Pond side beasties (Extract from A Knight In Turtle Armor, Tag Ally)

- hand sliding down her bare skin, evoking moans of his own when fingers first circle then cup each perky bosom, one at a time, squeezing them hard! fingers pinching nipples, but moving on making way for his mouth those board strong teeth nipping painfully at the left nipple before his tongue swirls over the areola before then suckling the breast in.

His grip tightened a little about those slim wrists, free hand continuing it journey of destruction upon her cloths, though at first the thick thumb sliding under the waist bands of the legging layers... the touch of the panties making him growl around the breast in his mouth which his tongue continued to tease his thumb easily tearing the fabric of leggings along the seams...

Somewhere is his consciousness aware of his rough treatment to her and her clothing and appalled.

It was obvious that mere words wouldn't get through to him. Mikey was in 'a zone', seemingly driven by instinct or lust or.. a combination of the two! The nips hurt and earned yelps and squeals, but then there was always that sweet and heavenly sensation of his tongue caressing bruised and broken skin, soothing, exciting. Indeed, there was something exciting and erotic in the barbaric treatment. Still, she was frightened, but tried to hide that fact. The Mike she met before this point seemed incapable of this.. but this... he could easily tear her apart!



She prayed that some part of him still realized what he was doing. The rational part that would pull him back before he did something too drastic. She could take it. Ally had been through a lot. Gang rapes and brutal beatings. Of course, all of which left emotional damage and lowered her self worth and required lengthy time periods to heal. But this.. this was somehow different. Because even as he bit her, leaving bruises and broke her skin, Ally knew Mike wasn't in control. There was that other part of him that she was experiencing sooner than she could have anticipated, but even through the danger and fear... it excited her!


Now with her top layers completely stripped away, the cool night air contrasted beautifully with the warm heat he was causing to churn inside of her. A soft moan emitted as his digit infiltrated her lower covering, brushing against her panties. God, how she wanted to feel that thick thumb inside of her, or that enormous tongue buried between her legs! Hips writhing with anticipation as he tore through her pants, savage and driven. She was wet and needy, receptive scent wafting towards his nostrils. She tried to meet his gaze, hoping eye contact would bring him back just enough to keep him from destroying her, but those ghostly white eyelids prevented such a connection.


She tried to pull a wrist free, hoping that maybe if she touched him, she could somehow bring him to a more rational state of being....


"Mikey?" She tried again through moans and labored breaths as he nipped, licked and sucked her....

The soft entreat of her name - he paused, a scared troubled frown passing over his face momentarily, a small shake of his head as the gentle, fun, loving goofball within the beast fought to answer her without hurting her! to resume control of the helm, to stop this! Inside frightened of the aggressive biting way the animal won the battle of instinct and morality returning to answer her continuing moans and yelps -

and the maddening, heated, beckoning scent -

by his thick fingers tearing the seams of her panties, exposing all of her and a little roar emitting as more of her intoxicating scent flooded him more.

He could hear his own breath, deep churred growled rasps rattling as he draws her scent over and over and over again into nostrils that had flared as wide as they could and lips that curled back as he let go of her breast with another nip at that nipple, her other breast receiving a firm bite, tongue again caressing the skin trapped between his large blunt teeth and those stronger than human jaws. Quiet a few of these bites had drawn blood.

Her wriggling wrists cause him to snarl and bite her firmly in warning, the beast telling her to not fight him, but he let go both hands free now to shove away strips of cloths that stood little chance against his strength, down to grip both her thighs and draw her towards him over his shoulders as his snout zeroed in on where that scent was coming from leaving a serious of painful tongue stroking bites along inner thighs, before his tongue swept over the heated scent ladened folds a desperate keened churr escaping him as her flavor intensifies...

His pants oddly tented as his tail curled forward stiff -

very stiff...

So absorbed he paid little heed to the sounds of a dogs eager happy bark...

And just like before, it seemed that her words and gentle attempts to pull him back would go unnoticed. As thrilling as this had been moments before, that little ounce of fear was becoming greater, realizing that that sweet little cuddle muffin she had met earlier tonight had absolutely no control over himself. He could easily hurt her... or worse. This was a far different situation than anything she had experienced before. The excitement was quickly fading, fearing that he would tear her apart...


"Mikey, I think we should stop..." She made another futile attempt to get through to him, but once again, it seemed her voice was lost, drown out by the churrs and growl and now, the barking of a dog somewhere in the distance...


The nips breaking skin and drawing blood, the sting of hot tears as she tried to convince herself that maybe.. just maybe she deserved this. Even though, for the first time in her life, she had wanted to do this the right way. To know him before anything happened, but that option was no longer hers. She shivered at the feel of his tongue as it slid over her heat and now.. .her wrists were free! She attempted to twist onto her hands and knees in a desperate try at escape, but the action was made difficult by the fact that he had draped her legs over his shoulders...

As Don and Splinter headed to Angel's place, they had to go by the same park that Mike and Ally were currently in.  As they got closer, Don could hear some growling and grunting coming from that way.  At first he thought it might have been a dog in hot pursuit of a squirrel, but then the noises started becoming more familiar.

He just wasn't sure why at the moment.

Suddenly he heard his little brother's name and that piqued Don's curiosity.  He also couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong.  Oh, Don knew from the noises what his brother was doing and was tempted to just turn a blind eye, but then he heard a woman whimpering in pain.

Giving Splinter a quick glance, he motioned for the park.  He had to at least check to make sure everything was okay.  Don took off running that direction as the noises became even more scary.

As he got closer, he could see the two lovers by the pond but something was very wrong.  The girl was a bloody mess and Mikey -- at least he THOUGHT it was his brother -- was buried between her legs.  'Did Mikey do this?' Don wondered as he moved faster towards them.  Now it was definitely apparent that he had to do something before Mike killed this girl!

"Mikey!  Get away from her!"  He called out to Mike, slipping the bag over his head, prepared to take drastic measures if his brother didn't listen and cease!

They had left the lair, leaving a note tacked to the fridge explaining where they were headed and will end up encase Leonardo, Michelangelo or... Raphael came home to the empty Lair. And Splinter nods, agreeing whole heartedly with Donatello, yes it would be great to see Angel one more. No doubt she had plenty of stories to tell them all.

The walk through the park was going to be more eventful than both anticipated though.

For Splinter it was the sounds that he noted first, and sharing the glance with Donatello he follows him over, astounded.

And worried, for the youth Ally and his youngest son, stepping aside as Donatello tried to draw his brothers attention, he himself would help Ally, and with that though he slips off his robe to give her once free of Michelangelo.

And those long lapping licks... had just turned to a snarl of a warning bite his hands tightening on her thighs bruising where the strong digits dug into skin when there was noise that should not have been there!

And those pale white covered eyes lifted, bloodied snout in a 'snarl'

Another male!

Two!

And somewhere under the beasts fury that other males dared intrude upon him mating this ovulating female! the usual Mikey all but yelled in joy - Donnie!

But he was a tiny voice in the beast turtles outrage at this!

And the answering roar to Don was not at all anything but an animal reply, hands letting go of the legs over his shoulders, half rising to a crouch hands gripping her ankles though, posturing, waiting for the others to back off so he can return to mating her - and if they did not he would have to fight!

As much as Don wanted to back off, he couldn't. Not when Mike was unknowingly hurting an innocent girl. The way Mike was looking at him was an expression he had never seen on his little brother's face before. And it really scared him.

Instead of knocking the bag into his brother's head, however, Don decided to put it down without taking his eyes off Mikey. Instead, he tried reasoning with him but keeping his voice calm and level. He put a hand out in front of him to appear not so threatening.

"Easy, Mikey. You don't want to do this, alright? We're family, remember?"

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Another bellow, furious the other males were not turning tail and fleeing at his impressiveness! He gives the ankle in his hold a bite -

MINE!

And let's her go entirely - nothing about him said Mikey right now, and Donnie's words had little effect as Ally's, it was their scents. Hers, coating him, thick with ovulation and need and blood... And Donnie's musky and telling the beast the competition was still here!

He did not go for his weapons, simply charged his brother with a snarl!

"Whoa!"

Okay, this definitely wasn't his innocent little brother. This was a beast who had taken over Michelangelo's body and possibly mind as well! There wasn't any way to reason with him now. As much as Don hated using brute force to put a stop to this, it looked like he had no choice. Pulling out his bo, he stood his ground and aimed a blow to his brother's shoulder.

And just as the times before, her voice wasn't registering to the beast e had become. Her request was unheard, and her attempt to escape was rewarded by another painful bite. This was it, there was no stopping him, and from past experiences with rapists, he knew fighting only caused more damage. But could she seriously just take it? Ally was head strong in ways that most could not compare to, but physically she was no match for him. He was much bigger, and a ninja and now... a savage beast with only one thing on his mind: 'Mating' her.


Tears finally streamed down her face, knowing that she had somehow gotten into a situation that she probably wouldn't walk away from. Fighting was futile, she fully knew that, but she couldn't just lay back and be ripped a part! She struggled, but still refrained from screaming out, not wanting to draw any park-goers to their location. Though her life was in danger, somewhere deep down, she knew this wasn't Mikey. He couldn't help it, and she cared if he was discovered.



"Please stop!!" She tried again, attempting to reach for his face, to caress and hopefully break through this intoxicating haze that turned him into an uncaring and needful monster. Just then two figures broke through the darkness and she quickly recognized them; Mike's brother, and his father. A sense of relief quickly washed over her, but slowly began to transform into panic when she realized that even their appearance wasn't enough to bring him back. He released her thighs only to take hold of her ankles, sinking his teeth into her flesh once more. She cried out, but once again tried to lower her panic-shaken tone.


...and finally, it seemed that Donatello was able to distract his brother, causing Mikey to finally release her. She scooted away as quickly as her bruised and body would allow, mind running a million miles a minute. Fully exposed and vulnerable, she tried to struggle to her feet, wanting to run, but her legs still felt like rubber. Scooting even further back and in a fit of tears, she bumped against Splinter. She shifted to look up just as he offered her his robe, which she quickly took and pulled over her naked form. The need to run was still strong, but there was something more powerful. The need for comfort.. to know everything would be okay.

Finally making it to her feet, Ally threw her arms around the aged Rat's neck, hugging with trembling arms, sobbing into his furry shoulder.....

"hush child, it is okay..." Splinter soooothed he hoped the young Ally as she clung to him wrapping arms around her and gently patting, rubbing circles over her back  .[color#=663300] "Michelangelo is not himself, it'll be okay." [/color]He murmurs drawing her and himself amongst the thick smelly rosemary bushes to help cover their scents.

In an effort to stop their smells further aggravating Michelangelo and give Donatello a chance to bring his brother back to reasoning and thought.

She was going to have to be treated. Mmm at Angels seeing as they were heading that way and he takes out his Tphone to alert the girl to the extra coming her way still murmuring soothingly to Ally as he does, tongue stuck out the side of his mouth, and typing with one finger at a time concentrating and listening to Donatello and Michelangelo on the off chance he needed to intervene, though he doubted it, Donatello would be fine.

The blow landed but with the bo also glancing off the edge of his carapace it lessened the force behind it and did little but confuse him somewhat... not enough to bring the Mikey back out from the beasts grip. The beast whom roared again and meet his brother in his charge, plastron to plastron looking to shove him over with brute force alone.

teeth snapped at his brothers shoulders and neck and face looking for purchase to give him a good 'shake' and scare off this male from his female! send him packing! Hands looked for a grip to grapple strength to strength.

Ally tried to quiet her sobs, burying her face deeper against him and her arms tightening as he returned the embrace and began to rub her back. Adrenaline masked most of the pain.. for now. Being in Splinter's arms made her feel safe, so the concern over her own well-being had diminished, now worried about Donatello. He was on the receiving end of Mike's 'beast' and even though she could not help it, it was all because of her. Her scent had been a trigger and sent him into a hormonal rage...


She wanted to call out, to tell Mikey to stop, but feared that her voice would only edge him on. No. She had to remain quiet and pray that Donnie could get through to his brother, with minimal injuries to himself...

When Mike charged him a second time, Don prepared for another strike.  He knew the hit wouldn't stop him for long.  And unfortunately, it wasn't as effective as he hoped.  His enraged brother used his force to knock Don against a tree trunk, grunting as Don's shell made contact with the wood.  

Now pinned against a tree with his bo held in front of him horizontally and being the only barrier between himself and Mikey's snapping jaws, Don brought his knee up to push him away.

"Mikey...snap out of it! It's me -- Donatello!"

Splinter smiled and lifted Ally's chin toward him to bring her eyes up to his own. "how sorry I am my child that you had to be on the receiving end of ... this." words gentle easing and his hands and embrace, "please believe me when I say, this... thus is not Michelangelo, he could not do this... he will be devastated he has caused you such pain and fear."

He looks at his grappling sons, "Donatello your brothers weight and inability to rationalise right now can be his down fall."[/color] he calls to Donatello loud over Michelangelo's furious territorial noises, "when he shifts for a better grip twist your staff left and let go or be pulled into the water to!" hopefully a good dunking would bring his youngest son back to himself!

His gaze returns to Ally. "once Michelangelo is not a monster - allow Donatello and I.. And he if he comes with us... To escort you to a friend of ours and get those bites seen to, a warm soothing drink to fight shock and somewhere safe to have a little pain relief and sleep." his best, deepest, gentle fatherly tone.

A pause...

The staff in his mouth, board strong teeth digging in... But Don custom built his Bo staff he was not going to break it! No matter how hard he clenched his jaw!

The voice, the words, the name like With Ally there was the tiniest hesitation, a brief moment in which he knew he had to fight the animal currently in control - but again lost!

He gives the staff a shake,

Snarling hearing the other males voice but making no sense of the words...

Don was running out of options...and strength. Mikey was definitely stronger than he looked when he was in his current mindset. The biting and snarling continued, but Don held firmly onto his staff, making sure to keep it between Mikey and himself. Don barely heard his father but tried the maneuver as a last-ditch effort before his strength was completely gone and threw his little brother into the pond with an enormous splash!

Splash!!!!!!!

Mike's angered growl was cut of -

There was a sudden biting chilling wetness all around him! snapping the beast back into the darkest instinctual corners of his mind and silencing it -

And leaving a dazed, confused Mikey whom now could fully appreciate the sting of the raised bruising where his brothers bo staff had found flesh. Taste in his mouth the blood.

He spat out mouthfuls of the murky pond water - teeth chattering as the cold replaced the angered heat that had been there before, the intoxicating need to mate.

Unfortunately he was still at half mast as it where so only able to suck enough back into his tail to make the erection less obvious but noticeable in the soak track pants he was wearing.

"D d ddd o oon?" He asks not quiet understanding for some time why he was wet, how Don had some bruises and looked a bit puffed, and why he could now make out Splinter in the bushes and snuggling Ally wrapped in his robe. He tread water to the less deep part then stood and made his way out of the water crawling to the bank on hands and knees and giving himself a good shake... but his cloths were soaked.

"Waaat?" He wondered... looking at his brother - and at his father and his date again. Having not quiet figured out yet what he had done. And what he had almost done.

Don saw the confused look on his brother's face and immediately regretted throwing him into the cold water.  But then he had to remind himself that it definitely needed to be done to snap Mikey out of his  deranged state.  Don let out a sigh and pulled his brother to his feet.

"Mikey?  Are you alright?"

His voice was a bit unsure, but he wanted to be certain Mikey was truly back to himself before leading him over to Ally and Splinter.  And Don had a job to take care of soon, anyway.  It would be much better if they could get out of this park before doing any extensive patching up, though.

Even though Ally had only met Michelangelo that night, she knew his father's words were true. He would never intentionally hurt her. He had been such a perfect gentleman up until.. well... she wasn't sure what had happened, having no idea that her scent had set him off.


Trembling, bruised and bleeding form still pressed against Splinter, her arms still wrapped around him, seeking comfort. She gave a nod, agreeing to go with them and receive medical attention. It would definitely be needed, and some of the bites may even require stitches.


And then it dawned on her. She was supposed to meet up with her brother later that night. Oh, how would she explain this to him?! Then her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a splash and she looked up just in time to see Mikey go into the pond....


The tactic seemed to work, and now he stood there, dazed and confused. Oh, how she wanted to go to him, but feared her closeness would set him off again.....

Smiling and reaching a hand to bring the young woman attention to him, encase she tried to approach, it was best fight now that Donatello remained between them and the wet cold Mikey until they could all be assured he was no longer at he mercy of the more instinctive driven urge to mate Ally.

His clawed fingers bring her chin up to meet her eyes "thank you. I promise our friend is as honourable as us and maybe a bit brazen and blunt but a good soul and kind, she wont hurt you." he speaks still warm, soft and soothingly, hoping soon the situation with Michelangelo would be resolved as she needed care and a place to recover and hopefully Angel would have spare cloths for her to replace the to shredder ones with. "Michelangelo will make this up to you somehow." thought he would not blame the girl if she never wanted to see him again.

How scary it must have been, and how fortunate he and Donatello happened along. Someone strong enough to take on his crazy with hormones younger brother.

Mikey took Donatello's offered hand, looking from him, to the water and around, seeing Master Splinter and Ally in the bushes.

And it was like as he tried to think of what was going on... That he was trying to think of a time before his fifth year of living... Everything was a bit blurry and vague images... And a memory of need and wanting and instincts that roared for an answer. But most was a blurr... Though with a shock he hoped he imagined vague notions that he had just tried to mate Ally, and ignored her plea for him to stop!

He glances at Don again, "yeah yeah I... Am okay... Are you?" he asks his brother... Hoping that there was any other explanation for the state he was in, and the state he could see Ally was in. Had Foot attacked and he gone down? Oh please let that be it. Taking a step towards Splinter and Ally. A shiver ran through him as a breeze chilled the cold droplets of water all over his body. "Ally? Dad?..."

(( Master Splinter, Ally & Angel will continue here; ... https://tmntorigins.rpg-board.net/t283-just-like-ol-times-tags-the-ally-don-and-splinter. ))