Chapter 5 - Results

“Pheromones?”

“Yeah,” Donnie told Two before taking another bite of pizza. The recent experience he and Four had shared had left them very hungry. A couple pizzas had been ordered and brought up to share. “Most humans put out a little bit of pheromones just to help with establishing social pecking orders. Pheromones typically don't cause anything more than mild to moderate attraction, or dominance. But apparently the Kraang designed you guys to be able to put out way more. Enough to... well...” Donnie trailed off, his face heating up.

“Turn anytime into Crazy Horny Monkey Sex Time?” One asked pointedly. The clones were keeping their distance from him for the moment. One was camped out in the kitchen, well away from Donnie on the easy chair by the window. “Or, in your case, Crazy Horny Dinosaur Sex Time...”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Donnie muttered. He had felt a bit... 'devolved' while he was in the bathroom with Four. He re-focused. “When I tested the samples I took, everything looked within normal human ranges. Except the sample I took after you smelled my old hand wrappings. You all put out a lot of pheromones after that, but you didn't react to anybody else. Not mutants in general, not regular humans, not even my brother.”

“But that doesn't make sense,” Two spoke up from the couch, where she was tending to a very tired and hungry Four. “Why only you, Donnie?”

“That I don't know,” Donnie said after swallowing another mouthful of pizza. “But we haven't even tried a larger sample size yet, it might be less specific than that.”

The clones shared a look with each other right then, before Two spoke up. “Actually... we've kinda been doing our own experiment. Just for the sake of curiosity, you understand.” She shot Donnie a nervous smile.

“What?”

“She means we've been flirting with people,” One told him. “Couple grocery bag boys, the guy in 3B, some stranger I bumped into at the coffee shop, the landlord...”

“By the way, we may want to stay away from the guy in 2E,” Three declared, from her stool at the kitchen counter. “I... might have given him the wrong impression.”

One scoffed. “That guy's, like, 90. Give him a week, he'll probably have forgotten by then.”

“Well, what happened?” Donnie asked.

Two shrugged. “Nothing. Some nice conversations and a whole bunch of phone numbers we're never going to use. I didn't really feel any attraction to any of the guys I tested. And I was hitting on some really cute boys, too...”

“Oh yeah, Two had us trying all sorts of things,” One grumped. Raising a hand, she started counting off fingers. “Long talks, intimate details, close proximity, indoors, outdoors, public, private...”

“I just wanted to be thorough,” Two shot back.

Donnie rubbed a hand on his forehead, trying to dispel the image of April hitting on every single guy in the city... “Why the heck would you do that? Forget the possibility of getting a lot of men pissed off at you, what if it triggered with any man you focused on?”

“We had to know,” Four spoke up from the sofa. Even with her tired voice, the will to know came through loud and clear. “The Kraang... I think that's what they wanted us to do.”

Two took over for her, fidgeting at the memories. “We might've been... intended to be some kind of seduction weapon. But it didn't work.”

Three took over, “After doing some tests like 'touch your nose' and basic math, they dumped me in a room with one of those human-looking drones. Looking all ready and excited to be filling out his 5,000th federal tax return...” She struck a pose, arrow upright, face completely blank of emotions, and recited in a flat, mechanical monotone, “'The one known as Clone Experiment 3somethingsomething will now proceed with the action sequence known to humans as 'seduction' with this one known as Kraang.” Breaking out of the voice, she continued, “Then he pulled out a remote and started hitting buttons. A water bed shot out of the wall, “Love Machine” started playing, and a disco ball came out of the ceiling.”

Donnie, feeling very uneasy at the thought of April, or anyone who looked exactly like her, being stuck in that sort of situation, quietly asked, “What happened?”

“What do you think happened? I started laughing my ass off,” Three said, trying not to laugh at the memory. “We're talking full-on giggle-snort attack. Tears in my eyes, dropped to my knees, thought I was gonna pee myself... He wouldn't have gotten so big a reaction if he hadn't started dancing...” Thee continued to fight down the laughs burbling up from below at the memory. “Man, that Kraang had NO sense of humor. Even for a Kraang. Dropped me right into the Reject Bin.”

“We all had the same experience,” Two said, trying to bring things back to more serious territory. “We had no interest in going through with that. And telling the Kraang we weren't going to... ever!... got the same reaction.”

One snorted. “Speak for yourself. When that Kraang tried to force the issue, I ripped the disco ball down and started bashing his face in with it. Took four guards to get me in the Reject Bin.”

That was actually a somewhat comforting thought for Donnie. “Well, then why does it work with me?”

Two shrugged. “We don't know. But we had to make sure it was you, that's why Four tried to provoke a reaction. Had to verify that it really was us being close in with you.”

Donnie slowly nodded. “... but it wasn't working like before. I couldn't smell you behind the gas mask...” The mask. Gripping, squeezing, choking him... “... I don't think we're just dealing with pheromones, here.” Off of their confused looks, he continued. “When Four tried to provoke a reaction, I felt something. A massive urge to take the gas mask off. And when I resisted the urge, it changed. It felt like something monstrous had grabbed my head, and I had to yank it off or it'd kill me. I wasn't feeling like jumping Four, my entire focus was on the mask. I couldn't smell her.”

Two shared a look with the others, brow furrowed. “That doesn't make any sense. If the pheromones weren't even reaching you, how could they affect you?”

“They weren't...” Donnie nibbled his lip, and then decided they deserved to know. “April is... psychic. Most of the time, it's just heightened senses. Picking up approaching danger, things just being generally 'wrong', stuff like that. But in extreme circumstances, she's actually able to lash out, psychically. She's actually the main reason we got out of TCRI as easily as we did. She's the reason you had the chance to escape.”

One asked, “So you're saying that Four made you think your gas mask was a monster in order to make you vulnerable to her pheromones?”

Two took up the thought line, “And when that didn't work, she started putting out crazy huge amounts of pheromones to try and overwhelm the filter... I guess we're not immune to ourselves, either.”

“Yeah,” Donnie sighed. “I... got exposed to Four's sample back in the lab. It was extremely strong, way more than just your reaction to my scent sample. I... just had to...”

“Run right over here for Crazy Horny Dinosaur Sex?” Three asked.

Four chuckled weakly. “Kinda glad you did before I broke something. I was stuck jilling myself non-stop after you rushed off”

Two frowned. “But why you? Why is this only working with you, Donnie?”

A beat passed, as Donnie tried to come up with an explanation. But, before he could, Four broke the silence. “He loves her.” When everyone looked her way, she continued, “Five. April. Donnie adores her. I could feel it when... he was with me. And just now, when we were describing what the Kraang were doing...”

“He really didn't like hearing about it,” Two said. “Didn't want to hear about the Kraang trying to turn us into their obedient prostitutes.”

“But...” One interrupted, “I haven't felt anything like that with any of the guys we've been testing.”

Donnie didn't respond, at first. There was no way the Kraang could have any idea that they were cloning the one girl he felt so close to, that he wanted to smile at him, that he wanted to connect to. The wheels in his head clicked along, and found an answer. He leaned back in the easy chair, speaking quietly, yet relentlessly. “It's the perfect storm. The Kraang gave you the ability to put out strong pheromones, but failed to give you any conscious control over them. Or even more than two 'settings' for it. I don't think they even knew about April's psychic abilities, and you only got a small fraction of them by accident. Your psychic powers don't work without the right stimulus.

“My feelings for April. That's the trigger. You picked up on it, and the pheromones kick in. You even recognize my smell now, and your bodies react to it. When we get close, the pheromones, my feelings, your psychic powers... heck, throw in ordinary teenage hormones while you're at it... it all becomes a feedback loop that results in...” He didn't bother to say it, just continuing. “The gas mask interrupted the feedback loop. Four psychically tried to convince me to rip it off, made me think it was a creature on my face. Lashing out in extreme circumstances, her body was overloading trying to deal with the block.” He sighed. “The Kraang accidentally made the perfect seduction weapon that only works on one person in the whole world.”

One snorted. “No wonder we wound up in the Reject Bin.” Silence descended for a bit before she asked, “You don't think that was their plan, do you? I mean, we really aren't working with the Kraang. Somewhere in all that tinkering, their obedience programming just didn't 'take'.”

“There's no way they'd have known about me and April. Without that key component, the perfect storm doesn't even start. And without that, what would be the point?” Donnie shrugged.

Silence descended again. Eventually, Two asked, “... So... What now?”

Weeks later...

“... And at about 2:13, a couple guys dressed up in ninja black with weird glowing bug-eyes crossed 14th street at roof level heading northeast, going 'yee yee yee' the whole time...” Four said, tapping a map laid out on the kitchen counter.

“Foot bots,” Donnie told her. “Fighting machines that learn and adapt as you fight them. Definitely some kind of Shredder operation in the area. We'll have to start checking buildings.”

“I'll head that way in a bit,” Four told him, then leaned over to set her elbows on the counter, smiling. “After I get a turn.”

“Wait in line,” One glanced over her shoulder at Four. Looking back to Donnie, she gripped the counter edge harder, locking her ankles.

Donnie held up with both hands on her naked butt, thrusting into her steadily. The sounds of slick sex were clearly heard across the room as his dick pounded One's pussy. He looked down at their joined selves, noting again the small numeral '1' that had been discretely tattooed on her hips, just outside her pubic hair area. That had actually been their idea. Small tattoos just inside each of their 'bikini area', where he couldn't possibly miss them, so that he wouldn't get so messed up about exactly who he was stuffing his sausage into. Apparently the psychic feedback from that made things kinda confused for the clones, too.

Three kinda liked it, but she got out-voted.

Donnie humped One a bit harder, shoving his dick all the way in then pulling back as far as he could before slamming back inside. He worked his way up to release, as the door opened.

“Hey guys, we have pizza,” Two declared, coming in with Three. She casually tossed the pizza box on the counter, even as the grunting came to a crescendo and Donnie unleashed into One's very welcoming pussy. Two grabbed the edge of her shirt, pulling it quickly up over her head in a well-practiced motion, her bare breasts spilling free. “So, who's up next?”

“That would be me,” Four said, coming around the kitchen counter, as Donnie pulled out of One, setting her down on her feet. Turning towards her, Donnie watched as Four got down on her knees before him and started licking at his dick, dripping with mixed juices of him and her fellow clone. After catching the loose wetness on her tongue before it could end up on the floor, Four started sucking on him in earnest.

One glanced at Two. “No bra again today?”

Three, having locked the door, laughed as she opened her short shorts and let them drop. “Not like we ever wear clothes around here anymore. Why bother?” Well, that was half-true. They still wore the stockings. Donnie really liked the stockings.

Two asked, “You tell him about 14th street?”

One answered, as Four was busy with Donnie's dick deep in her throat. “Yeah, we just covered it.”

“That's good. Things were all clear on our ends,” Two told them. “So we figured we'd come back and get some Donnie...” She smiled as she got up alongside him, wrapping an arm around his neck and rubbing her breasts against his arm.

As Four slid her mouth off of his dick and turned around to stick her butt up in the air before him, Donnie silently marveled that this was actually working. They could stay close to each other and remain conversationally aware. But they had to be having sex the whole time. Apparently it was okay, as long as they just 'rolled with it', they could keep their wits, and as he shoved his dick into Four's pussy from behind, he said, “I'll have to head off in an hour, the others will be expecting me.”

“I think we can live with that,” Two smiled, kissing his cheek. Which caused him to turn his head and kiss her, turning it into frenching with Two, while Four moaned and grunted as she got drilled.

“Speak for yourself,” Three added, coming in on Donnie from the other side, licking at his jaw before tugging his face over her way to make out with him. One sank to the floor, reaching between him and Four to grab the base of his dick and start squeezing it...

Oops. Well, it mostly worked. They still got blindsided by the occasional 'perfect storm'. 'Crazy horny dinosaur sex', whatever...

He was on the sofa when he got back to himself, Three riding his dick with her sweat-slick back to him, as he blasted her insides with a fresh coat, the other three loads she'd gotten tonight covering his hips in slime. One was licking at the base of his cock as it throbbed, her face getting covered in their mixed juices as Three rose up off of him. His dick came free and hit his shell with a heavy and wet slap. Going to her knees next to One, Three helped her tug it back upright to lick and kiss all over it.

Next to him on the sofa, Two nuzzled his neck and hugged his arm close, his hand down between her legs, his fingers tickling and probing her folds. Four sat on the other side, in a deep kiss with him, his arm wrapped around her to grip and lift her butt cheek. All four of them had copious amounts of white spunk leaking out of them, multiple loads into each of their hot little pussies.

They hadn't even gotten to the pizza.

Donnie broke the kiss long enough to check the time. “Oh, man, I'm gonna be late.”

Four looked in his eyes. “Is that so bad?”

Donnie paused before answered. “Eh... I'm flexible on that. I just don't want the others worrying.”

“Don't want your brothers finding out about our little sex parties?” Three asked him with an impish smile on her face, as One stuffed his dick into her mouth and started going up and down on him.

“Kinda,” Donnie mumbled. “I just...” He sighed, started over. “You were kinda right. Four identical clones suddenly barging in on April's life? Even if you didn't do that literally? She doesn't deserve that. Not to mention all this with us...”

The sex suddenly stopped, One not moving and even the kissing on the sides of his face stopped. Donnie, growing more concerned as the gap in action continued, glanced at each of them. “What?”

Silence continued, though he did notice Two mouthing the words 'tell him' out the corner of his eye. The four of them still looked increasingly uncomfortable until suddenly something gave way and Four started talking. “Um, we kinda... left out one... teeny tiny detail... when we said we broke out of TCRI...”

“There's sixteen of us,” One blurted out.

“Apparently they REALLY wanted their plan to work,” Four softly said, adding, “They just couldn't get a working prototype.”

“Yeah, a real major 'Jail-Break from the Reject Bin' that night,” Three took it up, “One piling into a guard for it's rifle, ambush dog-piles for more weapons, rolling firefight to the garage, holding the Kraang off as Two hot-wired a truck, everyone piling into the back before plowing right through the closed garage door, blasting drones from the back as they tried to grab onto the bumper...”

Two tried to bring it away from 'wild adventure tale'. “We split up once things cooled down. I mean, identical quadruplets living with each other people could maybe understand. But identical hexaducaplets? We just spread out, holed up in spots the Kraang don't operate in. It was the only way we could stay hidden.”

They rolled to a stop, looking at Donnie for any kind of reaction. Eventually, he managed, “Sixteen?”

One and Three glanced at each other as Two answered. “Uh, yeah, sixteen. I've been trying to get in touch with them, make sure they're okay...”

Donnie's mind flooded with the thought of a dozen more completely identical copies of April O'Neil, who would, with just standing close and a hard look, throw their clothes off and start screwing him as hard as they could until his cock burst with white goodness into their hungry, clenching pussies.

His dick throbbed, a little leak slipping out the end to trickle down the side. One and Three shared a smiling glance, down there between his knees. As One ran a tongue up the side of his cock to catch that little drop, Three added, “I think he would really like to meet the rest of us.”

Two chuckled. “I think that might be arranged.” She kissed his cheek again as One and Three started sucking at his cock in alternating strokes.

Four, smiling as she snuggled in against his side a little more, said, “Although, if that's the plan, there really is one little thing we should talk about.” Off Donnie's questioning look, Four leaned down, and in a heavy whisper, asked, “How do you feel about being  a daddy?”

Donnie's world slowed, time coming to a halt as color faded away to white, only black outlines leaving him there with slack jaw and wide-open eyes, snuggled between four mostly-naked Aprils...