~ Venus: The Mutant Ninja Female Muscle Turtle ~
Created by Dark Phoenix
Edited by Michael-Leonard
Feedback appreciated: thedarkphoenix2008@yahoo.com
If this were a porno, this would be the money shot

~ 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. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the story!

~ INTRODUCTION ~
I'm sure many of you were just itching to, well, see her already. The one-line summary was just too good to pass up. I'll say no more as I know you are here to read the juicy details of our new sensualized, sexualized, and musclefied female turtle.


Chapter IV: Exposé - Part 1

The rest of the day with the turtles was spent training. Donatello finished early to continue his work on his prototype repulsar board. Nighttime was soon upon them and everyone was ready to go. All four turtles were dressed incognito in large buttoned coats and hats. Splinter wore a hooded robe, a fashion that wasn't uncommon where they were. I Chung walked up to them.

"Alright, here we go," he said less than enthusiastically.

The Phoenix Club was packed that evening which was fortunate for the turtles and Splinter, since their disguises were enough in a crowd of so many people. They managed to get a table big enough for all six of them. The place was essentially a big lounge. There were tables like theirs scattered all over the large floor, which had multiple uses. A bar sat at the far left of them, complete with bartender and lots of drinks to choose from. The stage was of course, elevated. It had a large red curtain towards the front and there were lights hanging from the rafters above.

The place was abuzz with chatter since the show hasn't yet started. The turtles each held a program featuring the performers for the evening. Their eyes immediately fell on the highlighted star attraction: Venus de Milo. In fact, she was listed as having two performances; the first one as the third act and the second one as the final act. No specifics were given, which had them wondering just what she would be doing. They all remained relatively quiet, as all but I Chung were eager to see Venus.

The first two acts consisted of stand up comedy and magic tricks respectively; both were fairly well received by the audience. But when the third act was announced, everyone just erupted. It was clear how much anticipation was in the air. The curtain remained down when all the lights went dark. The noise gradually died down until suddenly, a spotlight came on and focused on the center on the curtain. A woman's voice of raw sensuality began to sing.

You haaad plenty money, 1922

All eyes went wide as a green and particularly muscled leg appeared from behind the curtain, with a blue high heeled slipper on the foot, and stepped down in front of the curtain. Her upper leg was covered with a dress.

You let other women make a fool of you

The curtain parted revealing none other than Mei Pieh Chi, a.k.a Venus de Milo. All four turtles' mouths dropped as their eyes were super-glued to the mesmerizing woman of a turtle that stood before them.

Raphael: "Oh..."
Donatello: "My..."
Michelangelo: "God!"
Leonardo was too stunned to speak.

Venus was drop dead gorgeous! She was simply gorgeous! Apparently she wasn't wearing her shell. Instead, she wore a flowing, sparkling green dress that seemed to blend with her skin. She walked sensuously along the stage as she continued singing.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too

The curtain rose, revealing a mock up of a 1940's era setting, complete with a full size car from the time period off to the right, a band of musicians in the background, and some rather large dumbbells and a huge barbell packed with weights to the left. The turtles were confused about the weights, that is until Venus strolled to the center of the stage and without hesitation, removed her dress.

Not only did the turtles' eyes fly open and jaws drop, but so did those of everyone else in the club. Venus was covered from head to toe in massive highly defined muscle. Her thighs were twice as wide as any of the turtles at the tables and you could make out every muscle striation that bulged amazingly to form them. Her calves looked rock solid as a split appeared down the middle giving them the look of a wide football that was split in two. Her abs were cut like bricks and looked just as hard, and yet she moved them with her stomach so sensuously; even fluidly. It was almost difficult to believe that they were as hard as stone from the way she moved them. What clothing she still wore consisted of a bikini that barely covered the nipples themselves on her large and pert breasts, and a thong. For all the muscles she wore on her powerful frame, she was surprisingly very busty; just like another popular figure who sang this song. Her breasts bounced lightly with each step, yet hovered straight out from her powerful pecs that supported them. She wore opera gloves that extended to just past her elbow, but just shy of her biceps - and for good reason: Her arms were huge! The gloves were clearly custom-made to not only fit her three-fingered hands, but her muscular forearms which were really massive. The ends of those gloves were obscured by her monstrous biceps! And they were relaxed at the moment. But they were still, like her thighs, at least twice as big as any of the male turtles' when fully flexed. They also sported really hot vascularity on them to emphasize the extreme strength that filled them.

Venus strolled past several men that sat at the base of the stage area and gave them an up close view of her monster-muscled thighs. She even invited them to touch, which they eagerly did. Though one of them tried to feel a little too far up her leg, and she kicked his hand away with enough force to snap his arm in the opposite direction. His arm would be hurting for a while after that one. But Venus showed no deviation from her performance or her rhythm.

You're sittin' there and wonderin' what it's all about
If you ain't got no money they will put you out

Venus walked over to the weights that sat on the stage floor. Clearly they were loaded to the brim with really heavy weights. The largest plates looked like they were fifty pounds easy. She started with the dumbbells, which looked like they were maxed out. Raphael was blushing so much that he was on the verge of having a nosebleed. He remembered seeing a video clip of a man who attempted to lift a dumbbell that was similarly loaded. It took everything he had and lots of grunts to lift it even once. And here was Venus not even showing any signs of increased breathing. She squatted with her legs, grabbed them both, and with a flex of her thighs and arms, stood straight up and with little effort, began cranking reps with them while still singing!

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too

Leonardo was captivated by her unbelievable show of strength. He wasn't sure if he could even lift something that heavy and, if he could, it would take a lot of effort to do so. And here she was doing reps alternating between the right and the left like they were only ten pounds. He couldn't deny how he felt; Leonardo was madly in love at first sight with this muscle goddess! Now he understood how Raphael felt. And that thought brought him back down to Earth as he forced his gaze over to his brother. Raphael was clearly transfixed on Venus and didn't even notice Leonardo looking at him. It was clear that selfishness wasn't the appropriate word to describe him. He understood now why Raphael was bent on fighting over her. Leonardo turned back to the performance taking place on stage. It was clear that he would have to compete for Mei Pieh Chi after all.

Venus set the dumbbells down near another group of men close by the stage after doing a total of ten reps with them. She knew that there would be disbelievers and it was apparent when the guys tried to move those dumbbells that they really did weigh a great deal. It was clear she could've done several more. But now that everyone knew the purpose behind the heavy objects on stage; they knew she was going to lift them all.

If you had prepared twenty years ago
You wouldn't be a-wanderin' now from door to door

Venus grabbed the barbell that was stacked with the really large plates. Simply put, it looked heavier than the two dumbbells combined twice over. She was about to demonstrate physical strength that was now beyond human capacity. In short; superhuman strength. She erotically swayed her hips back and forth as she squatted down. Her back was intentionally facing the audience as it bulged with hulking muscles all over it. She took hold of the bar and, with some apparent effort, she hoisted the entire thing up to her chest above her breasts!

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

What amazed the crowd was the fact that her voice remained steady through all this. Some began to think she was lip- synching at this point. But the feat she was attempting put such accusations on the backburner for the moment. She immediately powered the bar above her head and held it there. Her entire body was swelling with flexed muscle. If she were wearing a purple wig, she could’ve passed for the She-Hulk with flying colors! She turned around to face the audience, smiled, and winked. She had it all down to an art. Anyone who had doubts about her singing stopped giving a damn. She had them all captivated by her superhuman strength alone.

Get out of here and get me some money too

After setting the enormous weight back down, Venus walked to the center of the stage again and scanned the faces of the crowd as she continued singing; making occasional hand gestures to go along with the words.

I fell for your jivin' and I took you in
Now all you got to offer me's a drink of gin

Her eyes fell on I Chung, who was clearly embarrassed just being there. Venus smiled sensually and looked at the five coated figures. She thought they were rather cheesy disguises. Splinter's snout was clearly visible, but no one around him seemed to notice or care. Venus took her eyes off of them and walked over to the last object, the car. Now this was something everyone had to see. Venus covered her eyes with her hand and pointed to a random person near the front of the stage, led him by the hand to the rear of the car, and gestured for him to try to lift it. She wanted to make it clear that it wasn't fake. The man, who was clearly nervous to be up there, took a deep breath and tried to lift it. The bumper went up a little, but the tires never left the floor. He tried as hard as he could until his face started to turn red. He finally stopped as Venus guided him by the small of his back to his seat. She kissed him on the cheek as he put a hand to it swearing that he would never wash that cheek again.

She started pumping her pecs, which in turn made her breasts bounce up and down, to the timing of her singing.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too

She resumed her place behind the car. She leaned down, and lifted the rear end off the floor with relative ease.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

She set the rear down and walked around to the front. Like all cars, the front end was much heavier than the rear. Without delay, she grabbed the bumper and to everyone's shock and amazement, lifted the front end up. Raphael was struggling not to lose control of his arousal right there. Leonardo was fighting a similar struggle. All the while Michelangelo and Donatello were simply amazed by this feat of strength, even though it wasn't their personal cup of tea.

But it didn't stop there. Venus set the front end down. She walked over to the side of the car hidden from the audience and bent down. Everyone knew what she was going to attempt, but this had to be too much, even for her; that was at least one and a half tons! The car leaned to its side, then, gradually, the entire thing began to float upwards! She had to put some serious effort into this lift, but at last she got it overhead and held it high. None of the turtles could fathom such strength, even by their standards. But Venus just raised the bar to a whole new level. She returned her gaze over to the turtles and smiled at them as well as made a kissing motion with her lips.

She set the car down, took her small microphone that she wore on a band around her neck, and put it up to her bicep and flexed it hard. The whole lounge became filled with the sound of muscle stretching and growing. Men all over the nightclub were sporting serious erections. And even a few of the women were also turned on by the sight. Venus knew it, and she was clearly enjoying it. It was like she fed off the sexually charged atmosphere. She strolled over to where the turtles sat. None of them were able to move. Raphael was too mesmerized to do so, Leonardo was too in love to respond, and Donatello and Michelangelo were afraid to approach her out of fear of embarrassing themselves. Even Splinter wasn't immune to the sensual effects of this woman. With one fluid motion, Venus took Raphael's hand and placed it on her abs as she flexed them really hard for him. Raphael was in a trance at this point as he tried to press into them, with no success. He felt himself having a silent orgasm on the spot as he did his hardest to hide the fact.

Venus then took Leonardo's hand and placed it on her bicep. She then flexed it as Leonardo watched his hand rise on an inflating mass of steel that was her bicep. He could feel several small veins and a really large one bulge across her peak. At that moment, he too had an orgasm as his eyes rolled up into his head. They were very fortunate that none of the others saw this; they were all too focused on Venus. Venus leaned in close to Donatello and Michelangelo, who were blushing heavily at her unparalleled beauty as she brought the song to an end:

Like some other men.... doooooo!

She finally straightened back up and remounted the stage with that sensual strut as the curtain came down behind her. The entire crowd erupted in applause that raised the roof. The four turtles, Splinter, and I Chung were the only ones who were silent. But Raphael and Leonardo were lost in their bliss that Venus generated. Her voice caressed one like touchless sexual contact, and to feel those muscles was pure heaven for them. I Chung was blushing in spite of himself. He clearly had not wanted to see this, but even he wasn't immune to the charm that Venus exuded like an aura. Raphael and Leonardo got up at the same time to go to the restroom. When they got there, they realized why the other was there.

"Not a word of this to anyone... ever. Understand?" Raphael said very firmly to Leonardo, who nodded understandingly.

"I couldn't agree with you more. This is our secret," Leonardo replied as they went into separate stalls and wiped themselves off. Without another word, they returned to the table while the others didn't seem to notice or care that they had even left. The whole crowd was still enraptured by Venus's performance. And after sitting back down, both Leonardo and Raphael became lost in their thoughts playing back the feeling of Venus's rock-hard muscles in their heads like a broken record.

Donatello turned to Splinter, "Holy crap sensei, she is just amazing!"

"Yeah, well, she is obviously... um... different from you four," Splinter answered in a rare uncharacteristic manner. He was beside himself from watching Venus' show of superhuman strength.

Donatello was a bit perturbed by Splinter's unusual response, and decided to just stay quiet. Not that he could blame him though. She was that damn good to affect even Splinter!

Donatello was startled by Michelangelo's hand grabbing his shoulder, "Oh my god, that was awesome! Who knew anyone could be that strong! I can't wait to see more!"

"Uh yeah, me too." Donatello said with a little uneasiness.

"Hey, do you mind?! That's my daughter you're clamoring for, remember?!" came the sudden loud and angry voice of I Chung.

Donatello and Michelangelo felt a bit embarrassed by their foot in mouth comment and got quiet.

"You're daughter is hot!" came the voice of one of a couple guys sitting nearby who overheard I Chung. I Chung put a hand to his face in embarrassment.

 Rapahel and Leonardo were still lost in their repeated playback of the hardness of those muscles. It was like they were trying to burn that memory into their minds like a tattoo.

To be continued...