Mikey's First Meat
#3 of Writings
After going into his first heat and his brothers refusing to help him, Mikey goes off on his own to find someone to help with the burning feeling in his loins. And lucky for him a certain pig man he knows is all too willing to help...
The time had come; Mikey's first heat had started. All of the turtles had to deal with it in one way or another over time, but it was never quite as bad as this. Not only has he been grinding himself on everything, but the brothers soon found out he's been emitting hormones! They all agreed that it'd be best to put Mikey into quarantine until his heat was over. At least then, if any of them were to have sex with him, he'd be in his own state of mind.
Almost an entire week he was stuck there, with the brothers trying their best to ignore their youngest loudly moaning and masturbating. Donnie had to give them all special gas masks to prevent them from giving into their lust, as whenever they tried to go to him, to give him food, or even talk, his room would reek of musk, sweat and cum, with it staining the walls and floor. Soon, even the masks were even starting to lose their power, as they kept finding themselves getting handsy with Mikey when they got close, and had to eventually keep an even further distance.
One day, when the bros were out protecting the city from the Foot Clan, Mikey managed to escape from quarantine. By the time the brothers were home, the protector to Mikey's room was destroyed and cum ropes dripped from the walls. With Splinter himself conked out on the couch, though his robe was open and his underwear pulled down.
The turtles spent days searching for their brother, worrying about their sweet orange boy. And with his current vulnerable mind, there's no knowing WHAT kind of danger he could be in. Back at the lair, Raph paced back and forth in the middle of the skate ramp, with Leo calling April while Donnie worked on some sort of small contraption.
"... Oh, alright April. Call back if you see him, k? Cool." Leo hung up his phone and stuck it into his side pouch. "Well, April still hasn't seen him either. Anything from you guys?"
"I've searched every street, alley, and empty building and FULL buildings in town! There's no sign of him anywhere! What if he got kidnapped?! Turtlenapped?! WHAT IF HE'S-" Raph quickly got a quick smack to the face by one of Donnie's robo-claw hands, causing him to start to whimper like a dog and rub his now red cheek.
"Chill out Raphie, don't need another episode again." Donnie said, in his surprisingly calm tone of voice. "Besides, I've finally made something that will help track down Micheal. THIS!" With a final screw turn, Donnie stood up to face his brothers, cackling to himself as he held up a small device, adding a spotlight for dramatic effect. "This baby will track into the microchip I had put in Mikey, and set up a camera link, and be able to show us where he is!"
"Donnie that's AWESO- Wait, you microchipped him?"
"Yeah. I chipped all of you."
Leo and Raph both looked at Donnie with faces of deep concern.
"Look, the point is, we now have a way to find and communicate to our littlest brother!"
Donnie started to press some buttons on the device, causing it to start making sounds and light up.
"... Fine, but we're having a serious discussion on this afterwards, Donald." Raph told him.
A large projection appeared from Donnie's gizmo, making it look like a giant TV screen, but could put your hand through. The screen itself flickered with static, before slowly coming into focus.
On screen was Mikey, in what appeared to be a dark room. Whatever Mikey was doing, it was making him bounce, and pant heavily. Sweat was running down his forehead, and a blissful smile was on his face, before his eyes went to the screen that projected out of nowhere, and made a surprise yelp, stopping his bouncing.
"O-OHMIGOSH! Leo? Raph, Donnie? T-That you guys?" Mikey started to heavily blush from embarrassment, shifting his arms to cover his chest. "Uh, how much of me can you see?"
"Right now, only your face." Donnie responded.
"Is everything okay?! Are you hurt?! Did someone take you?!" Raph started to yell in worry at the screen.
"I-I'm fine guys! I'm okay! Just uhh... Had to get some fresh air! Yeah, that's it." Mikey let out a small, surprised moan, as he started to bounce again, this time with even more speed, causing his head to start bobbing.
"... You sure you're doing alright Mike? Doing a lotta... bouncing there." As Leo said this, the screen started to tilt downwards from Mikey's face, slowly going down his chest. Mikey quickly adjusted the screen to focus back on his face, giving a small nervous laugh.
"Y-Yeah! Uh... I'm just... Doing some exercises! Ya know, making sure I'm still battle ready!" He gave another small laugh, followed by a loud moaning yip, as he suddenly jolts into the air. The screen started to drift down even further, reaching a point where the brothers saw exactly what was making Mikey bounce and moan.
Under Mikey's shell hole was a large, dark pink dick, with about volleyball sized balls, with the orange turtle firmly planted on it. Making it where the head of Mikey's dick would bounce in and out of frame, making his brother's hearts skip a beat. Mikey tried to use his hands to cover himself, as poor of a job as it is. Donnie mindlessly pressed some buttons to make the screen zoom out, getting a full body view of his brother. All of them started to get hard, watching Mikey fuck himself.
"...Okay, ya caught me. I'm sorry guys, but I really REALLY needed something to help me through this heat and-"
"Dude, if you just needed some sort of new toys to use, we could've lent ours. Think I still have one of my old ones under my bed." Leo said, trying to sound proud of it
"... Yeah... Course! A dildo, that's what I've been using!" Mikey fake laughed, the dildo itself starting to thrust itself into Mikey's rectum. The sound of loud smacking of the supposed toys balls flopping, hips smacking and Mikey's moaning filled the room. Leo, Donnie and Raph started to slip off their shorts, their dicks bouncing up in full mast.
"...Heh... Guess you guys are enjoying the show, huh?" Mikey said, stopping his thrusts and starting to grind his butt against the pink dildo, giving his bros quite a show.
"It's uh... very realistic, Micheal. Where'd you even find this thing?" Donnie asked, his eyes never leaving the screen, and started to stroke himself slowly. Though he did notice something pink in the background...
"Oh, well, y-ya know! Just... Around!" Mickey nervously chuckled. A couple of large, gloved hands appeared from the shadows, and grabbed Mikey's shoulders. They slammed his butt down on the dildo, causing him to let out a loud yelp.
"Mikey! Are you okay?! Looks like there's someone in there!" Raph yelled in worry, with dick still in hand.
"Looks like our little secret is out of the bag laddie..." A pair of red eyes appeared from the dark, coming closer until a clear face was shown; Meat Sweats! He licked at Mickey's neck, grabbed his shoulders, and started rapid thrusting into him.
"Meat Sweats?! How DARE you kidnap our precious little brother in his most vulnerable state!" Leo screamed in anger.
"Kidnapped? This wee lad came to ME specifically! Saying his brothers wouldn't spend ANY time with him, or take care of his... special needs..." The large hog gave his young turtle a small but hard bite to his neck, making him gasp out in pleasure.
"I-It's true guys... I needed something... so badly... And Roupie here's been giving me the love I've been needing!" Mikey said, a lusted smile spread on his face.
"But Mikey, we didn't want you to jump into sex with your heat still going! It'd feel like we'd be taking advantage of you! Your first time should be special!" Raph pleaded to him.
"Oh, it was SPECIAL alright! Little turtle gave me his so-called precious virginity LONG ago!" The hog laughed, jackhammering at Mikey's hole. "Besides, you lads are ones to talk, clearly enjoying the show~" As he said this, Mikey's cock started to twitch, and with a loud moan, shots of cum came shooting out, going everywhere. Phasing through the screen and landing on the turtle's plastron and face, until it finally started to spurt dry.
Leo, Donnie and Raph licked their lips. As angry as they were with Meat Sweats and sad that Mikey ran out to fuck a villain, he sadly DID have a point. The show the two were giving was... incredibly enticing.
"Ye see? The lad's happy with me. I give him all the delicious food he could ever want, plus a source of fresh pig milk to go with it! And in exchange, I get a nice warm hole to dump my loads in..." Meat Sweats slowly ran his fingers down Mikey's plastron, going from his chest, to his stomach area, to his thigh, teasing his body and making Mikey bite his lip.
"If you so much as harm a single skin cell on our precious baby brother, swine, I will make sure, we will-!" Donnie shook in anger, one hand pointing at Meat Sweats in seriousness, while the other was still wrapped around his still erect dick.
"Ah, calm yer we self, purple one. For once, I don't plan to harm yer kin. Well, not TOO much anyways." Meat Sweats gave another hickey to Mikey, this time on the other side of the turtle's neck. Mikey let out a cry of pleasure, and turned his head to the hog, sticking his tongue out for him to catch, as they started to make out in front of his brothers.
"All you're doing is turning our innocent brother into your plaything! Mikey, we're gonna try and rescue you! Just try and-" As Raph said this, Mikey held up his hand to his older brother, in protest.
"Guys, c'mon... ah~ I'm old enough to make my own decisions... O-oh~! I came to Roupie by my own will, and he's been taking good care of me! R-Really!" While Mikey protested, Meat Sweats started to go slower, and stronger, with his thrusts. "B-Besides, I can tell you guys are... still enjoying this~" He stuck his tongue out at his brothers in a teasing fashion, giving them a seductive wink.
"See? Even HE'S saying how much he wants this. Face it lads, it's not the fact he's with ME that has ya miffed, it's the fact none of ye got to get to him first and..." Meat Sweats threw his head back, letting out a loud pig-like squeal, With Mikey laying back onto the pig's stomach, letting out his own moan as he cums again, letting it shoot up in the air and land on his face and plasteron. "...Unleashed his flavor..."
Meat Sweats leaned back up to stare at the turtles, with their brother being safely hugged in his arms. His dick pulsing, and Mikey's belly slowly distending. "Now, here's what's going to happen laddies. I'm going to be nice with yer brother and feed him, give him shelter, and plow his little brains out. And since yas so worried about him, I'll share video feed with ya every day. Then, once I grow bored of him, you can have him back. Can't promise his mind'll be all there though..."
As he explained his terms, the turtles couldn't help but stare at Mikey, his little belly getting bigger and bigger, until they noticed all of the cum starting to pour out from around Sweats' dick and down his balls and thighs. Mikey even seemed to be drooling some of the cum from his mouth, as his tongue layed out and his eyes glazed over in lustful happiness.
The turtles agreed to his deal, not wanting their brother to get hurt. And true to his word, everyday he'd let them watch as he plowed Mikey. In every sort of position imaginable. Sometimes he'd have him blow him, other times ride his dick, and sometimes just have it where Mikey would show his freshly stretched and glazed hole. And his brothers would shamefully masturbate to it everyday, waiting for him to return him back to them and be done with it.
After several months of waiting, a loud thunk could be heard near the entrance to the lair. With Mikey being returned safe and sound, his brothers hugged him with relief and happiness. Even if the pig man didn't bother to clean him and smelled like sweat and ham, and covered in his cum. It didn't matter, as long as he was safe.
Though the days that followed didn't seem to change him, as everyday he'd wake up early and blow or ride his brothers in their sleep, then during breakfast, then during games or watching movies, and wouldn't even stop for training! He'd work on milking his bros, and sometimes even his fathers, to the point of feeling dry. The worst though, was the noticeable bulge in his stomach that never really went away since he came back. In fact, it seemed to get bigger as time went on. There was also the fact that he started sleep-talking at night, always saying only one thing.
"Oh, Roupie..."