“And here we have it!” Donatello said, holding up a seemingly inconspicuous staff.  After his girlfriend’s sudden interest in his weapon of choice, he’d been working on it for days.  Dani was definitely excited to see what he whipped up.  “I call it… The Boo Staff!”

“Boo staff.”

“Y-Yeah,” he said in response to her flat, but teasing tone.  He rubbed his neck.  “Because you’re…  Well, you know.”

As he trailed off, Dani beamed.  He was so silly, but endearing as hell.

“I love it,” she said, stepping in to rub his shell.  “That’s very cute, Donnie.”

His blush darkened from the compliment and he mumbled his gratitude.  She held her hand out, and he placed it in her palm.  Holding it up, she inspected it.  It was shorter than the one he used, but just as sturdy.  Tilting it vertically, she couldn’t help but laugh at the detail she spotted.  She pinched it with her free hand, confirming her suspicions.

“… Silicone?”

“Ah.  Aha, just the tips.  For, uh… obvious reasons.  Non-porus, non-toxic, hypoallergenic,” he said and counted his three fingers.  “Wouldn’t want you getting some kind of nasty infection down there.  But in the event that anyone asks it’s because it’s a training staff because I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

“Smart.”

“They don’t call me the brains of the bunch for nothing.”

Dani’s eyes roved over it some more, rolling it in her palm to give it a good look.  She noticed a button, not unlike the one he had on his collapsible one.  However, hers looked like one solid piece.  She knew better than to press a button on any of his inventions without first asking.

“What’s this do?” she asked, tapping beside the button.

The question brought a grin out of Donnie, and he offered to take the staff back.

“Allow me.”

When she passed it over, he circled his finger with his free hand, signaling for her to turn around.  She did, and he placed the edge of the staff to her spine.

She squealed and jumped when she felt a powerful buzzing sensation.  Twirling around, she looked back at Donatello, who was cracking up at the reaction.  She playfully swatted at his chest.  “You naughty, naughty turtle!”

He clicked the button, and the buzzing stopped at once.  Her eyes cut at him, only furthering his amusement.

“Hey!”  He held a hand up in defense.  “What’s wrong?  I thought I understood the assignment pretty well.”

The look of irritation was eclipsed by a smile.

“Nothing at all!  You absolutely did, Don Juan, that’s what makes it so devious!” she said.  “Any other special features I should know about?”

“Well, Daniela.  I’m glad you asked…”

Donatello smirked as he held the staff up.  Upon pressing the button again, the buzzing resumed, but slightly faster than before.  He pressed it once more, and it became faster still.  One more press and it started buzzing in a pattern.  Dani giggled behind her hand.

“Diabolical!”

“Engine from an old, uh… ‘personal massager’ that floated down here once upon a time,” he explained, pressing and holding the button so it switched off.  “I gutted it, cleaned it, rewired it, and hooked it up to one of the old energy shards we had lying around.”

“Sheesh.  One of those with a battery that doesn’t die is a terrifying prospect.”

“Oh, certainly.  In the right hands, it is a weapon.”

Dani eyed it, sucking in a breath as she considered all the potential of this staff of his. 

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Donatello crawled through the open window of Dani’s apartment, with her custom b­ō staff his back and his retractable one in his belt.  She was already waiting for him on the couch as he closed and locked the window. 

“I still don’t know why you’d rather test this out here,” she said as he removed his weapons and sat them on the coffee table.  “If I’m as loud as you think I’m going to be, we’re going to be disturbing all of my neighbors instead of your brothers.”

“The fact that we have to face my brothers on a daily basis and the most we’ll get out of your neighbors is a huffy warning to keep it down over here.  What if one of them walked in on us?  I’d never ever be able to live that one down.”

“Okay, yeah.  That’s fair.”  She reached for the Boo Staff after he placed it down.  “So… You gonna let me use this on you?”

“Absolutely not,” he replied.  “You and I both know that’s way too big to stick in my tail.”

“Spoil sport,” she huffed, rising from the couch with the help of the staff.  As she wandered over to the bed, Donnie pulled it out of her hands.  She spun around with a scoff.  “Hey!”

With a little bit of fancy hand-work, Donatello twirled the staff before pointing it at her.  “Let a master show you how it’s done.”

As much as she wanted to roll her eyes at him, she couldn’t help but admire his cockiness.  She knew he was proud of his toy.  He took a step closer to her, still holding the staff like he meant business, causing the back of her knees to hit the bed and she fell back onto the mattress.  He wedged his knee between hers, guiding the staff right between her thighs.  The button was pressed, and the buzzing came to life.  She caught her teeth between her bottom lip as she felt the vibrations against her skin.

“You’re making this too easy,” he said, stroking up her inner thigh with the edge of the staff.  She didn’t even protest.  She was easy, at least when it came to Donnie.  She couldn’t even pretend to play hard to get when he’d gone to lengths like this to make her own personal pleasure machine.  She simply closed her eyes, letting her head fall back as the staff inched up her leg.  Before long, it was under her skirt, buzzing against the thin fabric of her panties.  She twitched, gripping the blanket beneath her.  If his knee wasn’t in the way, her legs would have clamped shut around it.

“I had considered adding a self-lubricating feature,” he commented, nudging it against the quickly dampening fabric of her panties and making her whimper.  “But it appears to be doing a sufficient job producing your natural lubricant.”