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To his surprise, the tribe did not shun him and Venus did not turn her back on him. They continued to live their lives as if nothing had happened; the only difference was that they had to pay Saki. \n\nStanding in a field, Donatello watched the latest group of hatchlings as they moved about, and couldn’t help but wonder which ones were his. They were only a few months old and all of them were healthy and developing well. Sometimes he wished that his life could be as simple and as joyful as the caretakers. \n\n“The cart is full, Donatello.”\n\nDonny looked over his shoulder to see Venus standing behind him. Turning, he faced her and she leaned in for a soft kiss. “Then I guess it’s time for me to head back to town.” Donny looked into her eyes and softly smiled. “I wish I could just leave it all behind and stay here. It no longer brings me the joy it once did.”\n\n“Have faith, my love,” Venus soothed. “All is not lost.”\n\n“I don’t see how you can be so optimistic,” Donny sighed. “Our people are being killed off.”\n\n“This is a trying time,” Venus agreed with a nod. “However, we cannot give in to despair. Our people can overcome this.”\n\nDespair. It was so overwhelming for Donny. There were too few things that brought him joy anymore. He looked out at the children once again and sighed. “I have failed them. I was supposed to secure their future but I lost it.”\n\n“That was not your fault,” Venus soothed. “Saki was the one who manipulated everything in his favor. He is a dishonest man.”\n\nDonatello shook his head. “He may be dishonest but he is on the path to great power. He has plans to move up from mayor to head the county, then from there governor, and finally the president. If he makes it to president… it will be the end of our people. I have no doubts about that.”\n\n…..\n\nOnce back in town, Donatello spent the remainder of the morning moving the supplies into saloon. Michelangelo was already in the kitchen getting things ready for the breakfast rush. It turned out that Mikey was a better cook than Donatello and managed to make wonderful food with the limited supplies Saki allowed. \n\nIt wasn’t long before Donatello had insisted on Mikey sleeping with him every night and Mikey was only too happy to do it. It freed up Mikey’s room for a paying customer and brought them both comfort. It also gave Mikey a safer place to store his things. \n\nWith each passing day the pair grew closer, though Donny never told members of the tribe about their relationship. They wouldn’t understand. They all expected Mikey to either be violent, like his father, or simple, like his mother. But, in all honesty, he was neither. He was the kindest, most intuitive turtle Donny had ever met. \n\nOnce the supplies were put away, Donny walked over to Mikey and gave him a soft kiss. Mikey’s eyes sparkled as he greeted Donny. “Can you tell which one is yours yet?”\n\nDonny shook his head. “Not yet.”\n\nMikey snorted. “How hard can it be? They are either going to be as beautiful as Venus or as smart as you.”\n\n“You of all people know that isn’t always the case,” Donny replied flatly. \n\n“I guess so,” Mikey mumbled as he added vegetables to the pot. \n\nDonatello tied on an apron and started helping Mikey. “We’re not supposed to know anyway. The children of the tribe belong to everyone. We treat and love them all equally.”\n\nMikey glanced over his shoulder at Donny. “You know that isn’t always the case.”\n\n“No it isn’t,” Donny sighed. “As with everything, there are always exceptions.”\n\n“Well,” Mikey shrugged, “if anyone can figure it out, it’s you.”\n\n“Maybe.” Donny set some flat bread in the oven to bake. “I used to love this place. Being with you is the only joy I find here anymore.”\n\n“It must be really bad if being with me is the best part,” Mikey said as he sliced through some fruit that was on the verge of being over ripe. Mikey had found a way to cook nearly rotten fruit down into a jam and some he used to make cakes. No matter what horrid things Saki threw at them, Mikey always seemed to make them work. \n\nDonny waked over and placed his hands over Mikey’s, causing him to stop cutting. Don then gently coaxed Mikey to turn to look at him. Cupping Mikey’s face in his hands, Don looked Mikey in the eyes. “This is a horrible situation we are in but, I know, that if I had given you a chance before all of this, I would have still cared for you like I do today. You are a wonderful person, Mikey, and I am lucky to have you in my life. I’m sorry that it took something like this for me to truly see that. I love you.”\n\n“I love you too, Donny.” Mikey smiled. “You are the only joy in my life.”\n\n“People are starting to wake up,” Angel announced as she entered the kitchen. She grabbed a tray of morning pastries and headed back out. “Hurry up.”\n\n“I better get out there too,” Donny said before kissing Mikey one more time. “It won’t be long before customers start coming in.”\n\n“Okay.” Mikey nodded then turned back to his work. \n\nThe morning progressed without issue. Most of the men were eager to get back on the road so they ate quickly and left. Once the saloon cleared out, Angel and Mikey headed upstairs to clean out the rooms while Donny continued to manage the bar. \n\nWith the saloon clear of most of the men, early afternoons brought in house wives looking for merchandise from the tribes. Lanolin and wool were his best sellers followed by cheese and medicine. Donatello was glad that the women did not stop coming in when Saki turned his saloon into another whore house. \n\nWhen the men started to come in to unwind in the late afternoon the women stopped coming in. The top selling items turned to the various drinks. Men sat at the tables, drinking and gambling while Mikey and Angel entertained. \n\nIt wasn’t long before the saloon was full of drunken men. Mikey and Angel were hard at work serving the customers. Donny looked out over the sea of faces and found himself smiling. Despite everything Saki had done, the business was still a success and the clientele tended to stay on the civil side. The town’s people still supported him. \n\nDonatello was getting ready to call it a night when Angel rushed over to him. “I’m only telling you this because I like you and you’re a good guy. You deserve to know.” She looked back over her shoulder as she drummed her fingers in the counter. \n\nDonatello was able to follow her line of site and saw a young man sitting at a table, watching her. He wasn’t someone Donatello recognized. “Be careful, Angel,” Donny warned. “That guy might seem nice but he could have devious intentions for you.”\n\nAngel turned back to Donatello and smiled. “He’s my brother. He’s here to take me with him. He’s got land and a good life going for himself in a town not too far from here.”\n\nDonny nodded his understanding. “Then you better get going.”\n\n“You’ve been great.” A sad smile crossed her lips. “I’m sorry that I’m going to be leaving you shorthanded.”\n\n“Don’t worry about us,” Donny insisted. “You have a way out. Take it.”\n\nShe reached over the counter and placed her hand over Donny’s. “Goodbye.”\n\nWith that she turned and left the saloon with her brother without looking back. \n\nThe traveling patrons headed upstairs to their rooms and the men from town headed home. There was one last thing Donatello had to do before he could go to bed. Gathering the money that the saloon had made for the day, Donny packed it, along with his expense report, into a bag to take to Saki. \n\nIt was the most disheartening part of his day. All of his hard work, every sacrifice, was in that bag. It sat heavy on his back reminding him he was nothing more than a servant. \n\nHe walked up the steps to Saki’s offices and knocked on the door. Hun was there to accept the payment. The large man glared down at Donatello as he snatched up the bag. “It better all be there,” he grumbled. \n\n“I would not cheat Mr. Oroku,” Donny mumbled, keeping his eyes on the ground. “It’s all there.”\n\n“He expects the tribe to make their delivery by tomorrow,” Hun stated. \n\n“They will,” Don replied. “The gold that they found will be ready in the morning.”\n\nHun’s eyes narrowed. “They better hope that they keep finding it.”\n\nDonatello fully understood the threat. There was no doubt in his mind that Saki had plans in mind for how he was going to get rid of the tribe the moment they lost their usefulness. It was only a matter of time. There were ways that he could do it without it coming back to him. \n\nHun shut the door, leaving Don with nothing but his dark thoughts. \n\nWith a heavy heart, Donny made his way back through town. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard the men as they approached. He barely had time to register what was happening before one of them pulled out a gun and shot. \n\nDonatello was hit on the right side of his abdomen. The hot led burned the tender flesh and muscles underneath his plastron. Clutching his wound, Donny fell to the ground in shock. \n\n“Search him,” the shooter said as he put his gun away. Donny’s vest was torn open and his pockets were searched. \n\n“There ain’t nothing on him,” another man said, standing up. “We’re too late. He already made is delivery.” He delivered a solid kick to Don’s injured side. “What a waste of a good bullet.”\n\n“It ain’t a waste if it kills the native,” the shooter sneered. “The world’s a better place with one les of them. Let’s get out of here.”\n\nEach breath Donny took hurt and he could taste blood. Tears stung his eyes, blurring his already doubled vision. He felt sick. Part of him wanted to say in the middle of the road and give up. Why wasn’t the wound fatal? It would have been so easy to simply give up. But, something inside of him made him move. \n\nSomehow he managed to get to his feet. He was slipping in and out of shock and found himself having to correct his path a few times. One time he found himself lying on the ground and had to struggle to get back to his feet. He wasn’t sure he was going to make it. \n\n…..\n\n“I am ready to get this dress off and call it a night.” Michelangelo entered the back room to find Donny bleeding on the floor. “Donny!” Mikey rushed over to him, falling to his knees next to Donny’s prone form. \n\nThe color was drained from Don’s face but he was still breathing. Panic filled Mikey, he had no idea how long Donny had been there but judging by the amount of blood pooled on the floor, it couldn’t have been long. \n\nUsing every ounce of strength he had, Mikey managed to pull Donny to the bed. “I’m gonna get you help,” he panted. “Don’t die. Please. I can’t lose you.”\n\nMikey ran through town towards the one place he swore he would never go back to. The tribe healers would be able to help Donny and for him Mikey was willing to do anything. \n\nHe ran into the village, screaming, “Donny’s hurt. Please someone help.”\n\nMembers of the tribe emerged from their homes and looked at Mikey in confusion. It was then that Mikey realized that he was yelling in the common language. Taking a few deep breaths Mikey gathered his thoughts before saying in the native language, “Donatello’s been shot. He needs help.”\n\n“Get the healer,” one of the tribe’s men called out then turned to another. “Get Venus.” He then walked over to stand in front of Mikey. He could see the distain in the other turtle’s eyes. “You will take us to him.”\n\n“We have to hurry,” Mikey insisted, praying that they weren’t already too late. \n\nAs soon as Venus and the healer joined them, Mikey led them back to town. Taking them around the back of the saloon, Mikey opened the door to Donny’s room. “He’s in here.” He rushed over to the lamp and turned it up. “I found him on the floor.”\n\nThe healer knelt down next to Donny to inspect the wound. “It is not deep. His shell managed to slow the bullet down. I can get it out. The only thing we have to worry about now is infection.” \n\n“So he’s going to be okay?” Mikey asked. \n\n“Yes,” the healer replied without looking back. “I believe he will be. He will be bed ridden for a few days but he should make a full recovery.”\n\n“I need to work,” Donny whispered. \n\n“That won’t be happening,” the healer insisted. “You are in no condition to work.”\n\n“Saki…” Donny tried to argue but Venus cut him off. \n\n“Other members of the tribe will run the saloon until you are better.”\n\nDonny shook his head. “There’s just too much to do and there is no one who can speak the common language well enough to serve the customers.”\n\n“I can do it,” Mikey offered. “I’m sure Angel can handle… the other stuff on her own for a few days.”\n\nOnce again Donny shook his head. “Angel is gone. Her brother came for her.”\n\nMikey felt his heart sink and couldn’t help the slight pang of jealousy. “She’s gone?”\n\n“We will find someone to handle Angel’s duties,” Venus said. “How hard can they be?”\n\nMikey and Donny shared a look before Donny answered. “Angel… uh… had sex with men for money. It was something Saki added when he took over.”\n\nEyes wide, Venus looked back at Mikey. “Do you also do this?”\n\nLooking at the ground, Mikey nodded. \n\n“That is what you left the tribe to do?” Venus scoffed. \n\n“Don’t be too hard on him,” Donny pleaded. “His options were limited.”\n\n“He could have stayed with the tribe,” Venus argued. \n\n“Staying with the tribe was worse,” Mikey screamed as tears streaked down his cheeks. He still couldn’t bring himself to look at any of them. “Nobody there wanted me anyway.” Wiping the tears from his cheeks, Mikey headed for the door. “Now that I know Donatello is going to be okay I need to get back to work. There are things that need to be done in the kitchen for the morning.” Not wanting to hear anything else anyone wanted to say, Mikey left. \n\n…..\n\nThe next few days were difficult. Saki was furious that Angel had left, leaving only ‘Angela’ to ‘entertain’. Venus and Marco, another turtle from the tribe, did their best to help out in the saloon. Donatello had to sit on a stool behind the bar to make sure nothing was misunderstood. \n\nMikey put on a good front but Donny could tell that having other turtles there made him uneasy. Often times Mikey ended up sleeping in the kitchen since Venus stayed in with Donny and Marco slept on the floor in Don’s room. Seeing the way the others looked a Mikey made Donny fully understand why he had left the tribe in the first place. \n\nIt took about a week for Donatello to regain his strength enough to tend to the bar on his own. Venus and Marco stayed to help with the cooking and serving while Mikey entertained. \n\nAs they were closing down for the night, Mikey entered the kitchen to pick his dinner out of the bottom of the pot. For a special treat, Donatello melted some cheese on some old bread. It wasn’t often Mikey was able to eat well so he intended to inhale his food. \n\nOnce he was done, he moved the pot over to the pump to fill it with water. He was not allowed to do any work that could result in making his hands rough. So scrubbing the pot was out of the question for him. \n\nMikey made himself comfortable on the kitchen floor and waited for the others to finish preparing breakfast for the morning. As they were finishing up, Hun bellowed from the front of the saloon. “Angela!”\n\n“He’s not supposed to do that,” Donny hissed. “He’ll wake the others.”\n\n“I’ll handle him,” Mikey said as he stood up. “You stay back here.” Mikey left the kitchen in time to stop Hun from going up the stairs. “A customer has my room.”\n\nHun stopped at the foot of the staircase and looked at Mikey. “Good you’re free.” It was clear that Hun was drunk. 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I’ll leave early in the morning and be back here before the first customer wakes.”\n\n“Temptress,” Hun yelled as he backhanded Mikey, sending him crashing into a table. “I would never go against Master Oroku’s orders.” He grabbed Mikey by the shoulders and pulled him back onto his feet. “Look what you made me do, you stupid girl.”\n\nHe turned Mikey back around and bent him over the table. “I don’t need a room.” Holding Mikey down with one arm, Hun undid his pants and lifted Mikey’s skirt. He thrust into Mikey’s tail, sending a bolt of pain up Mikey’s spine. “You’re still wet from all the other men you have been with. You’re nothing but a whore. Something I like to come and play with, nothing more.”\n\nMikey’s hands gripped the edge of the table in an attempt to steady himself. He was grateful for the darkness in the saloon and he tried his best not to make any noise. He didn’t want the others to see him like this. 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It had been over a year since Donny had lost the deeds to the land and the saloon. To his surprise, the tribe did not shun him and Venus did not turn her back on him. They continued to live their lives as if nothing had happened; the only difference was that they had to pay Saki.

Standing in a field, Donatello watched the latest group of hatchlings as they moved about, and couldn’t help but wonder which ones were his. They were only a few months old and all of them were healthy and developing well. Sometimes he wished that his life could be as simple and as joyful as the caretakers.

“The cart is full, Donatello.”

Donny looked over his shoulder to see Venus standing behind him. Turning, he faced her and she leaned in for a soft kiss. “Then I guess it’s time for me to head back to town.” Donny looked into her eyes and softly smiled. “I wish I could just leave it all behind and stay here. It no longer brings me the joy it once did.”

“Have faith, my love,” Venus soothed. “All is not lost.”

“I don’t see how you can be so optimistic,” Donny sighed. “Our people are being killed off.”

“This is a trying time,” Venus agreed with a nod. “However, we cannot give in to despair. Our people can overcome this.”

Despair. It was so overwhelming for Donny. There were too few things that brought him joy anymore. He looked out at the children once again and sighed. “I have failed them. I was supposed to secure their future but I lost it.”

“That was not your fault,” Venus soothed. “Saki was the one who manipulated everything in his favor. He is a dishonest man.”

Donatello shook his head. “He may be dishonest but he is on the path to great power. He has plans to move up from mayor to head the county, then from there governor, and finally the president. If he makes it to president… it will be the end of our people. I have no doubts about that.”

…..

Once back in town, Donatello spent the remainder of the morning moving the supplies into saloon. Michelangelo was already in the kitchen getting things ready for the breakfast rush. It turned out that Mikey was a better cook than Donatello and managed to make wonderful food with the limited supplies Saki allowed.

It wasn’t long before Donatello had insisted on Mikey sleeping with him every night and Mikey was only too happy to do it. It freed up Mikey’s room for a paying customer and brought them both comfort. It also gave Mikey a safer place to store his things.

With each passing day the pair grew closer, though Donny never told members of the tribe about their relationship. They wouldn’t understand. They all expected Mikey to either be violent, like his father, or simple, like his mother. But, in all honesty, he was neither. He was the kindest, most intuitive turtle Donny had ever met.

Once the supplies were put away, Donny walked over to Mikey and gave him a soft kiss. Mikey’s eyes sparkled as he greeted Donny. “Can you tell which one is yours yet?”

Donny shook his head. “Not yet.”

Mikey snorted. “How hard can it be? They are either going to be as beautiful as Venus or as smart as you.”

“You of all people know that isn’t always the case,” Donny replied flatly.

“I guess so,” Mikey mumbled as he added vegetables to the pot.

Donatello tied on an apron and started helping Mikey. “We’re not supposed to know anyway. The children of the tribe belong to everyone. We treat and love them all equally.”

Mikey glanced over his shoulder at Donny. “You know that isn’t always the case.”

“No it isn’t,” Donny sighed. “As with everything, there are always exceptions.”

“Well,” Mikey shrugged, “if anyone can figure it out, it’s you.”

“Maybe.” Donny set some flat bread in the oven to bake. “I used to love this place. Being with you is the only joy I find here anymore.”

“It must be really bad if being with me is the best part,” Mikey said as he sliced through some fruit that was on the verge of being over ripe. Mikey had found a way to cook nearly rotten fruit down into a jam and some he used to make cakes. No matter what horrid things Saki threw at them, Mikey always seemed to make them work.

Donny waked over and placed his hands over Mikey’s, causing him to stop cutting. Don then gently coaxed Mikey to turn to look at him. Cupping Mikey’s face in his hands, Don looked Mikey in the eyes. “This is a horrible situation we are in but, I know, that if I had given you a chance before all of this, I would have still cared for you like I do today. You are a wonderful person, Mikey, and I am lucky to have you in my life. I’m sorry that it took something like this for me to truly see that. I love you.”

“I love you too, Donny.” Mikey smiled. “You are the only joy in my life.”

“People are starting to wake up,” Angel announced as she entered the kitchen. She grabbed a tray of morning pastries and headed back out. “Hurry up.”

“I better get out there too,” Donny said before kissing Mikey one more time. “It won’t be long before customers start coming in.”

“Okay.” Mikey nodded then turned back to his work.

The morning progressed without issue. Most of the men were eager to get back on the road so they ate quickly and left. Once the saloon cleared out, Angel and Mikey headed upstairs to clean out the rooms while Donny continued to manage the bar.

With the saloon clear of most of the men, early afternoons brought in house wives looking for merchandise from the tribes. Lanolin and wool were his best sellers followed by cheese and medicine. Donatello was glad that the women did not stop coming in when Saki turned his saloon into another whore house.

When the men started to come in to unwind in the late afternoon the women stopped coming in. The top selling items turned to the various drinks. Men sat at the tables, drinking and gambling while Mikey and Angel entertained.

It wasn’t long before the saloon was full of drunken men. Mikey and Angel were hard at work serving the customers. Donny looked out over the sea of faces and found himself smiling. Despite everything Saki had done, the business was still a success and the clientele tended to stay on the civil side. The town’s people still supported him.

Donatello was getting ready to call it a night when Angel rushed over to him. “I’m only telling you this because I like you and you’re a good guy. You deserve to know.” She looked back over her shoulder as she drummed her fingers in the counter.

Donatello was able to follow her line of site and saw a young man sitting at a table, watching her. He wasn’t someone Donatello recognized. “Be careful, Angel,” Donny warned. “That guy might seem nice but he could have devious intentions for you.”

Angel turned back to Donatello and smiled. “He’s my brother. He’s here to take me with him. He’s got land and a good life going for himself in a town not too far from here.”

Donny nodded his understanding. “Then you better get going.”

“You’ve been great.” A sad smile crossed her lips. “I’m sorry that I’m going to be leaving you shorthanded.”

“Don’t worry about us,” Donny insisted. “You have a way out. Take it.”

She reached over the counter and placed her hand over Donny’s. “Goodbye.”

With that she turned and left the saloon with her brother without looking back.

The traveling patrons headed upstairs to their rooms and the men from town headed home. There was one last thing Donatello had to do before he could go to bed. Gathering the money that the saloon had made for the day, Donny packed it, along with his expense report, into a bag to take to Saki.

It was the most disheartening part of his day. All of his hard work, every sacrifice, was in that bag. It sat heavy on his back reminding him he was nothing more than a servant.

He walked up the steps to Saki’s offices and knocked on the door. Hun was there to accept the payment. The large man glared down at Donatello as he snatched up the bag. “It better all be there,” he grumbled.

“I would not cheat Mr. Oroku,” Donny mumbled, keeping his eyes on the ground. “It’s all there.”

“He expects the tribe to make their delivery by tomorrow,” Hun stated.

“They will,” Don replied. “The gold that they found will be ready in the morning.”

Hun’s eyes narrowed. “They better hope that they keep finding it.”

Donatello fully understood the threat. There was no doubt in his mind that Saki had plans in mind for how he was going to get rid of the tribe the moment they lost their usefulness. It was only a matter of time. There were ways that he could do it without it coming back to him.

Hun shut the door, leaving Don with nothing but his dark thoughts.

With a heavy heart, Donny made his way back through town. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard the men as they approached. He barely had time to register what was happening before one of them pulled out a gun and shot.

Donatello was hit on the right side of his abdomen. The hot led burned the tender flesh and muscles underneath his plastron. Clutching his wound, Donny fell to the ground in shock.

“Search him,” the shooter said as he put his gun away. Donny’s vest was torn open and his pockets were searched.

“There ain’t nothing on him,” another man said, standing up. “We’re too late. He already made is delivery.” He delivered a solid kick to Don’s injured side. “What a waste of a good bullet.”

“It ain’t a waste if it kills the native,” the shooter sneered. “The world’s a better place with one les of them. Let’s get out of here.”

Each breath Donny took hurt and he could taste blood. Tears stung his eyes, blurring his already doubled vision. He felt sick. Part of him wanted to say in the middle of the road and give up. Why wasn’t the wound fatal? It would have been so easy to simply give up. But, something inside of him made him move.

Somehow he managed to get to his feet. He was slipping in and out of shock and found himself having to correct his path a few times. One time he found himself lying on the ground and had to struggle to get back to his feet. He wasn’t sure he was going to make it.

…..

“I am ready to get this dress off and call it a night.” Michelangelo entered the back room to find Donny bleeding on the floor. “Donny!” Mikey rushed over to him, falling to his knees next to Donny’s prone form.

The color was drained from Don’s face but he was still breathing. Panic filled Mikey, he had no idea how long Donny had been there but judging by the amount of blood pooled on the floor, it couldn’t have been long.

Using every ounce of strength he had, Mikey managed to pull Donny to the bed. “I’m gonna get you help,” he panted. “Don’t die. Please. I can’t lose you.”

Mikey ran through town towards the one place he swore he would never go back to. The tribe healers would be able to help Donny and for him Mikey was willing to do anything.

He ran into the village, screaming, “Donny’s hurt. Please someone help.”

Members of the tribe emerged from their homes and looked at Mikey in confusion. It was then that Mikey realized that he was yelling in the common language. Taking a few deep breaths Mikey gathered his thoughts before saying in the native language, “Donatello’s been shot. He needs help.”

“Get the healer,” one of the tribe’s men called out then turned to another. “Get Venus.” He then walked over to stand in front of Mikey. He could see the distain in the other turtle’s eyes. “You will take us to him.”

“We have to hurry,” Mikey insisted, praying that they weren’t already too late.

As soon as Venus and the healer joined them, Mikey led them back to town. Taking them around the back of the saloon, Mikey opened the door to Donny’s room. “He’s in here.” He rushed over to the lamp and turned it up. “I found him on the floor.”

The healer knelt down next to Donny to inspect the wound. “It is not deep. His shell managed to slow the bullet down. I can get it out. The only thing we have to worry about now is infection.”

“So he’s going to be okay?” Mikey asked.

“Yes,” the healer replied without looking back. “I believe he will be. He will be bed ridden for a few days but he should make a full recovery.”

“I need to work,” Donny whispered.

“That won’t be happening,” the healer insisted. “You are in no condition to work.”

“Saki…” Donny tried to argue but Venus cut him off.

“Other members of the tribe will run the saloon until you are better.”

Donny shook his head. “There’s just too much to do and there is no one who can speak the common language well enough to serve the customers.”

“I can do it,” Mikey offered. “I’m sure Angel can handle… the other stuff on her own for a few days.”

Once again Donny shook his head. “Angel is gone. Her brother came for her.”

Mikey felt his heart sink and couldn’t help the slight pang of jealousy. “She’s gone?”

“We will find someone to handle Angel’s duties,” Venus said. “How hard can they be?”

Mikey and Donny shared a look before Donny answered. “Angel… uh… had sex with men for money. It was something Saki added when he took over.”

Eyes wide, Venus looked back at Mikey. “Do you also do this?”

Looking at the ground, Mikey nodded.

“That is what you left the tribe to do?” Venus scoffed.

“Don’t be too hard on him,” Donny pleaded. “His options were limited.”

“He could have stayed with the tribe,” Venus argued.

“Staying with the tribe was worse,” Mikey screamed as tears streaked down his cheeks. He still couldn’t bring himself to look at any of them. “Nobody there wanted me anyway.” Wiping the tears from his cheeks, Mikey headed for the door. “Now that I know Donatello is going to be okay I need to get back to work. There are things that need to be done in the kitchen for the morning.” Not wanting to hear anything else anyone wanted to say, Mikey left.

…..

The next few days were difficult. Saki was furious that Angel had left, leaving only ‘Angela’ to ‘entertain’. Venus and Marco, another turtle from the tribe, did their best to help out in the saloon. Donatello had to sit on a stool behind the bar to make sure nothing was misunderstood.

Mikey put on a good front but Donny could tell that having other turtles there made him uneasy. Often times Mikey ended up sleeping in the kitchen since Venus stayed in with Donny and Marco slept on the floor in Don’s room. Seeing the way the others looked a Mikey made Donny fully understand why he had left the tribe in the first place.

It took about a week for Donatello to regain his strength enough to tend to the bar on his own. Venus and Marco stayed to help with the cooking and serving while Mikey entertained.

As they were closing down for the night, Mikey entered the kitchen to pick his dinner out of the bottom of the pot. For a special treat, Donatello melted some cheese on some old bread. It wasn’t often Mikey was able to eat well so he intended to inhale his food.

Once he was done, he moved the pot over to the pump to fill it with water. He was not allowed to do any work that could result in making his hands rough. So scrubbing the pot was out of the question for him.

Mikey made himself comfortable on the kitchen floor and waited for the others to finish preparing breakfast for the morning. As they were finishing up, Hun bellowed from the front of the saloon. “Angela!”

“He’s not supposed to do that,” Donny hissed. “He’ll wake the others.”

“I’ll handle him,” Mikey said as he stood up. “You stay back here.” Mikey left the kitchen in time to stop Hun from going up the stairs. “A customer has my room.”

Hun stopped at the foot of the staircase and looked at Mikey. “Good you’re free.” It was clear that Hun was drunk. Even in the dark, Mikey could see that Hun’s eyes were glassy and his words slurred as he stumbled his way towards Mikey. “I want to be with you.”

“Okay,” Mikey smiled sweetly. “The only problem is that there are no available rooms. Maybe you can take me back to your place for the night?” Anything would have been preferable to sleeping on the kitchen floor again and Mikey wanted to get away from the others even if it was for a little while.  

Hun scoffed. “You know that Master Oroku does not allow that. I can only have you here.”

Mikey trailed his finger down Hun’s chest. “We really don’t have much of an option. He doesn’t have to know. I’ll leave early in the morning and be back here before the first customer wakes.”

“Temptress,” Hun yelled as he backhanded Mikey, sending him crashing into a table. “I would never go against Master Oroku’s orders.” He grabbed Mikey by the shoulders and pulled him back onto his feet. “Look what you made me do, you stupid girl.”

He turned Mikey back around and bent him over the table. “I don’t need a room.” Holding Mikey down with one arm, Hun undid his pants and lifted Mikey’s skirt. He thrust into Mikey’s tail, sending a bolt of pain up Mikey’s spine. “You’re still wet from all the other men you have been with. You’re nothing but a whore. Something I like to come and play with, nothing more.”

Mikey’s hands gripped the edge of the table in an attempt to steady himself. He was grateful for the darkness in the saloon and he tried his best not to make any noise. He didn’t want the others to see him like this. He closed his eyes and prayed it would be over soon.

Hun grunted as he finished inside of Mikey. Once his orgasm was complete, Hun leaned down to whisper into Mikey’s ear. The foul stench of alcohol and vomit carried with his words. “I wish I could have you all to myself as a personal play thing but Master Oroku won’t allow it. Desiring you is a sin. So I have to share you.”

After kissing Mikey’s cheek, Hun pulled off of him, staggering backwards. Mikey slid to the ground, curling around himself. He stayed on the floor and waited for Hun to leave. The drunken man stumbled around in the dark, mumbling to himself.

The sound of the door closing had Mikey looking up. Hun was gone. Pulling himself off the ground, Mikey made his way back to the kitchen. He prayed that the others were done and that they had already gone to bed.

When he opened the door, he saw that the others were still in there. The look on Donny’s face sent a flood of tears down Mikey’s cheeks. “He was drunk,” Mikey explained as Donny rushed over. “I shouldn’t have provoked him.”

“Nothing you could have said or done justifies him hitting you,” Donny said as he inspected Mikey’s face. “I will make sure Saki knows about this. You’re not going to be able to work like this.”

“He raped me,” Mikey whimpered. He didn’t know why he said it. He didn’t want anyone to know. “It was my fault,” Mikey added in a whisper.

Without a word, Venus left the kitchen.

Shaking his head, Mikey pulled away from Donny. “Don’t fuss over me. You’re upsetting Venus. I’m not worth it.”

Donny wrapped his arms around Mikey and gently kissed his cheek. “You are worth it. You are my friend and I love you.” Donny pulled away and led Mikey over to the water pump. “Let me help you get clean. We’ll wash your dress and it should be dry by the morning.”

Mikey nodded and let Donny guide him. By the time they got the dress off, Venus had returned to the kitchen with the medical supplies that the healer had left. She placed the bag on the table and then got to work mixing different herbs.

Salve in hand she walked over to where Donny was helping Mikey clean up. “This will help prevent a bruise.” She rubbed her concoction on Mikey’s jaw and then wrapped a bandage around his head. Once she was done, she helped clean out Mikey’s tail.

“You are still only a child,” Venus said as she slid her thumb over the scars around Mikey’s cloaca. “Is this really better for you?”

Mikey’s tear filled eyes stayed fixed on the wall. “Only slightly.”

She cradled his cheek in her hand, trying to get him to look at her but he kept his eyes diverted. “I am sorry if I had done anything that led to you feeling that way,” she whispered. Venus stood and then scooped Mikey up into her arms. She carried him into Donny’s room and placed him on the bed. “You can sleep in our bed tonight. Donatello and I can sleep on the floor. Since Marco usually sleeps on the floor, he will have to share the bed with you. That is unless you want Donatello to be the one to sleep up in bed with you.”

“Donny please,” Mikey answered.

Venus smiled, “Alright.”

Donny kissed Venus. “Thank you.” He crawled into bed with Mikey and they curled around each other.

“You are the only joy in my life,” Mikey mumbled.

“I love you too,” Donny whispered back.
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