Disclaimer: I own nothing. 4Kids owns 2k3 tmnt.
Also this is my first m-rated fanfiction. I hope I do well and that my family does not find out about this guilty pleassure of mine.
After working so hard all day, Donatello is now sleeping peacefully in his bed. He's been getting tired sooner than usual lately. That's probably because his brothers just rescued him a week ago. He hasn't slept well since he was taken, and still wasn't sleeping to well. But right now was pure blissful sleep. Don's snuggled his head into his pillow. So soft and comfortable.
"Donatello." An all to familiar deviant voice whispered.
Don stirred at the whisper that tickled his ear. His eyes slowly opened and he stayed like that, starring at the wall, waiting for his mind to awaken also.
"Donatello." The voice whispered again, only slightly louder.
Don moved so that he was now starring at the ceiling. His mind was still foggy, but it did register the voice that time. But he was still not awake enough to respond. It's probably just Leo again. Trying to wake him up for training. He knows this cause Raph and Mikey would be really loud and literally drag him out of bed.
"Donatello!" The voice then exclaimed.
The genius mutant jumped with a scream as a face appeared right in his own. There, right in front of his face, was the face of his clone.
"Y-You! What are you-?" Don exclaimed, but got cut off by Dark Don's hand on his mouth.
Donatello then realised that his blanket and pillow disappeared and his clone was straddling his lower plastron. The rubbing of his clone's plastron against that certain spot on his own plastron made him whimper. Donatello struggled against him but he realised that his wrists were locked on the bed, at the sides of his head, and so were his ankles. His legs were generously spread. Don let out another fearful whimper as he figured out that there was nothing he could do.
Dark Don's hand roamed over Don's body. He looked at Don with hunger and an evil smug smirk. He so enjoyed teasing him. His whimpers and other noises were music to his ears. Dark Don then cupped Don's face soothingly with his hand. Then he closed his eyes and smiled contently.
"Oh how I've missed you so much." He said.
Don whimpered again, but not at his clones words. His clone had his other hand at Don's tail, stroking it away from the hole it tried so hard to protect. Dark Don then took a clawed finger and traced the hole, just barely touching it. Don knew that what his clone said wasn't about him, it was about, that. Donnie then started to panic even more. He knew what was going to happen next. Don began struggling even more frantically now. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head as he tried to desperately make it all go away.
"N-No. Please!" Don managed to breath out. But his efforts were for not as the sexual deviant of a clone shifted his position.
Dark Donatello settled himself in between Don's legs. He had one hand holding and stroking Don's tail away from that wonderfully tight hole. The other went to work on teasing Don by rubbing that area of Don's lower plastron that housed the ninja turtle's member. He always did that, adding salt to the injury. That was Dark Don's evil sick way.
Then without any warning or prep, Dark Donatello thrusted his big, purple, throbbing dick into Don's unwilling hole. Donatello screamed bloody murder at the painful intrusion.
Don then sat up in his bed with a terrible scream. He took deep breaths as he looked around his room. He was in his room. With his blanket and pillow. In his home. With his family. He was ok. He was ok. It was just another nightmare. It wasn't real. Donatello flopped back down onto his bed at the realization. His deep breathing was the only sound to be heard.
He has been having nightmares since he was taken by them, their evil clones. They thought that they left their clones back in the future. But apparently they found out how to construct their own time window. Don put a hand to his heart as he tried to calm himself.
Just then his family came into the room. That's how it's been for two whole weeks, since they got Don back. His horrible screams would wake up everyone. Mikey, Raph, Leo, and Master Splinter would wake up from their sleep and immediately go comfort their resident genius. Master Splinter would hold him like he did when tot Donnie had a nightmare. Don wouldn't be able to go back to sleep after that, but his family wouldn't leave him until they had to start their day. Raph would always walk with him to the kitchen where Mikey waited for them with breakfast.
Leo then came into the kitchen for breakfast also. His eyes immediately went to Donatello and he frowned. He walked over to Donnie and gently put a hand on his shell.
"Don. You look terrible." The leader said bluntly.
Well, there was no reason to sugar coat it or beat around the bush. And Leo was right, everyone knew it. Everyone could see that Donnie looked like the living dead. He even moved like one in the mornings. He skin was paler than usual, he had major dark circles under his eyes, and bags under his eyes. He looked like his life force was being drained out of him.
"Thanks Leo. You're lucky I'm not a girl." Don said as he stared at his coffee, not very amused.
"Fer once Fearless is right. Ya look like shit Don." Raph then said, taking his own seat and digging into his breakfast.
"Yeah, zombie shit." Mikey added with a laugh. He placed two plates, one for Leo and one for Master Splinter on the table. Then he took his own breakfast and sat down as well. Leo gave his two other brothers a look.
"Don't give them that look Leo. You're all right. I feel so tired and my stomach feel queasy. I'm probably going to take a nap before training." Donnie said. He scrunched his nose at the smell of his coffee and pushed it away. Soon everyone was at the table eating breakfast.
The moment Don was done eating, he went to the couch and fell asleep right when he layed down. Leo shook his head as he stood and watched his sleeping brother. Even when he has sleeping he looked so tired and drained.
"That's it. I don't care how stubborn Don gets about his own health. Something is going to be done and he is not going to back out of it." Leo said, determined to end his brother's misery. He took out his shell cell and called their close friend Leatherhead.
"Leonardo? What is wrong my friend?" The gator answered.
"What makes you assume something is wrong?" Leo asked. He could just imagine the look Leatherhead had after he said that.
"My friend, you don't call just to say hi. That's Michelangelo and it's because he is bored. Donatello calls to tell about his newest project. And Raphael calls because he pushed the wrong button. You call when something is wrong." Leatherhead explained. Leo felt both embarrassed and ashamed by what Leatherhead said. They all really should start hanging out as friends for once.
"I apologize LH. We didn't mean to act that way. I promise to make it up to you. But right now Donnie really needs you, even though he's too stubborn to admit it. His health has been getting worse everyday." Leo said. He looked at his sleeping brother's form in concern.
"I understand my friend. I will be there as soon as I can." Leatherhead said. Leo could hear the sound of rummaging over the phone. Leatherhead must be already gather whatever he needs.
"Thank you so much Leatherhead. We are very lucky to have you as our friend." Leo then said.
"The feeling is mutual my friend." Leatherhead said. Then they said goodbye and hung up.
Leo took another look at the sleeping Donatello and sighed. The genius is not going to be happy when he finds out. But Don needs this whether he knew it or not. Leo decided to do a few katas for the time being.
Later Leatherhead showed up at the lair. Leo had already explained to his family, excluding the still asleep Donatello, about his decision. So Master Splinter decided to wake up the patient for his check up.
"Hmm. Wha-?" Don said as he woke up. He first saw Master Splinter, then noticed his brothers and dear friend.
"Leatherhead? What are you doing here?" The sleepy turtle asked. He rubbed his eyes, sat up, and yawned.
"What's going on guys?" Don asked as he noticed something was off with his family and friend.
"My friend, I have been told that your health hasn't been the best lately. I am here to try and diagnose what is wrong." Leatherhead said.
"What? Why? I'm perfectly fine. All it is, is some fatigue and nausea. You don't have to. Really." Donnie begged. Everyone gave him that certain "that is bull and you know it" look.
"Don just humor us please. You've been so tired lately, been taking naps, been getting tired and out of breath during training way earlier than usual, you hate the smell of your coffee and other things, and you feel nauseous. That isn't normal for you. Not including the more frequent headaches, back aches, stomach aches, and bathroom breaks." Leo said. Don sighed, he knew that Leo was right, he just didn't want them to worry about him, since the last time he got sick he turned into a monster.
"Ok. If it would make you all stop worrying so much then fine." Donnie said as he got up. Then him and Leatherhead went to the "hospital wing", named by Mikey of course, of Don's lab.
Leatherhead had his best friend lay on the bed that was specifically used for this kind of thing. He did the usual doctor check up stuff, temperature, listening to the heart, ect. Then he took Don's blood to run tests on. By the time the gator was done, Don had fallen back to sleep. Leatherhead took that time to run the blood tests. What came back shocked him. He knew that his friend was taken by his evil future clone and stayed there for a good week. He really wished that he made that time window faster. But it wasn't like Don's brothers knew in detail the schematics of it. But could Donatello's clone really be so evil that he did that to him!?
Soon the sick turtle woke up again. He apologized to Leatherhead for falling asleep on him, but of course Leatherhead wasn't upset at all towards him. But Leatherhead did seem concerned about something. He looked at Don with the same look he gave him when he was finally home.
"What's wrong Leatherhead? What did the blood tests say?" Don asked, panicking that he was going to mutate again.
"Calm down my friend. It is nothing life threatening, or dangerous. But, well you have estrogen, progesterone, and human chorionic gonadotropin in your bloodstream." Leatherhead admitted to Don. The genius turtle's eyes went wide and his mouth hung open a little.
"But those are all hormones that pregnant humans have! That just can't be possible!" Don exclaimed, refusing to believe it. But he knew that tests like that don't lie. Leatherhead put a comforting hand on his best friend's hand.
"Donatello, I know this is a big shock for you, but please tell what happened when you were captured. Perhaps we can figure out how this happened." Leatherhead said softly, trying not to upset the turtles freaking out in front of him. Don took a minute to calm his breathing. He really didn't want to relive that awful week, but he had to.
"Ok. I'll tell you. But first, will you gather my family, April, and Casey in here too. I haven't told anyone what happened yet." Don told Leatherhead. Leatherhead simply nodded and left to gather everyone. Once everyone was there, Don began the story at when they were fighting their clones.