Mikey's silly. Of course, he's silly, he's always silly, that's his role in the family (to make his brothers laugh when they're feeling low, to draw people's attention to his smile so they won't see his weapons blur, to give his family a place to release their tension). Silly, silly, silly, that's Mikey.
But this is a special silly, a super-duper kind of silly. This is pretty lights flickering around his head and a cackle twisting in his throat, this is cool metal buzzing beneath his fingers as he slumps on the floor of a--oh, a ship? A space ship?
Oooh ooh ooh, he's gotta get his brothers! Leo would lose his shit and so would Raph, because he's a Space Heroes fan too even if they're not supposed to talk about it, and Donnie and Casey would want to take everything apart, and--
"Shut him up," someone growls, and Mikey yelps as a wad of cloth is stuffed into a mouth that he didn't even know was moving. Uh-uh. Rude, man, so rude. He tries to tap the big, muscular chest of the big, muscular figure looming over him in reprimand.
Only, his right arm isn't moving that well. It kind of, uh, hurts? Like it does when Donnie makes them get their shots? And his head kind of hurts too, like really ow bad. And his skin is tingling in a funny way, and what's that weird shiny contraption they're putting away, and oh are those bruises on his arms--
Ooooh! Those are stars outside the window, real stars! Mikey reaches for them, giggling through the gag, but strong arms grab him and pull him away. Aw, drat. He whines in protest as he's abruptly dumped on a table-bed-thing, batting his feet at the air like a child.
"Hush," a voice rumbles, hands on his thighs. "It's all right." It's a big, deep voice, edged with something Mikey doesn't really understand. A dinosaur voice, cool!
"Sir--" someone says.
"Relax, Captain," and um, are those like, hands under him? On his butt? Is that--is that a thing that's supposed to happen? And they're squeezing, and poking, and it's just a game right? A prank? Yeah yeah yeah, it's gotta be, so it doesn't matter that his breath is coming a little fast?
"We have a bit of time to indulge." Do we? Does he? There's the sound of something opening, and slick, cold fingers touching him--inside him--Mikey whimpers, twisting and huffing for breath. It hurts, and it feels super weird.
"So tight..." A soft, shocked breath. "Are you a virgin? Truly? No one ever took the opportunity to indulge in this loveliness?"
Lovely? Is that a joke? It must be, so that--that's a good thing, right? It's just a joke, a sweet, silly game, and that means everything's all right, fine and dandy, yes sirree. Mikey just needs to relax, maaaan....
Only, that's hard when he's being touched like this. Fingers outside of him and inside of him, and it feels really good in such a weird way. They rip out the gag, and fractured moans spill from him as he whimpers and shudders, and now his special private place is bulging in such a funny way.
"Sir," someone breathes.
A chuckle rings out. "Come on, you two." And whoa wow what, there are suddenly more hands on him, touching him and turning him until he's shaking, and breathless, and his cock is out. Should they...are they supposed to see this? He's blushing so hard, and they see, and they laugh.
"It's all right, little one," they say. And--and their cocks are out, big and shiny and thick, rubbing over his skin. Maybe that makes it better, then, like seeing the audience in their underwear?
"Legs together," he hears the first one murmur, and he does as he's told without thinking, because Mikey's not a total cut-up, he can follow orders. And then there's thrusting, thrusting, between his legs, rubbing against his shaking tail and his hole which is still full of finger and Mikey's bouncing, hey, whoa Nellie, ow....
"You'll need a bit of training before we can stuff you full," one of them says, sounding regretful. Training, training? He's okay at training, except where it's hard to pay attention, and--oh, fuck, one of them's rubbing a soft sensitive place deep inside Mikey. He yowls, head snapping around until it starts to hurt.
Things sort of melt, a blur of sensations that are really good except when they're not, but he can't really tell them apart at this point, and what does it matter? It's just a silly, silly game, and they know, they're laughing, and so is Mikey, or at least the sounds they're all making sound a bit like laughter.
Heat. Stickiness. There's a bunch of stuff splattering on him, and then more stuff, and more. He's gagging on it, drowning. In space no one can hear you scream, and he giggles, only none of this is that funny, not really.
But it is! It has to be! Otherwise....
Anyway, the dinosaurs are moving away now, buckling themselves back into place. And Mikey? He's just lying there, stiff and sticky--stick, stiffly, funny dick jokes, stiff, stiff and dead and cold and not having to think about this anymore. Or something.
And now, new voices? People are yelling, running, there's the distant rumbles of explosions, like a war movie on TV. Maybe that's it, he's asleep and none of this is happening. That might be...nice. Yeah.
The door crashes open, and Mikey whimpers at the noise, curling into the ball. He hears someone gagging, cursing, screaming. The dinosaurs are going for their weapons, and there's a sound a bit like Mr. Murakami teaching him to cut up meat, nice and careful.
When he sits up, the dinosaurs aren't moving and things are very, very red. Except for the splotches of green moving towards him--ooh, he knows them! Mikey waves, or tries to, but he's shaking all over and he's aching from bruises that he's just not realizing have been left on his hips, his thighs, all over his body.
He tries to smile, because that's what Mikey does. Smile, smile, and it's funny, isn't it? Mikey's always funny? Mikey went and hurt himself. Mikey's all covered in icky goop.
They're holding him now, which is weird because he's such a mess, and they...crying? Weird. Mikey tries to keep smiling, to cheer them up, but it's harder than it should be.
"We're sorry," he hears Leo whisper. "We're sorry, baby, so sorry." Sorry for what? Mikey doesn't know (doesn't want to know).
He's scooped up and carried out, and Mikey's not sure how far they are into the escape before he realizes that he's crying, too.