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He has him, has one of the turtles down on their back below him on the rushing train, snarling down at the squirming thing as he pins him with one of Rahzar’s sharp claws. “I’ve always wanted to see a turtle without a shell!”
The turtle squirms, arching his back as if he has no shell to begin with, and shrieks up at him, his arms pinned down but one shoulder arching up as if trying to hit at the enemy. Then he paused, looking up at Rahzar. “You wanna see me naked?! Ew! Weirdo!”
For a moment, he wants to backhand the little whelp across his face. How dare he insinuate such…such…!
But then he trails off on his thought, staring at the struggling, annoying turtle. Lights flash as the train passes each lantern, swiping across the turtle’s gleaming, soft scales across his neck and shoulders, free of markings of any kind. He always looked so…innocent, to Rahzar, his baby blue eyes tearing up at little misconceptions, lip quivering in fear or stress.
It made him want to ruin the other.
And what better time when those annoying brothers of his were suitably distracted with their own enemies?
He lets out a small rumble, leaning down to Mikey as his tongue licks over his sharp teeth. “You know, Mikey, I always felt…saddened we could no longer stay friends.”
Mikey’s struggles ease a little, but he’s still tense, squinting up at the other in the darkness of the subway tunnel. “Wha-huh?! No way, dude! You went totally evil on us, that’s not what friends do!”
“Bygones, bygones. You always looked up to me with little stars in your eyes, as if I could do no wrong,” he murmurs, clenching his claws around Mikey’s arms, digging into the train as he shifted his body, pressing in close with a small growl. “It grew rather intoxicating…live and learn, after all. I suppose now’s my only chance to reap what I had been sowing for so long.”
Mikey looks confused, which was also an adorable look on him, blinking in shock. “Uh. What are you…? HEY!” he shrieks as Rahzar, tired of this cat and mouse game, settles his hips against the other. “Let me go! Donnie! Help!”
Hm. Did he know a Donnie…? He knows they all have names but it was always Mikey he’d had an eye on. Maybe it’s that blue one that always looks so serious when they go to fight. Doesn’t matter, because he hears a sudden, loud punch echo in the distance and a shout and a clatter. Whoever it was, they were out of commission for now.
Long enough for him to have his fun…
Mikey keeps squirming enough and flashing that long, unmarked neck that he can’t help but to lean in and just bite down onto the scales. The turtle screams, mostly in fear, Rahzar thinks, since he hasn’t even broken skin yet. He was always sensitive, his Mikey was, someone he thought of treating a little tenderly at first…but they had no time to do what he wanted to do.
Alas.
At least he’ll have fun.
His teeth dig in and Mikey freezes, wheezing like a dog toy that’s been shaken a little too hard as the teeth start making pinpricks into the scales, blood beading up beneath Rahzar’s teeth. Now that his prey was still-ish-he shifted his hips back a bit. Mikey’s chest bounced with each panicked breath, swallowing roughly as he screws his eyes shut.
It won’t save him, but it really paints the cutest picture of him.
There’s a few intricacies in the way he was mutated that changed…a few things. The first time, he didn’t really pay a lot of attention, at first. He’d gotten a lot thicker, everywhere, and packed a hard punch. Now, he was leaner, faster, and much taller.
The cock that unfurled from his pelvis was nearly a match to that.
Longer than most, and thicker than a normal human’s wrist, he’d already had a little fun here and there when times were quiet and the Shredder left them alone. Toys broke quite easily under his strength, but he’d yet to test it on a living, breathing entity.
Too bad for Mikey he can’t trust him not to move. It would’ve been fun to use his claws to stretch him out, really tease him and make him cry and beg him to stop.
Well…there is those little weapons that he uses. Rahzar thinks a moment, then tightens his grip on Mikey with a snarl. “Stay. Put.”
Mikey shivers, bright eyes full of tears as he releases one arm to snag up the tossed nunchucks. There’s a little pipe near them that’s for something or other on the train that he’s not really sure about, but it doesn’t matter. It takes hardly any time to tie the chains around both of Mikey’s wrists, then tie the weapon to the pipe. He pretends not to notice as the turtle tugs a bit, hissing angrily as Rahzar grips his hips and pulls them up, dragging those long, thick legs around him and raking sharp claws down.
He looks so pretty covered in marks and blood. So very pretty indeed…
“I often wondered what you looked like down here,” he says, scratching his claws down one thigh slowly, watching the blood drip down like the most delicious steak as Mikey whines, turning his head away into his arms. “Come now, it’s only fair. You get to see mine. Or, do you not have a cock? Were you lying to me, little one? Are you really a ‘bro’ as you like to say?”
Mikey bites his lip, and Rahzar’s a little disappointed he didn’t rise to the bait, although his cock pulses in eagerness. It doesn’t matter what the little turtle has, quite honestly. Rahzar’s not picky.
One hand frees itself from digging into Mikey’s thigh, gripping his cock and stroking it idly with a groan. “Poor little thing. All I have are sharp claws…but don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
He won’t.
Mikey makes a small whimper when Rahzar reaches between them, chuckling at a tiny tail’s attempt at hiding him away. It’s easy to knock it away, grip the peeking cock hidden behind the shell. “Aw, look who’s out to play~? You’re so cute, Mikey, don’t you know that?”
There’s tears sliding down his face, quivering below Rahzar, and the rush is intoxicating as he taps the tips of his claws against the small cock, watching it twitch more than likely out of fear than anything else. Poor Mikey, torn between absolute, paralyzing fear, and arguing against his body on what ‘feels good’.
He lifts the cock a bit, cooing at him condescendingly. “Very cute. But look under here, what’s this? A little place carved just for me? You really shouldn’t have, Michelangelo,” he sing-songs, pressing closer, tail and cock moved out of the way for his eyes to gaze over a quivering hole. Mikey hiccups, shaking as he hides in his arms, his leg jerking in Rahzar’s clutch.
“N-No…s-stop, please, please, let me go…” he sobs, and Rahzar just wants to eat him up.
Oh. That’s quite the dark thought. He doesn’t think he’ll have time to do that, however. He hardly has the time for this but well, whatever is most fun, after all.
“No,” he chuckles, leaning down again and pressing his teeth against Mikey’s mouth, making him let out a muffled shout at the sudden ‘kiss’ before he’s invaded by a long, slippery tongue. It’s not out of any romantic pleasure or anything, Rahzar just wants to see him squirm and choke.
Plus, now he’s bucking his hips and Rahzar always enjoyed a bit of fight in his…escapades, we’ll call them.
His thick cock rests against the small hole hidden away from prying eyes, and he pushes in, ignoring the wailing around his tongue as the body practically jacknifes off the ground, hands scratching at the chains keeping him tied down.
He’s tight, which shouldn’t surprise him. The hesitant little conversations from when he was prying details out of him definitely led him to finding out the little orange turtle had hardly even held anyone’s hand, much less get his brains fucked out.
He’s also warm and soft inside, molding around the thick cock carving a way into him. It’s spongy, just like a cunt would be, and for a moment he taunts around the idea, thinking…well, it wouldn’t be impossible, he supposes. After all, he’s practically a skeleton dog and he’s fucking a mutated turtle. Weirder things, and all.
He presses in deeper, Mikey letting out a choked whine, eyes rolling up as his thighs were pushed farther apart, stretching out like a split he’d seen the turtle do a few times. Flexible, he was, something he truly admired and liked to fantasize over. He pulls his tongue away, letting Mikey draw in a shaky breath as Rahzar chuckles. “My God, you’re so perfect and soft…like a real cunt down here,” he chuckles, drawing back just a little before thrusting in, watching Mikey draw in deep breaths as if trying to prevent himself from crying. He lets go of that pitiful little cock, cradling his crying face to tilt back a bit, really drink in the devastation he’s causing. “Mmm. You fit like a glove around me. Better watch your back, Mi-key-angelo,” he sang, scraping a claw down his jaw slowly, watching the blood trail after his claw as Mikey sucks in a breath.
“I might just take you with me.”
He watches the turtle’s eyes flare with anger, opens his mouth to argue or scream or something, but Rahzar takes that moment to drive the rest of his cock inside him, forcing past muscles not yet used to the intrusion and burying himself in deep against a hidden barrier. Mikey chokes on his words, coughing harshly as he starts to cry in earnest, panic gripping him as he starts to kick. “Stop, stop! It hurts, stop it!” he squeals, and Rahzar just laughs, gripping his hips again as he starts up an easy rhythm.
“Not on your life, little turtle,” he growls, pressing in over and over. It’s getting slicker, and some dark part of him thinks it’s because the crying turtle likes it, while another part is fairly sure that he’s ruined this little thing. It could be both. It’s a little too dark to tell right now, as the train has started to go through a certain part of the tunnel where there’s no lights. The fighting has gotten quieter, which means they’re farther down the train, giving him much more time to have some fun.
He’s rolling his hips, heedless of Mikey sniffling and coughing, shaking his head back and forth and squeezing around the thick, long cock as if to try and push him out. Rahzar’s not to be swayed, though, easily rocking in through tense muscles, watching that soft cock bounce against the other’s plastron.
He can’t help a groan at the sight, Mikey’s tearful eyes staring up at him, bleeding across his neck from a bite mark, his arms tied up above him and raw from where he’d been yanking. His thighs have let bloody marks on the train’s roof, and it makes him dig in deeper, grinding something hard against the small hole gripping him tight.
“Mmm, do you know what else this mutation has done to me, little turtle?” he growls, pressing in deep, the pre cum slicking Mikey’s tight passageway and letting him in a little deeper than before. Mikey shakes his head, sniffling, his cries cracking from his sore throat. “Well, it’s given me something nice, something very delightful…for me. This is called a knot, and it’s going inside you,” he purrs, dragging his hips up and down, pressing harder against the hole and forcing it to slowly stretch around the muscle.
Mikey squeals, kicking harder, a little bit of fight still left in him as he starts to shout and babble. “Stop it, stop it, let me go, I’m going to push you off this train, I-I’m gonn-Raph! Leo!”
Rahzar finds it amusing how he swings from threats to pleading to trying to find his brothers. Adorable, even. He holds the shaking hips tightly, snickering as a fun little thought wiggled into his mind. “Aw, calling out for your brothers? Do you wish it was them? Fucking you on this rocking train? Kissing you tenderly and forcing you open for their cocks?”
That seems to stun Mikey, his mouth hanging open in shock, his hands shaking as he tries to speak, but Rahzar doesn’t give him a chance.
He pushes in a final time, and the knot slides through the stretched hole, and Mikey’s mouth rounded out in an ‘O’ fashion, drool sliding down to mingle with the blood as his eyes shot wide and unseeing for a moment. His body tensed up tightly, jerking in a spasm, but Rahzar hardly cared as he howls in pleasure, the knot keeping him locked inside of the wheezing and sobbing turtle.
He cums, hard, and he can fill it spilling deep inside Mikey, their hips locked tight together. It’s the most pleasurable orgasm he’s had in months since the mutation, not a damn toy can hold up to this tight little cunt! Thinking about it, how tight Mikey feels, how he fights to get free and how eventually he slumps in place, his eyes hazy as he cries, makes him thrust forward for no real reason than to sink deeper into that pleasurable furnace of warmth.
He knows they’ll be locked together for a bit, long enough that he may-or may not-get caught by those pesky others. But it doesn’t matter, he decides, watching as the turtle under him quivers and keens as he pumps more and more cum into his hot cunt, his cock twitching as if it can’t decide if there’s pleasure in this or not.
Still, he’d rather not be killed just yet. It’d rather be fun to taunt the orange one across the battlefield or, if his luck remains, drag him for another round in an alleyway and make him cry on his cock again.
He hears the others getting closer, and sighs, gripping Mikey’s hips as the stunned turtle stirs a little with a whimper. “So sorry, Mikey,” he teases, dragging his hips up just a bit with a grin. “It appears our time is cut short.” Mikey’s eyes take on this bewildered look before panicking, as if realizing what he was about to do.
“No, no, wait, no, don-!”
“And so we must…part once more,” he grunts, forcing himself free of the tight hole as slow as possible, making the blue-eyed turtle cry out, his hands shaking from where they were curled in tight. He could spot blood peeking under the nails with a grin as he slid free of that tight hole, letting the other collapse on the train’s roof.
Thighs open, carved marks crusted over with blood, teary eyes weeping inconsolably, stuttering breaths as he tries to get ahold of himself, his legs parted as cum seeps out of the once tight hole that’s mixed a little with pink.
He can feel his cock twitch in interest.
Mikey’s legs curl up out of fear as he pats his head with a laugh, standing up with a smirk. “Well, I’ll let them clean you up. I do hope next time we have a little more time. I’d like to explore you more than this little nip of a moment,” he purrs, stroking his cheek as Mikey turns away with a sob.
Oh well. Maybe he broke the poor thing?
Only time can tell.
He’s gone by the time the purple one arrives, Mikey having pulled himself up to a sitting position as best he could, his chained wrists in his lap, looking down and not speaking. He’s bloody all over, with a puddle of white under him, and everything below his waist pulses in time with his heartbeat.
Rahzar, whistling to himself as he thinks about that tight cunt, stroking himself off later that night, has no clue the terror he’s unearthed the next time they meet.
But that’s for next time, of course.
For now, he thinks of a petrified Mikey, belly round and itty bitty cock dangling between his legs, his cunt speared open and pained from abuse, as he cries and squirms and fights. He thinks it shouldn’t be very hard to take him away, just to see if it’s possible to fill him up with a pup or two.
Just to see.