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Uhhhhh I got this idea during Tickletober but never had the energy to write it. I still like the concept so here you go!

Lee: Donnie

Ler: Magic

TW!: CUSSING!

Spoilers for the episode "Donnie vs. Witch Town", as well as Season 2! Fair warning, this one is kind of long, and Donnie gets brutally attacked (by tickles)

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Well, this probably wasn't the most ideal situation for Donatello.

He and Mikey had just reached the entrance to Witch Town, a village located in the Mystic City, where- you guessed it- witches live. The youngest had insisted on dragging him along to find a special witch, shushing him as the scientist explained that he was not.. particularly welcome there.

"Oh come on, Donald. We'll be in and out so fast, they'll barely even notice! Plus, this place looks awesome!"

Donnie groaned, allowing himself to be dragged a couple more steps to the gate. "I still don't like this idea! They tried to attack me and April last time we were here, you know.."

"Oh, don't be such a worrywart. I'll protect you!"

You see, Mikey had been talking with Baron Draxum recently, trying to learn about mystic things, and all that came with it, when he had learned of a witch that could teach him more about magic. The box-turtle had described to his brothers as to how it could possibly connect with their ninpo, and forced Donnie to come along, very much against his will.

Said turtle sighed, opening the gate for the younger and timidly walking in. Mikey looked around, eyes wide with awe as they were immediately met with young witches doing various tricks, laughing and playing, while others practiced spells. He pulled the elder along, a bright smile on his face as he went to approach one of the brightly-dressed people.

The witch he had come up to had long, glossy blonde hair, and pink skin. She was dressed in a purple dress, as well as a matching hat. Initially, she turned to greet him with a smile, but froze at the sight of the two turtles.

"Hello! I'm Mikey, and I'm looking for a certain witch around here! One that can-"

"You! You're the one who ruined our ceremony!" She pointed an accusatory finger at Donnie, who stood rigidly at his brother's side. "You were banished from here, yet you return?!"

The softshell barely had any time to respond before the woman stepped back, pointing a wand at him and muttering a spell. Immediately after, she darted away- probably to warn the town of the intruder.

Donnie screeched as a zap was sent right at him, jumping away. A bright yellow light collided with the center of his plastron, and Mikey gasped.

A silence followed, seeming to completely engulf the two brothers as the elder tried to figure out what was done to him. Then, he jolted backwards, clutching at his stomach as a grimace overcame his features.

"Oh mi gosh- Don! Are you okay?"

He didn't answer, letting out a quiet whine as a strange sensation started at his plastron. It started as a tingle, and Donnie was nervous something was happening to his insides, but soon enough, it occurred to him what the feeling was.

"Donnie! What is going on?!"

Ohhh no. Not good. Really, really not good.

"..M-Mikey.." the scientist started, clenching his teeth, willing his voice to stay steady. Which.. wasn't working. The orange-clad teenager went to grab the other, but Donnie hissed and pulled away from his touch.

The sensation was getting worse, like a careful buzzing across his stomach, shooting right through his plastron, and alerting all of his nerves of its presence. It was impossible to ignore, and only grew worse the longer he stood there.

The softshell wasn't standing for long, though, dropping to his knees as the feeling increased. His arms wrapped around his torso, as if that would possibly subside the spell that had been cast on him.

Now, Donatello was a man of science. Having been to Witch Town before, he was now.. somewhat familiar with all of the.. unexplainable things that went on. Did he believe that magic was responsible for making chairs float, and fireworks appear out of nowhere? Not exactly. But in all honesty, he wasn't sure what in the world could be doing this to him.

Needless to say, it tickled. A lot. But there was no way he'd give those stupid witches the satisfaction of breaking him, even if it was just to get him to leave.

An uncontrolled huff interrupted his breathing, and Donnie didn't bother to look up at his brother's face, now laced with fear for his safety. The tickle swelled in his belly, and the scientist had to bite back a snicker, clenching his jaw.

Mikey knelt down just as the feeling spread to his sides, making him arch away and grasp at the ground. The younger watched as the purple-masked turtle clawed at the dirt, squirming in place from whatever the witch had done to him. "Donnie, please! Tell me what's going on!"

Great Galileo, it was awful! Now his sides tingled too, and the urge to curl up into a ball was overwhelming. It kept getting stronger- buzzing at his abdomen, and slowly breaking down his defenses. Soon enough, he cracked into a smile, eyes squeezed shut.

The youngest thought it could be a sign of pain, trying to figure out what he could do to help what looked like more of a grimace. His brother was knelt on the ground, elbows pressed to his sides, making weird noises. Okay, maybe a different position would help?

"Donnie, listen to me. I'm gonna lay you down, okay?"

Donnie yelped at seemingly nothing, clenching his jaw harder. He protested as Mikey took him by his underarms, kicking frantically and squealing. "Eeee! W-Wait! Miiikey, stohop it! Stop it!"

The orange-themed turtle froze, puzzled as to the strange reaction. "I'm sorry! I don't know what's happening!" he cried out, readjusting his hold, only for Donnie to pull himself out of his grip, landing flat on his butt.

The tickling reached higher, tingling at his ribs, making the turtle finally break, face flushed as giggles finally spilled from his mouth. "Ohoh my- Shihit! Noohoo, stohop! Haah!-"

At first, thinking his brother was crying, the youngest's face scrunched in fear. He leaned forward to look at his brother, only to see him smiling and stomping his feet, babbling on about whatever was making him act like this.

Wait.. What?

"Dee, you aren't being hurt, right?" Mikey inquired, earning a laugh-filled shake of the head from the other. He felt some of the tension escape from his body, trying to figure out what to do now that he knew Donnie wasn't in pain.

"Okay, uhm- what are.. What're you feeling?"

Donnie hiccuped, seemingly trying to formulate a response. The start of a sentence was drowned in laughter, and the purple-themed turtle squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds before trying again. "Ihihit ticklehes! Gohod- hic! hehehelp mehee!"

An eye-ridge quirked, and the artist crossed his arms. "The spell.. is tickling you? How does that work?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"Ihi dohohon't know! Juhust dohoho somethihiiing!" Donnie wailed, foot slapping at the ground again. His face was growing pinker and pinker, while Mikey just sat there, asking if he knew how the magic worked! He knew his brother was just curious, but he's pretty sure there are more important matters at hand here!

"Fuhuhuck.. hic! hic! ShihIHITSHITSHIIIT! NOHO!-"

The sensation spread past his ribs and sides, curving over his body and right through his battle-shell. Oh no.. He could not let that happen.

"NOHOT- hic! THE SHEHEHELL! DAHAMN IHIAHAT- MIHIHICHAEL- hic! HELP MEHEE!"

Tears quickly welled up in the elder's eyes, and his back arched violently as the crawling tickle slowly crept over his shell. "Crap, your softshell.. What can I do?"

Donnie lurched forwards, attempting to reach behind him to block out the sensations. "MYHY BAHAHATTLE SHELL! HAHAH! TAKE IT OHOFF! hic!"

"Are.. you sure? You're gonna be exposed-"

A screechy cackle interrupted him, and Mikey sighed, reaching to find the latch that would trigger the artificial shell's release. Donnie squeaked as his fingers brushed near his sides, and the artist apologized. "I know, I know. I'm just trying to find the release thingie.."

"EHAAHAH! IHIHIT'S- hic! AHAT THE BOTTOHOM OF THEHE SHOULDEHER GUARDS!" The purple-themed turtle squealed, flailing desperately. "IHIT'S GEHETTING WOHOORSE! HAHAHH!"

"Okay, I think I got it. Just hang in there, Dee.."

There was a quiet hiss as the battle-shell came off, and Mikey carefully set it to the side before going back to tend to his brother. Said teen was now clutching at his lower back, with tears beginning to fall from his eyes. The younger looked at his red face worriedly. "Okay, what do I do now?"

Donnie closed his eyes, shaking his head from side to side. He was too lost in the tickly feeling to think of a response, and the feeling was practically all over him at this point. From his neck, to his hips, even along the sides of his feet! He gasped, trying to suck in as much air as possible into his lungs.

"Uhm- right.. It's all good! I've got this!" The box turtle hummed, wracking his brain for what to do. Donnie couldn't stand being tickled forever, and that crazy spell was going for his worst spots!

The artist thought for a couple seconds, while Donnie just writhed and cackled, slapping at his leg and doing anything he could to alleviate the tickling. "Ugh, Don, you can't hit yourself-" he grabbed his older brother's flailing hand, moving it towards the ground instead. Donnie didn't seem to process the action, bucking and squirming.

"What to do.." The box turtle muttered, looking around to see if there was anything that could help, which.. there definitely wasn't. All of the people seemed to have vanished, and the area was deathly silent. Well, apart from his brother's screaming.

"They want you to leave, right?" Mikey asked, waiting as Donnie took a few seconds to answer, managing a small nod through his writhing. "Okay, uhm- how about I get you out of here?"

At the lack of response, the orange-themed teen huffed, getting to his feet as he attempted to execute his plan. He squatted, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, choosing to ignore the frantic jolting as soon as he touched him.

Soon enough, the elder had been hoisted over Mikey's shoulder, an arm over his back to hold him in place as the younger began walking. He carried Don's battle-shell in the other arm, thankful for having mutant strength. He'd have to remember to thank Draxum later..

"HAHAH- hic! hic! MIHIHIKEHEEHEE-HAH! HAHAHAH!" Donnie hit at his brother's shoulders, coming very close to being dropped when he flinched harshly, having to be readjusted multiple times to avoid plummeting to the ground.

"I know, just a little more. We'll figure it out.." Mikey assured him, getting as quickly as he could to the gateway while lifting a turtle.

A few steps seemed to take years, but the closer he got to getting out, Mikey noticed his brother's laughter quieting slowly but surely. Eventually, Donnie had been reduced to tired giggles, and was weakly holding onto the younger's shell as he was carried the rest of the way out. "Okay, you're okay now.."

As soon as he was lowered to the dirt, the scientist brought his knees to his chest, hiding his head in his arms. He panted, mumbling a "Thanks, Angie" through his heavy breathing.

"No problem, bro." the smaller responded, shaking his head in disbelief at the situation. "Are you okay?"

Donnie nodded, getting a hum from the other. "Rehemind me to never.. let you talk me into cohoming here ever again.."

Mikey giggled at the groan his sibling let out, giving him a reassuring pat to the shoulder. "Sohorry.. You don't have to see Witch Town again for as long as you live."

The softshell lifted his head, blearly eyes meeting his brother's.

"I can live with that.. Trust me.."