It had been months. Months, since the turtles had saved New York from having a lava-fountain installed without city consent. Months since Raphael had looked his fear of cockroaches straight in the eye, and kicked it straight in the exoskeleton. Just months in general. A few weeks since that accident with the Pulverizer — the kid had it coming, putting himself under the mutagen like that. But still, it had to have sucked, to have been transformed in such an awful way. Donnie certainly thought so.
Topside was rather quiet, lately. With all the disappearances and sightings of monsters among various other things, the red-banded turtle couldn't blame anyone for not wanting to go out after dark. But he needed air, he needed something after an argument that bad with his brothers. He sat up on a rooftop, looking over the city, the bright lights laid out in the darkness before him. Raphael sighed, breathing in the cool autumn air with the smallest of shivers as he lay back, reflecting on the past couple weeks. Leo and that Karai chick, the Pulverizer… The Shredder was planning to mutate himself an army and Raphael and his brothers were going to stop him. He knew they would. They'd so kick his metal-clad butt.
He almost didn't hear the clicking sounds behind him.
"What the—?!" he nearly shouted, leaping to his feet and spinning around to face whatever made the noise, both sai in his hands. What Raphael was faced with, however, was certainly the one thing he'd never expect. "You again!"
Donatello's spy-roach, mutated while doing recon and, last Raph had checked, splattered all over the ground at the Kraang base, nothing more than guts and goop. Then again, they'd faced opponents who had come back from similar without a scratch, but it still was a bit of a surprise nonetheless. "Alright, look," he said, weapons at the ready. Spy-roach didn't look ready to attack, but Raphael still didn't trust the look in its eyes. Or its posture. Or even the chirrup sounds it was making. "I dunno how you survived, or how you found me, but I do know one thing — you picked the wrong time to scrape your sorry hide off the pavement!"
The roach, which had seemed to grow back its chitinous plating since their last encounter (apparently its bionic parts had grown back as well, making it no less terrifying, but at least Raphael knew what it had up its sleeves now) simply approached him, prompting Raphael to go right at it with his sai.
Apparently he didn't know everything that the spy-roach had up its sleeve. If anything, it had either learned more, or had gone easy on them the last time. In a flash the man-sized cockroach had the turtle disarmed, leaving him dazed and — though he wouldn't, or maybe just couldn't admit — confused. The next thing he knew he was on his plastron, his face driven into the roof and the spy-roach pinning him there, his arms behind his shell. In his dazed and possibly concussed state, Raph didn't notice the cockroach backing into him.
He certainly did when he felt something shoved inside him, accompanied by the searing pain typical of having an object forced up the ass along with the feeling of something hooking itself on the inside. With a loud shout of "Holy SHELL!" loud enough to wake the tenants of the apartment building below them, only then did he realize there was a massive cockroach dick in his backside.
Or was it a dick? It wasn't like Raphael had ever had anything up there before, never mind anyone's extremities. From the feel of it he could tell for sure that it must have been terrifying to look at, but right now he was a bit more concerned that Donatello's spy-roach was trying to mate with him. Donatello. There would be words with Donnie when Raph finally got back home. Words, maybe a fist or two… The thing was moving now.
Ignore it, Raph, ignore it… Try to find a way out, he thought to himself. Don't panic. But it was a bit hard to ignore the cockroach's dick in his ass. And harder not to freak out. He wouldn't be surprised if at that very moment his brain was working to suppress these very memories — who would want to look back on their week and remember a giant freaking cockroach trying to mate with them? He could feel something else, just then, something wet and kind of warm that made the whole ordeal a bit less painful, but not any less terrible. The spy-roach's movements became quicker, he noticed, and Raphael squirmed beneath the bug, internally cursing whatever had driven Donnie to use a cockroach of all things to spy on the Kraang in the first place. Even a smaller, quieter Metalhead would have been better; maybe right about now he wouldn't have been in this situation.
It was actually starting to feel good, kind of, if he took his mind off the hook. A quiet, uncharacteristically soft and high-pitched churr escaped the turtle's mouth, and he was quick to snap his jaw shut. No churring. The spy-roach could get ideas, and then—
"Oh, s-sewer bunnies!" He could feel himself getting hard, and all the friction from his squirms did nothing to help it. His own cock slipped out from under his plastron with a schhhhlick, something he'd occasionally see, but never once under these circumstances. Raphael gasped, biting his lip as it throbbed, not quite distracting him from his situation but definitely keeping him there. He could come up with an explanation as to why he was gone so long. But one for a raging boner? Not so much.
The spy-roach took an even faster pace before releasing something inside him, something that made Raphael cry out in shock because it definitely wasn't what it should have been. He thrashed about, finally freeing his arms and clawing at the rooftop, trying to pull himself off the thing but only succeeding in causing himself some serious pain when the hook on the side of the roach's length dragged on his insides, ensuring he stayed as it finished its business.
Something bumped around inside of him, lodging itself uncomfortably deep before the spy-roach finally pulled out, leaving Raphael to himself as it made its escape.
"Ugh…" Raphael propped himself up on wobbly arms, tucking his dick back where it belonged, with a bit of difficulty considering its current state. It was hell to get back to his feet, so he settled on sitting for now, pondering just what the spy-roach could have put inside him—
He realized it then.
And boy, did he scream.
