Dani wasn’t as smart as Donatello.  She didn’t understand science to the extent that he did, but she knew enough to have a decent idea of what was going on.  The serum that Donatello claimed was created to “enhance fertilization” had backfired and was now causing these allegedly cold-blooded reptiles to burn hot.  Everything pointed at this resulting in a powerful aphrodisiac created from her DNA.  She had no idea what that last bit meant for her, but Donatello was right.  She needed to get out before she had a chance to find out.  After backing towards the door, she turned to leave, only to be stopped by Raphael’s arm.

“No, you don’t,” he rumbled and pulled her away from the door.  That same strong arm held her against his chest.  Hot, ragged breaths raked over her skin to send both dread and anticipation pooling between her legs.  His free hand began to wander down her body, mapping every dip and curve along the way, before she felt another set grab her hips and pull her away.

“Don’t bogart the babe, Raph,” Michelangelo said after snatching her.  He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair behind her ear.  His lips trembled against the column of her throat as his chest expanded from how deeply he inhaled.  “Daaaaamn, girl… Anyone ever told you how good you smell?”

As he sighed and hummed in bliss, she closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep any sort of vocal reaction inside.  She wasn’t sure if the chemical reaction had affected her as well or if she was just succumbing to the miasma of testosterone as it grew thicker around her.  Either way, she had no desire to fight this; not like her out of shape ass would stand a chance against literal ninja masters anyway.  Her heart thumped in her rib cage as she melted against the one holding her.  All too soon, a rough hand engulfed her wrist and tugged her away from Michelangelo’s embrace.

“Come on.  Get it together, guys.  You’re acting like a bunch of animals.”

She was shocked and confused as she heard Leonardo’s husky voice above her head.  Out of all the turtles, he was historically the most distant and had the least to do with her.  The way he held her may have seemed like an attempt to shield her, but his body betrayed the message that his voice tried to portray.  Despite his noble talk, his erection rested against the small of her back and she could feel it intentionally pressing harder against her.

“Oh, don’t fuckin’ try to play white knight, Leo,” Raphael barked.  “Don’t pull that honor bullshit.  You’re just as horned up as we are.  Just admit it.  You wanna piece of that just as much as the rest of us.”

Though their intentions were not a surprise to Dani, hearing them vocalized shook her to her core.  Raphael’s bold claim had her knees feeling weak.  She was especially taken aback by the way Leonardo’s grip possessively tightened around her.

“Yeah!  Get in line, buddy!” Michelangelo chimed in, causing a low chuckle to come from Leonardo.

“Why don’t you make me?”

Raphael shoved his hands between Dani and Leonardo to pry her away from him.  When she was out of Leo’s grip, Raph bowed up at the older turtle while Mikey used it as an opportunity to take hold of her again.  She was now hyper-aware of her current status among this group— as their ragdoll to fight over and claim.  This status was further cemented when the feuding brothers put aside their differences temporarily to free her from the clutches of the youngest.  She’d known the turtles for years at this point and had seen plenty of brotherly disputes, but never had she ever witnessed anything like this.

At some point, her shirt got torn and her sweatpants hung lower on her hips.  Six pairs of mutant hands pawed at her, groping anything they could touch.  Dani looked over to Donatello with pleading eyes as she kept getting yanked around.  With one look at him, she knew he wasn’t himself, but didn’t know the depths of his current struggle.  He had gotten the worst of the fumes, so bad that he was paralyzed by these primal urges.  He braced himself with a death grip on the edge of the bench; his lean biceps flexed and his jaw clenched as he watched the other turtles bicker for dominance.

Everything happened so quickly, Dani had been so focused on Donatello’s state that she had failed to notice the tipping point when discord mutated into some kind of perverse teamwork.  She was on the ground, stripped down to her underwear.  Her head was in Leonardo’s lap, Raphael was at her ankles, and Michelangelo hovered over her torso.

“Dibs on the tits!” he enthusiastically claimed.

Raphael smirked and reached up to pinch her rear.  “Deal, long as this ass is mine.”

“Donnie,” Leonardo called out to his brother.  “There’s a hole with your name on it, if you wanna quit sulking.”

Dani’s cheeks burned at the lewd comments that filled the lab.  She’d never felt so used in her life, and… and she didn’t hate it.  Or she wouldn’t, on one condition.  She looked over at Donatello again, silently praying that he join the group.  The other three turtles exchanged a glance, and Raphael sighed as he stalked over to where their brother stood.  Grabbing the back of his neck, he guided him to the group. 

“Go on,” Raphael urged as he forced Donatello to his knees between her legs.  “We all know you ain’t ate in days.”

Michelangelo chuckled at this, hooking a finger around the gusset of her panties and pulling it to the side.  Donatello’s bloodshot and heavy-lidded eyes widened at the offering in front of him.  That familiar scent, those pheromones that started this all, beckoned to him.  He was on all fours in seconds, lapping at her like the starved turtle he was.