Rick and Morty Forever and One Hundred Years – Chapter 10: What the heck!

AN: If this feels like a filler chapter to you, it's probably because it is. No really, I'm just using this to tie up some lose ends and to show a little bit of development in Rick's and Morty's relationship. So please lower your expectations and keep down your excitement. And yes, I do feel embarrassed that it took me this long to get it out (blame stupid writer's block). Warnings: Rick/Morty and some smutty (public) smut

Rick and Morty Forever and One Hundred Years – Chapter 10: What the heck! Morty ran as fast as his short legs could carry him, close on Rick's heels. They had just picked up something from the hardware store that Rick needed for the gadget that he was currently working on and on their way back to the garage they had been surprised by a sudden downpour. The brunet ducked quickly into the garage behind his friend, but the damage was already done. Both teens were drenched, small puddles forming underneath their feet from the water that was dripping off their clothes. "Gee, what's up with the weather? It was still sunny when we left. Pretty weird, right Ri—?" The words died in Morty's throat as he saw how the other teen pulled his t-shirt over his head. Letting the wet clothing drop gracelessly on the floor, the pants followed next. Heat rushed into the brunet's cheeks and even though he didn't mean to stare, he checked out his boyfriend's naked form as he stripped down to his boxer shorts. While his stature was short, Rick's frame was lean and had some muscle on it. Morty wasn't quite sure where those muscles came from since he had never seen the other work out. However, he then remembered that Rick was sometimes handling some really heavy equipment so maybe that had something to do with it. The memory of when he assisted his boyfriend with some components of the car resurfaced. Rick had been busy putting some reworked parts back into the engine compartment and Morty had thought that he could help with that. Confidently he had grabbed the car battery, but when lifting it up it weighed more than the expected 50 lbs. Whatever Rick had done to it, it was super heavy now and threatened to slip between his fingers and crash on the ground. Luckily, the other teen came to his rescue and took it off his hands before that could happen (and he knew that he would have never heard the end of it if he would have let it drop). The ease with which Rick had handled that metallic block had astounded Morty. Now that he thought about it, if the genius teen always lugged around stuff that heavy, he probably didn't need a workout program at all… "Hey, Morty! You should take your clothes off, too, or you're gonna catch a cold." The blue-haired boy ripped him out of his thoughts. His blush increased as he noticed the other's wolfish grin. Of course, Rick had caught him staring. Coming a few steps closer, his boyfriend added in a teasing tone, "Do you need my help with that?" "N-n-no. I-I'm f-fi-fine." Face changing to an even darker shade of red, Morty inched the slightest bit backwards. To his relief, Rick dropped the teasing and, albeit reluctantly, he slowly peeled the wet clothes from his own body. However, he couldn't help but feel shy about the entire situation. Sure, it wasn't like Rick hadn't seen him half-naked already, but that was before they had started dating. Also, this whole scenario was reminding him too much of a romance fanfiction that he had once read. In it, the two main characters had been surprised by a rainstorm in the middle of a forest and took shelter in an abandoned hut and they also took off their clothes and things had gotten really steamy then… And even though Rick had told him that he would take things slow, he sometimes did get a bit more handsy. They've been together for a few weeks now so he wouldn't really be surprised if the other considered that he had been waiting long enough. That thought only made Morty feel more exposed than he was. Shyly he wrapped his arms around himself, trying to cover as much of his body as he could. Of course, his antics didn't go unnoticed. "Oh come on, Morty. No need to act that way. We're all alone in here and no can see us." Those words didn't built up his confidence one bit and when Rick came closer towards him again, he felt like he wanted to hide somewhere. "And you don't have to be ashamed of your body." His boyfriend added and closed the last small distance between them. Then lips were on his and Morty wanted to melt into the kiss as he always did, but couldn't. His nerves didn't allow it. As Rick's hands wandered over his back, he only stiffened more the massaging motions failing to relax his tense muscles. Yet the other teen didn't give up and continued his stroking motions while his tongue slipped into the brunet's mouth. His body was quickly heating up even without the help of Rick's body warmth and his thoughts were tumbling, trying in vain to keep up with everything that was happening. It wasn't like he didn't want this, but he wasn't sure if he wanted it right now and right here… Rick's perfume and his natural scent were surrounding him, reminding Morty of their closeness again. Hyperaware, he noticed how the hands went lower and his eyes snapped open as they touched the waistband of his short. No, he couldn't! Quickly, he pushed the other away, bringing a small distance between them. "R-Rick, wait! I-I can't…I'm n-not ready yet…" "Huh? What do you mean?" Rick blinked at him for a moment. Then understanding dawned on his face. "Wait! You think that I want to—?! Jeez, Morty! We're not gonna do it in the garage. At least not the first time." He instantly moved away from the brunet and sat down in his swivel chair. "I don't know what rumors you've heard about me, but I have class, okay?" While Rick did sound a bit offended, he didn't look angry. Morty felt relief wash over him and his stiff body finally relaxed. "S-sorry. I just…I thought…I guess, m-my imagination ran away with me. Haha." He laughed nervously and rubbed his left arm, feeling once more embarrassed, but this time because he had been jumping to conclusions. "And then you're gonna claim that I have a one-track mind…" "I-I never said that!" "I know, I know. I was just making a joke. Chill, Morty." Rick began to unpack his purchase at the workbench and the brunet joined him, looking curiously over his shoulder. While, slowly drying off, both teens preoccupied themselves with tinkering again. However, Rick's still wet and occasionally dripping hair began to bother the genius. With an annoyed sigh, he tugged a stray strand back behind his ear. "Ugh! My hair's such a mess…" The complaint directed Morty's attention to the blue locks. Indeed, the spikes had been flattened from the wetness. "Actually, I think it doesn't look bad like this…" Daringly, he ran his hand through his boyfriend's hair, knowing very well that Rick was really picky about it and didn't just let anyone touch it. It was thick and despite the wetness still felt fluffy and the other didn't only allow him to continue, but even began to purr as he lightly scratched along the scalp. "Hmm…you really think so?" The other teen seemed to contemplate about a style change and pondered if he should try to slick his hair down a bit instead of keeping his usual spikes, which were funnily enough all natural. "Well, it's your hair, but I-I think, it suits you." Rick hummed again. "You're really starting to act your part, don't you Morty?" "Wha-what's that supposed to mean?" A blush sneaked on the brunet's face again since he knew what Rick was trying to say and his hands retreated again. "Y-you-you're acting your part pretty well yourself with going in-into protective boyfriend mode as soon a-as someone talks to me." That wasn't a lie since Morty noticed that the other tended to get easily jealous now whenever someone approached him. Even when they weren't flirting with him like Jessica had. "W-well, that's only be-because you need some protection. I-I mean, it's not l-like you're surrounded by the most reliable people anyways. And in the time I was s-skipping school, you were constantly beaten up. So, nothing wrong w-with someone looking after you, right?" The blue-haired teen was the one, who became flustered now, as he tried to defend his actions. After looking a little longer at Morty's face, he sighed. "Hey, you remember when you asked me if I put cams and mics in your house?" "Yeah…?" The brunet replied reluctantly. "Well…I might have bugged it…" "You what?! You lied to me! You said that you didn't plant any cameras or microphones!" "I never said that I didn't do that. I just said that it's a creepy creep move to do something like that." It was the truth. "Then—why did you do something like that?!" "I did it because I was worried about you!" "Worried about me?!" The boy didn't know how to take that. "Yeah. Just imagine what would happen if someone would break into your house at night. Your dad is such a coward, if he confronts the bugler, he'd probably tell him where all your money is including the combination to the safe and tell him where your and your sister's rooms are!" While Morty didn't want to think that his father would actually do that, he also couldn't deny that Rick had a point. "So, if anything happens, I'd be over there ASAP and safe your cute little ass." Rick continued with a confident smirk. The thought actually made Morty blush anew, thinking about the other coming to safe him as if he was some kind of knight in shining armor. That look somehow suited Rick. However, a sudden thought bothered him. "Wait! Did you put those cams and mics everywhere?!" He was embarrassed to think that Rick might have seen or heard when he was having his "private alone time" in the bedroom. Rick seemed to get where Morty was going with this. "Chill out, Morty. I didn't bug your room or the bathrooms. Your sister's or your parents' bedrooms are also safe. So, don't worry your little Morty head over that." Morty wasn't sure if he could trust what Rick had said, especially when he grinned at him like that, but he let it slip. He sighed. "Okay. That's good then." Rick's grin only broadened. Not knowing the truth would let Morty sleep better at night anyway.

Morty was flushing bright red as he was dragged by Rick into the school's restrooms. The blue-haired teen quickly checked if the stalls were empty before he pulled his boyfriend into one of them. Being roughly shoved into the wall of the cubicle, Morty mewled into the heated kiss that followed. It wasn't the first time that Rick did this – just pulling him into the boys' bathroom for a making out session – but he still felt that he should protest that they'll be late for their next class. Not that Rick ever cared about that before…or right now, for that matter. However, he would never understand why Rick was so insistent on doing this. Not that he didn't sometimes feel the urge to be a little more intimate with Rick. But why did he always have to drag him off to the restrooms? It only served to make Morty more embarrassed because this was such a public place. …Though, he couldn't deny that the prospect of getting caught made his stomach curl in excitement. Oh! That probably was the reason why Rick liked to do this with him in here… A muffled squeak escaped him as the other pressed closer and something hard was rubbing against his crotch. His blood tried its best to evenly divide itself between his cheeks and his lower body. With how flush Rick's body was pushing against his, it was pretty obvious to Morty what that hardness was that he could feel rubbing against him – and his own member was reacting to it, very eager to greet its counterpart. The brunet whimpered into the kiss as the other teen's hands landed on his backside and pulled him more into the movement. "R-Rick…" His boyfriend stopped humping him and released his lips, but still kept the close contact between their warm bodies. Breathlessly, Morty continued. "Rick…we re-really shouldn't…n-not right he-here…" "Oh come on, Morty." Light pecks were placed on his lips and cheeks. "There's no harm in fooling around a little bit." When the other kissed his neck and then began to suck at his pulse point, Morty official lost the discussion and gave in. Leaning his head back in order to give Rick more access, he moaned softly. "O-okay. But on-only a little bit…" If Rick hadn't reassured him before that he wouldn't go all the way with him in a place like this, he might have been more reluctant to agree. As it was though, his erection was twitching inside his pants and clearly looking forward to continue this. The blue-haired teen pulled him into the movement again as he rubbed their crotches together and Morty almost yelped. Hastily he slapped a hand over his mouth, flushing in shame as the echoing noise reminded him again that they were in a public place and people might hear him. Rick seemed fairly unbothered by that though and only grinned against the now bruised skin on his neck. When he stopped grinding again and brought some distance between their bodies, he chuckled at the disappointed sound that the brunet made. With the contact between them lost, Morty could feel the cold of the room seeping through his clothes and shuddered. Still, he waited with bated breath what his boyfriend would do now. He stared with big eyes downwards as Rick's hands fumbled with his pants. Deft fingers quickly opened button and fly and pulled his straining dick free of its confines and Morty felt so embarrassed because he was sure that Rick hadn't actually seen it the other time when they had studied for the math test. "Well, look at that. You're quite packing something for such a small kid." "Y-you—we're the same height!" Morty pointed out defensively, but still sounded flustered. "Yeah, we are~ Comes in handy, but we'll leave that for another time." The genius teen drawled and undid his own pants, pulling his erect cock out now. "Oh god!" Morty breathed as he saw the thick and long length that was actually a bit bigger than his own, completely forgetting to ask what Rick meant with his last statement. "Heh, already impressed? I haven't even started yet, baby." Rick leaned forward again until their cocks were touching and the brunet gasped. It just felt so hot and hard and oh god, the other was twitching as much as he did. Unable to help himself, Morty ground against his boyfriend's length, positively humping him. Rick allowed him this for a while, focusing back on creating a necklace of hickeys on the few space of the brunet's skin that was still unblemished. Very few spaces left indeed. However, he soon stopped that and placed his hands on Morty's hips to keep the boy from moving. The brunet whined in confusion, mind in a daze from all the pleasure. Only to moan loudly when Rick wrapped his hand around both their cocks. Clamping a hand over his mouth again, Morty watched with wide eyes and rapt attention how his boyfriend was stroking them both at the same time. It felt so good. Rick's hand around his member. And Rick's cock pressed tightly against his own. So hot and pulsing and slick with their combined precum. Morty keened. It was almost too much. Just as he was about to get lost completely in the sensations, a sudden noise ripped him out of his lustful haze. Someone had entered the bathroom. Both boys turned stock-still and listened intently. They could hear whoever had walked in entering another stall – thankfully not the one right next to theirs – and then the telltale sound of a zipper. Morty almost accidentally squeaked when the hand that was still wrapped around his dick suddenly picked up movement again. His boyfriend only grinned at him, clearly unworried that they weren't alone anymore. "Rick…please stop…" The brunet whispered frantically, afraid that with how close he was, he wouldn't be able to keep his voice in check. Rick didn't listen to him. Leaning closer to his ear, he only whispered, "Why? It's so much more fun this way." Morty couldn't agree although his traitorous cock was twitching in clear excitement. Its counterpart that was still pressed flush against it agreed in a similar manner. When Rick picked up the pace and tightened his grip, it didn't make matters any better – or better said, it made it better, which only made things harder for Morty. Both in the literal and metaphorical sense. The poor brunet tried his hardest to keep silent, his sweaty palm pressing as tightly against his lips as it could. For some reason, Rick seemed to be doing a lot better at the keeping quiet department. He had no idea how he did that. In an effort to keep control over his voice, he tried to concentrate on the other noises in the room. The decidedly unsexy noises of their unbidden guest. Eventually, it made Morty wonder how long one person could take for using the toilet. Whoever this was, he seemed to be taking forever. Honestly, the brunet was growing frantic for the guy to finish up because he was slowly coming to his own finish. Rick was just touching him so expertly, moving just in the right tempo, using just the right amount of pressure and when he pulled at the foreskin— Morty threw his head back and screamed against his hand as he came helplessly just as the toilet flushing went off, thankfully drowning out his sound. Rick was quick to follow and bit into his shoulder to keep his own voice in check. For a moment, they kept still and silent again, intently listening to the noises that the other person in the room made. Only when he left did they began to move again and started cleaning themselves up. "What the heck, Rick!" Morty nearly shouted and punched his boyfriend in the shoulder. "We almost got caught!" "Just almost though." The blue-haired teen laughed. When his boyfriend still glared at him, he stopped laughing, but still smiled. "Oh come on, Morty. Complain all you want, but I know you still liked it." Well, Morty couldn't deny that. And so, he flushed and reverted to cute pouting. This drew another laugh from his boyfriend before he gave him a peck and then dragged him out of the restroom…and off the school grounds.

AN: Next chapter will already be the last one, but don't worry, I'll try to make it a good one. Also you won't have to wait for it as long as for this chapter. Promise.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 11

Rickceiving Love and Forgiveness

AN: I wanted to write something involving the One True Morty and something about Rick finding salvation or something, so this little piece was born. Didn't exactly turn out as I had expected, but I hope you'll like ^_^ Warnings: mentions of character death, angst, platonic love Summary: Rick's time has finally run out and his imminent death is unavoidable. In a last attempt to make peace with himself, he visits the Mortyism Cult to meet the One True Morty.

Rickceiving Love and Forgiveness Rick chugged the last contents of the bottle down before he grumbled and threw it carelessly in the backseat of his space cruiser. He was internally scoffing at his own wretchedness. Mocking himself mentally for even being dumb enough to travel to where he was currently going. It was common knowledge that Ricks didn't believe in the existence of god or something like the afterlife. Religion was only something that had been made up by people to extort money from dumb and gullible sheep. So, it was ridiculous that he was on his way to see someone that was supposed to be some kind of prophet. 'What does it even matter now?' Rick wondered. 'This is already the end. And nothing matters anyways… never had…' He fumbled for another glass bottle on the bottom of his ship, hoping to find one that wasn't empty yet. Despite not wanting to believe in any religious bullshit, the point was that Rick was going to die – very soon. It was just his luck that he had contracted a deadly illness that couldn't be cured – not even by Rick Sanchez himself. So, this only left him with one last option. To just accept and embrace his upcoming demise. The reason why he was on his way to such a remote planet now was because he had overheard some rumors. Apparently, some Ricks had been visiting this one person that everyone called only the One True Morty. Rumor had it, that Ricks who were close to death would visit him to…"lighten their conscience" was probably the right phrasing for it. Of course, Ricks weren't innocent people. From stealing, drug and weapon dealing, seducing mafia bosses' daughters, ranging up to blowing up entire solar systems, their crime records folders were thicker than the book "War and Peace". And sometimes people just found it easier to accept their own death when they were able to accept the sins that they had committed. It was one particular rumor though about one certain Rick that had picked his interest the most. This Rick was said to have been suicidal, but before offing himself, he went to see the One True Morty. It was said that after meeting that Morty, the Rick had come back as a completely changed human. He didn't try to kill himself and was supposed to live even now as the happiest Rick in the entire multiverse. Of course, that rumor sounded too sketchy to be really true, but it made him wonder if meeting this special Morty would give you some kind of epiphany or something. Well, Rick told himself that he had nothing to lose anymore. At best he could only gain something from this and if not… well, it's not like it really mattered. Emptying another bottle, he neared a little dwarf planet on which the cult had been relocated. At one point, the Mortys who followed the cult had lived on the Citadel of Ricks – as a minority, of course, that hadn't been paid much attention to at the time – however, after they found the one that had been dubbed the One True Morty, they had moved off to this tiny planet. He began to land on a decent sized platform, which resembled a parking lot. It was mostly empty, but there were two or three other vehicles there, which looked exactly like his own. It was a little reassuring to know that he wasn't the only Rick who had come to pay the One True Morty a visit. After he got out of his space car, he walked over a little platform that led towards what must be the reception building. Inside of it, he found a few Mortys clad in brown robes bustling about. One of them, who wore pure white garbs instead, immediately approached him. "Hello, lost one. How can I help you?" he asked in a calm and quiet voice. Rick wondered if the other was currently drugged because his eyes were half lidded and the way he talked sounded pretty odd. And what was up with "lost one"? Deciding to ignore that – just like the stupid red face paint – he finally answered. "I'm here to see the One True Morty. Do I need an appointment first or is he free right now?" "Of course, you can meet him now. Please follow me." The Cult Morty murmured. Rick walked after him as he was led out of the building through another entrance and they approached what must be the main building. He studied the palace-like structure with disdain. It was made of white marble and adorned with lots of gold. The scientist sneered. This cult seemed to be just like other religions that were only after other people's money in order to gain wealth. Even if this cult was founded by Mortys. "You either charge your followers a lot or you keep running a pretty busy business." Rick commented. "Oh, our cult doesn't charge. The services of the One True Morty are all free. We keep living from the donations that we receive from the followers of the One True Morty." The Cult Morty explained, not looking offended by the other's accusations. "Donations? Really?" Rick lifted on side of his eyebrow. Looking at this grand temple made it hard to believe that that was really the case. The Morty seemed to notice Rick's disbelieve and explained further. "Yes. Some of our donors are wealthy and powerful Mortys, but we also have some Ricks who are blessing us with gifts every once in a while. This building for example had been donated by a Rick who thought that our previous housing wasn't worth for the One True Morty." Of course, Rick wouldn't be able to know, but when the Mortys had started the cult, they lived literally in a garbage dump. They had built a little makeshift hut with what they could find for the One True Morty and that had been it. This cultist had been there on the day when the generous Rick had left the humble hut and looked around the dumping grounds with new and clear eyes and then proclaimed loudly that this wasn't living conditions for anyone, especially not for the One True Morty. The donor thought that the blessed one only deserved to live in a palace that would represent the same beauty that the One True Morty represented even though no building would ever be able to come close enough to it. Rick wasn't exactly sure what to think anymore. So, a Rick had let this entire palace be built for the Morty that he was going to see now… Must have been one heck of a revelation that this guy had gotten if this was his way of saying thanks. He didn't comment further on the topic and just silently followed the boy inside the building. They walked through some hallways before the cultist stopped. "Please wait here while I inform the holy one of your arrival." With those words, Rick was momentarily left on his own. The place was eerily empty and silent. Occasionally he would see a Cult Morty scurrying through one of the corridors, but that was it. With all the white, polished marble, the place seemed also very sterile. Normally he would welcome such surroundings, but somehow he felt very uncomfortable even if the hallway that he was waiting in was lavished with carpets and a comfy-looking sofa as well as some chairs. However, he remained standing even if he had no idea how long he would be left to wait. Instinctively Rick reached into the inside of his lab coat and fished out his flask, taking one big gulp and noting sadly that this was rest. He re-pocketed his now empty flask and could only continue to wait. After what felt like hours, but could have been no more than ten minutes, the Cult Morty finally returned. "The wise one is now ready to see you." Again, the boy led the way and Rick just wordlessly followed. As they walked through the hallway, another Rick came from the opposite direction. He looked relieved and had a bright smile on his face, walking as if all the weights that life had ever put on him had been lifted. Rick only raised one side of his unibrow and wondered if he would look like that when he was going to leave, too. It was hard to believe, then again, he didn't really care that much about it. The Morty stopped in front of a doorway that was only covered by a piece of cloth, lifting it to the side and urging him inside. A funny remark was on Rick's tongue, but he kept his mouth shut and entered. He had actually halfway expected to be led into a small, darkened room that would only be lit by candles or something like that, so the bright spacious room, which had huge open windows that reached from the floor all the way to the ceiling were a little surprising. Even more surprising was the sight of the one who must be the One True Morty though. Rick really didn't have any idea what the other was supposed to look like, but since he was a Morty, he figured that he would look like—well, just another Morty, of course. The boy on the other end of the room was certainly a Morty – he had the round face and round eyes – but instead of the pubescent boys that he was so used to see, this one looked more like a grownup or at least like an adolescent that was far older than just fourteen. He was clad in white robes that were open in the front, revealing a defined chest and a six-pack as well as a strong, long neck. Instead of the short brown curls that awkwardly adorned his grandson's head, the OTM had a Mohawk. Shockingly his left arm was replaced with a mechanical one. It looked like an intricate piece of art and was made out of gold. Rick was immediately reminded of the "Golden Touch" that he had heard about in rumors. The oddest thing about this boy was the golden light that was surrounding him. The scientist would have been convinced that it was just a set up for ambience and the light came actually from somewhere else and just shone on him if his eyes weren't radiating a bright light of the same color. "Please come closer, Rick." The One True Morty spoke. His voice was calm, but thankfully sounded more normal than that of the cultist from before and his friendly gaze was also not weirding Rick out as much. Finally getting out of his rigidity – he hadn't even noticed that he had just frozen up on the spot and staring – Rick approached the other. As the Morty motioned to a floor pillow in front of him, the older man took a seat. "I-I heard about other Ricks who came here." Rick started the conversation a bit awkwardly. "So, I decided to give it a shot, too, I uh guess…" "I know why you are here, Rick." The other replied, still with the same calm voice and friendly expression on his face. "Oh, you do?" the scientist's brow lifted in equal surprise and disbelieve. "Then we can just cut the chitchat and go over to you doing your magic number or whatever it is you do." The Morty closed his eyes and regret was edged into his features now. "There is no "magic trick". And I cannot cure what you have. I know that it is not what you want to hear, but your quickly nearing death is unavoidable." Rick's face fell and he was surprised that his opposite knew about that. "Yeah, I figured that much already." "But that was not the reason for why you came here anyway." The other continued. "No, it isn't." The scientist agreed. "I'm here to clear up my conscience or-or something like that. I guess." "Why do you think that you need to do that?" Rick's mouth formed a thin line. He didn't like that this started to sound like some kind of therapy session. But then again, this was what it was and he knew that before he came. "Well, I guess I don't really have to tell you that. Especially not to a Morty. It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I mean, I'm a Rick!" "You Ricks do not want to believe in the afterlife, yet you fear that you might end up in hell for the things that you have done in your lifetime." The One True Morty summed up. "And while it is true that you may have committed many sins, your self-flagellation is pointless. For all the things that you Ricks do, you are not monsters." "Not monsters?!" Rick sat up straighter. "You've got to be kidding me! I-I-I knew this one Rick for example. He—he and his Morty once got stuck in a collapsed cave and do you know what he did? He survived by eating his Morty. He ate his own grandson! So you can't tell me that Ricks aren't monsters!!" "That was merely out of self-preservation. I do believe that his Morty would have done the same if they would have chosen for the Rick to become the sacrifice." The One True Morty looked unfazed by what he had been just told. Then he asked as if Rick's outburst had never happened, "Just why are you afraid of something that you do not believe in?" The scientist's mouth fell open and he stared for a moment with wide eyes at the out-of-this-world boy. "I… urgh. You're right. This is stupid. I shouldn't have come here." Rick got up and was about to leave. "And now you want to run away like a coward? Have you not done this your whole life already? I had the impression that you came here because you decided to stop running." The old man halted as One True Morty continued. "Obviously, you did not really come here just to confess. And this also is not about you being worried about going to hell." "No." Rick turned back around again. "Your nihilism is the only problem here. The fact that nothing matters, not even your impending death." For a moment, they just looked at each other before the elder sighed and took a seat on the pillow again. The talk wasn't over yet. "I must inform you that I cannot help you with that issue." Rick opened his mouth to reply, but the Morty lifted his mechanical arm and continued before he could say a word. "I simply am the wrong person for you to talk to. However, I can help you smooth the way so you can receive what you are searching for." As if the words weren't confusing enough for the scientist already, the actions that came from the One True Morty afterwards were even more so. The boy leaned forward and his mechanical arm reached out to touch Rick's shoulder. It didn't just stop there because the scientist was suddenly pulled forward as the Morty's other arm reached around him. Rick found himself suddenly in a hug and on top of that, the One True Morty moved his head forward to give him a kiss on the forehead. A weird, warm feeling spread through Rick and he wasn't sure if it came from the touch of the mechanical arm, or the other's golden aura or was it just from being hugged by a Morty – he had no idea why or what it was! Soon, he was released from the embrace again and the One True Morty grabbed a paper and a pen that laid by his side and began to write something on it. Rick was still frozen on the spot, stuck in some kind of trance-like state almost and only was ripped out of it after the boy had finished writing and handed the note to him. Dumbfounded he looked at the folded piece of paper. "Fly home now, Rick, and give this to your Morty." Rick finally took the paper, curious as to what was written on it, but not daring to look at it. He had a feeling that he was not supposed to see it since it was written from one Morty to another and while he usually wouldn't care about something like that and also didn't believe in superstitions, he was sure that something bad would happen if he did. So, he just pocketed the small slip of paper and stood up. The One True Morty smiled at him and wished him a save travel. Rick didn't reply, still feeling confused and whatever it was what the other had done to him when he touched him. As he passed through the hallways back towards where he had parked his space cruiser, he slowly came out of his daze and finally took notice of his surroundings. The white marble walls looked beautiful and bright and he hadn't noticed before that there were some patterns on them. On the outside, it was even more beautiful. The air was warm and crisp, the sun shone gently and the sounds of singing birds and an occasional breeze could be heard. For some reason he felt lighter as he walked with a much straighter posture and while he may not have noticed it himself, he wore a small smile on his face. The mood that he was in didn't falter on his way home and the thought of dying soon wasn't as dreading as it was before. Rick had always hated having to face his own mortality. Even if he always acted as if nothing mattered because if someone precious to him died, he could just move to another dimension where they were still alive, he always hated thinking about his own end – no matter how unavoidable that was. After all, he lived a dangerous life-style. Not only the adventures and battles against all sorts of alien mercenaries and intergalactic governments, but also his habit of abusing alcohol and other drugs. Yet, while it may seem to onlookers that he was suicidal, he clung to life like a beast. Even knowing that it was all in vain and would eventually amount up to nothing, he kept on fighting against death for as long and as hard as was possible for an almost god-like human. Of course, he knew that it would make no difference how long he stayed around or even if he had been born at all. Ricks died all the time out there in other dimensions and he'd once visited one in which he never even came to exist. The universe doesn't care about such things. It will continued to exist and expand whether Rick was around or not. It had done so for millions of years and will continue to do it for millions of years more. That thought had made him miserable for such a long time and he actually loathed the universe for it, trying to plunder it and show it his middle finger as often as he could. He took it for a ride and tried to hold on as long as he could, but the universe would always throw him off again in the end. And yet, as he looked at all the stars, solar systems and asteroids that he zipped past on his way home, he couldn't hate it. He admired its beauty, looking at it with the same eyes that his grandson had looked at it the first time that he had taken him out to space. Morty. He needed to see his grandson. The little dork that he constantly treated like a pet or accessory. Rick knew that he was a bad grandfather for always dragging the brunet on dangerous adventures, abusing him for his own selfish whims and on top of that treating him like shit. He had never said how much he loved his grandson, how much he enjoyed his company, how flattered he was by his cute little hero worship or how proud of him he was when the boy showed that he had learned a thing or two from him whether it was something about his inventions or about aliens. While Rick wasn't one for bonding – at least not openly, at the risk of others mocking him for it – maybe now that his end was near was a good time to make up for it and tell him. However, first he should give him the note. Rick still wanted to know what the One True Morty had written, but he resisted the temptation. For some odd reason he was sure that all of his happiness – as little and as fleeting as it may be – would be ripped away from him if he even so much as peeked at it. He landed the ship in the driveway and entered the house through the open garage door. On the workbench laid a half-finished device that he had tried to tinker with before he gave up in frustration and sallied to the dwarf planet on which the One True Morty was located. He sunk into his swivel chair and looked at the wires, screws and other pieces that were strewn around. Out of habit, he reached into his lab coat and retrieved his flask, unscrewing the cap and guiding the bottleneck to his lips before remembering that it was empty. Now that he was back, he could actually refill it. Rick did have a small fridge installed in one of the shelves where he stored some emergency spirits. Instead of swiveling over to get it, he just placed the empty flask on a free space of the workbench and ignored it. "Hey, Rick. You're back." A round head with brown curly locks peeked inside the garage. Warmth flooded Rick's chest at hearing and seeing the boy and he couldn't help the sad smile that sprouted on his face. "Hey, Morty." He softly replied instead of making a comment how the boy had just stated the obvious. "Is something wrong, Rick?" Morty worried a little at seeing the unusual facial expression on his grandfather's face. "Kind of. But it's not really important." Rick replied, but his features didn't change. "I have something for you." He reached into his lab coat and pulled out the piece of paper. The brunet looked at the note in confusion before he accepted, unfolded and then began to read it. Whatever was written on it couldn't have been very long because he was finished in a matter of seconds. Morty looked stunned before he turned his gaze back to Rick and looked at him oddly for a moment. Then he suddenly hugged him, the piece of paper falling onto the ground. Only the words 'Please forgive him.' were written on it in golden ink. Yet it seemed as if there was written so much more than just that small, simple sentence. "I love you, Grandpa Rick." Morty said and hugged him as if it was the last time that they'd see each other. And maybe it was. Not that his grandson would know since Rick hadn't told anyone about his illness. Even if he wasn't entirely sure how much time he still had, he was sure that it wasn't much. The scientist was stunned by his grandson's actions at first and tears began to well up in his eyes. He returned the hug, but despite the fact that he had started to cry, he was smiling. Rick felt that it was much easier to accept his death now. He knew now that he had been truly loved in his life. And even more, he knew now that he mattered. Even if it was only to his Morty, Rick had mattered.

AN: Although I had this laying around for a while because it felt off and I wanted to fix it, I still wasn't quite able to figure out what exactly is wrong with it. So, since I'm running out of stuff to post, you get it in this form even though I'm not quite happy with how it turned out…

Guilty Pleasures – Chapter 4: The Exorcism

AN: Last chapter guys! And just in advance: please don't stone me to death! Warnings: Rick/Morty smut, heavy non-con/dub-con and rape, masturbation, gas lighting, praise kink, dirty talk, one-sided pining, mentions to past trauma, in this chapter (unprofessional) exorcism and light bondage

Guilty Pleasures – Chapter 4: The Exorcism This was it! This had been the last straw for Morty. After yesterday's (and last night's) events, he decided that he couldn't deal with this anymore. He needed to get rid of this demon, but it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to do it on his own. His measly efforts to browse the church's library for some useful books on exorcism hadn't bore much fruit. However, he was in a church, surrounded by clerics, so there should be a way to get rid of a demon around here. The only option that was left for Morty was to ask for help now. Of course, Father Specs had offered that he could always come to him, but he was afraid that the other wouldn't believe his words. Honestly, if someone was to tell him that they were seeing and hearing a demon while no one else could, he wouldn't believe them either and think at best that they were mentally ill. However, if the teen wanted to salvage his sanity (or at least the little bit that was still left of it), he needed to tell this to someone and hope that they knew how to deal with this accordingly. And the only person that came to mind was Father Specs. So he found himself in front of the priest's office, knocking softly at the wooden door. There was the sound of shuffling papers before a dull voice reached his ear. "Come in." Hesitantly, he opened the door and stepped in, hoping that he wasn't interrupting Father Specs and that the other had time to talk. Even when he offered that he could always come to him, he knew that the priest was also busy with other work of organizing nature. "Oh, it's you, my Little Lamb." Father Specs sounded and looked surprised, not really having anticipated that the small boy would show up at his office unprompted. "Please, please, come in and have a seat." Just like last time, Morty followed the invitation and swallowed heavily. Even though he had made up his mind about this, he still didn't know how to voice his problem. "What is troubling you, Little Lamb?" Father Specs asked kindly, but noticed quickly that the boy was nervous and reluctant again. "Please, take your time." It wasn't time that Morty needed but guts. And being able to see the demon wandering around the office calmly like this, didn't really help him. After his last visit here, Demon Rick had been starting to act admittedly more vicious and the boy was scared what he might do to him if he finally told someone – not only told, but also begged to help him in exorcising this hellish creature. He looked away from the fiend, who lazily let his hand trail over the big wooden crucifix that hung on the wall, clearly unbothered by the sanctified object and turned his eyes back towards the priest, who still looked at him expectantly. Here goes nothing. "Father Specs, I see and hear the Unholy One." He blurted out. The priest looked a slight bit shocked at the statement, before his features softened a little. "My dear child, he always wanders between us, trying to lead us into temptation, but The One True Rick teaches us—" "No! That's not what I mean!" Morty interrupted him, seeing that the other clearly misunderstood him. "I literally see the Devil! He's standing right there, next to you, Father. He-he looks like a Rick, just like you, but he's a demon. I'm the only one who can see or hear him and-and I'm thinking that I must be possessed or something…" Father Specs blinked, looking stumped. "Please…please help me, Father Specs…" His plead was a mere whisper. "The prayers won't make him go away and I don't know what to do anymore." While the priest was still utterly speechless, the demon began to chuckle. "Help you, Morty? You mean help you jerk off?" Demon Rick seemed unbothered by the possible threat of him being exposed now…or maybe he thought that the priest wouldn't believe Morty. Father Specs took off his glasses and rubbed his nasal bone again. "Little Lamb, how do you…what do you think, I can do to help you with this problem?" "Do you believe me, Father Specs?" The brunet asked meekly, scared that the other was thinking about committing him to a mental institution now. "Of course, I believe you. You would have no reason to lie about something like this to me." The priest reassured him. "I merely wish to know what you imagined how I can be of aid to you in dealing with this…burden." A sigh of relief escaped him and he visibly relaxed in the chair. "Thank you so much, Father Rick! And I uh…wouldn't you need to perform some kind of exorcism or something like that?" Honestly, he knew nothing more than what he had seen in horror movies about this topic and if he wouldn't have this happening to himself right now, he would have never believed that demons and such things could even be real. Father Specs nodded. "Indeed, an exorcism would solve this problem very efficiently, but are you sure that you really want to go through that procedure?" The boy gulped once more and thought that the process was probably nasty and maybe even painful if the priest was so reluctant to offer it. …but he really couldn't deal with this anymore and needed to get rid of this demon, no matter what! "Y-yeah…" He nodded shakily. "I'm sure, Father. So c-can you…will y-you…?" "I promised that I'll help you any way that I can, Little Lamb. If you're really ready for this, then let's do it." Morty felt light and heavy at once, the feelings inside his body mixing together so that he wasn't able to tell what he really felt anymore. However, tears rose to his eyes and he smiled. "Thank you so much, Father Specs." It should have been good news for him, but he couldn't help but notice that Demon Rick looked too relaxed for someone, who technically just received the death penalty…

Morty felt nervous. Eternally grateful to Father Specs for helping take care of the demon, but so, so nervous. Hesitantly, he knocked on the wooden door at the appointed time and waited. It was dark in the hallway, everyone in these sacred walls supposed to rest. Hopefully, after this night, he could finally join the rest in peaceful and undisturbed slumber. While he waited with baited breath, he could hear the pulse of his own heartbeat so loudly in his ears that he was almost convinced that it was reverberating through the floor and walls. Oh Rick! If he were to be caught like this, people would surely misunderstand. There was only one thing that they could think of, why a choir boy would visit the bedroom of a priest sneakily in the middle of the night – especially since he was already dressed in his nightgown. Rumors would spread and worse than his own fate, he feared for the image of his beloved Father Specs. After what felt like an eternity in wait, but was only a few seconds, the door finally opened and a square of light that briefly lit up a small part of the hallway almost blinded him. "You're on time, my Little Lamb. Come inside." He didn't need to be told twice and quickly stepped into the room as the other made way for him. After the door was closed once more and he felt the safety and privacy of the priest's quarters, he took the time to briefly look around. The bedroom was simple, no different from the single room that he had been graciously bestowed with. His gaze immediately fell on the queen-sized bed, linen sheets neatly stretching over the mattress, showing not a single wrinkle. On the wall over the headboard hung a huge cross, engraved with the symbols of the Ricklegion of the One True Rick – the pyramids, the all-seeing eyes and the portal together with a figure of the One True Rick in all of his glory. Next to the bed stood a small wooden table, the book of the One True Rick resting on it, its leather cover looking worn. At the end of the same wall was a simple clothes cupboard and the only other furniture in the room were a desk and a chair, which looked as modest as the rest of the room. Morty had always wondered if the rooms of the priests looked nicer than the boys' dorms, imagining that they would have luxuries that no Morty would be granted. However, now that he stood in this room, he only realized that he was given no more or less than the Ricks who also lived here. Father Specs went to the table, gathering some objects that he had placed there in preparation. "Lay down on the bed, Morty. I'll be with you in a moment." Feeling his nerves, which had calmed down for a second as he inspected his surroundings, frazzle again, he reluctantly neared the bed and crawled on the mattress. "Will…will it hurt, Father Specs?" He almost felt silly for asking because it didn't really matter if it would or not – this needed to be done! – and they had already established beforehand that this procedure would not be a pleasant one. The priest turned his head towards him briefly. "It will…for a moment. Please just try to endure it, Morty." A nod was his answer. It's not like Morty had a choice and he could only hope that this would be over with soon. As told, he laid down on the bed, his head resting on the pillow and he could faintly pick up the scent of the priest. Heat rose to his cheeks as he realized that all he needed to do was turn his head and bury his nose in the pillow to smell it more clearly. Thinking about in what a compromising place he was right now – in Father Specs' bed! – also didn't help his thoughts from straying in directions that they weren't meant to. Father Specs joined his side as promised mere seconds later and the teen was now able to have a closer look at the objects that he had brought along. A small bulbous jug was placed on the nightstand, its contents a mystery. Maybe it was holy water? That would make sense to find use in an exorcism, right? The other objects in Father Specs' hands were stripes of cloths. These confused Morty since they looked simple without any symbols stitched into them, so their use in this ceremony did not come to him. "Give me your hand, child." Without question, Morty offered his right appendage, placing it into the priest's hand that had been waiting for it with an open palm. One of the cloths was tied around his wrist – tightly, but still with enough room to not cut off the blood vow. The brunet followed the movements with big eyes as Father Specs guided it towards the headboard and then began to tie the other end of the cloth to the wooden pillar that adorned the bedframe. "Uh…Father Specs?" He asked nervously, not sure what to think of being tied to the bed. The priest rounded the bed after he was done and reached for the teen's other wrist, repeating the actions. "Do not worry, Little Lamb. This is necessary. Believe me. I've performed a few exorcisms before." "O-okay." Morty tried to relax again, deciding to trust the minister, who knew more about these things than he did. However, when he glimpsed at the demon, who of course had followed him like always, he felt unnerved again. A broad grin was on Demon Rick's face. For someone, who was about to be driven out, he looked entirely too pleased. Did he think that the priest would fail or where else did he take this confidence from? Morty decided to pay no attention to that – for the sake of his own poor mind. After Father Specs had made sure that the binds were secured properly, he joined the brunet on the bed. A squeak escaped the teen, when the priest pulled on his nightgown and lifted it up until it bunched underneath his chin, his body completely exposed now. The lack of underwear had never bothered him before, but it did right now and hastily he drew up his legs to hide his most private parts from sight. "Calm down, my child. There is no need for shame." The other shushed him. "This is not a sight that I haven't seen before already." With hands less gentle than Morty was used to from the priest, his thighs were forced down and pride apart and quickly Father Specs moved between them to hinder him from clamping them together again. Their position felt suddenly too intimate to be comfortable anymore and the brunet painfully became aware of how helpless he was right now – tied to the bed, practically naked and with a Rick between his legs. …it also remembered him a little too much of last night where he had found himself in a very similar-looking situation. Again, it didn't help that the demon stood beside the bed, grin smug and a sparkle in his eyes. He looked so delighted that it was honestly worrisome. Morty wondered if he should inform Father Specs about it or if it was better not to address that issue. The priest reached for the jug that he had previously placed on the nightstand now and held it ceremoniously over Morty's chest. Carefully, he tipped it and a gasp escaped the teen as the contents dribbled on his chest. Oil. The texture and smell made it obvious that it was oil. In slow and deliberate movements, Father Specs let it run on his chest, then his stomach and the last of the contents over his crotch. Morty squirmed as he felt it run down the curve of his balls and over his entrance and he thought more and more that this was a bad idea. 'Father Specs knows what he's doing. Just trust him.' He kept telling himself, trying to calm his racing heart. Of course, his endeavors were in vain and the muscle pumped even harder as the priest placed the empty jug back on the small table and his warm hands touched the teen's skin. In slow and gentle movements, Father Specs spread the scented oil over his upper body. The tips of his fingers glided high enough that they brushed Morty's Adam's apple, then wandered over his shoulders and along his arms. While the massaging motions were probably meant to be soothing, they seemed to have the exact opposite effect on the teen. Especially when the old and experienced hands were back on his chest and brushed over shamefully hardening nipples, Morty had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from making any traitorous sounds. If he wouldn't know any better, he would have almost suspected that Father Specs was testing him because he repeatedly stroked in circles over his pecs, palm rubbing against the nubs each time again. While Morty still managed to keep his voice in check, he sadly had not as much control over the rest of his body and he felt to his greatest misfortune that his penis was hardening. Thankfully, the priest deemed this area of his body done. However, there was no relief for the poor teen as he stroked over his stomach now, his muscles quivering from the touch. "Um, Father Specs?" He had to clear his throat, his voice no more than an embarrassing squeak. "I-is this really n-ne-necessary?" "It's preparation, Morty." The reply was curt and the priest continued with his ministrations undeterred. Another shuddering breath escaped him and teeth dug into rosy flesh again as a finger dipped into his navel, regathering the oil that had pooled there. His breath turned fast enough that he was practically hyperventilating as those digits slid even lower. Morty was waiting for them to reach his most shameful place…or at least for Father Specs to address the sin. However, the hands bypassed his private area and the priest's lips remained sealed. Before he could catch himself, a moan escaped the brunet's mouth as the slightly warmed oil was spread over the sensitive insides of his thighs. If he could, he would hide his red face, but his bounds hands made it impossible to do anything else other than lay there and endure the treatment. Father Specs was thorough with his ministrations, taking each leg in his hands and massaging the tensed muscles, leaving no spot untouched as he even threaded with slick fingers between the boy's toes. All of these touches left Morty a shaking mess on the bed and he wondered for how much longer this preparation had to go on. He almost thought that they were finally done when the priest's appendages stroked up the inside of his legs again, this time with more haste then before. Yet, Father Specs was far from finished. "F-FATHER!!" His eyes widened drastically as the touch was focusing on the root of his lust. "Ah! Wait! I—" "Shh, Little Lamb." The other shushed him, yet didn't let off. "I know that this isn't your fault. It's the devils doing." Morty wanted to cry. Of course, he knew that this wasn't the demon's fault. He was like this because of Father Specs' touches. The burden of this sin was entirely his to bear. "Hnhg…" Whimpers escaped him as the warm and slick hand stroked up and down his shaft. It felt so very different being touched there by someone else – even from the times when his hands had been guided by the demon. Father Specs massaged his flesh with such experience and unhesitant familiarity as if he did nothing else the rest of the day. …this was a thought that he really better not entertain… Morty couldn't help but arch into the other's touch when that hand caressed the tip, spreading and coaxing forth more pre that had begun to flow freely – much to the brunet's increasing abashment. Then the digits moved lower again, past the base of his erection and trailing over his balls. More breathy moans escaped him as the priest took his time to coat them thoroughly in the slick substance as well. After fondling his balls for a few minutes, the fingers went lower again and the brunet gasped as they slipped along his cleft and came to rest over his pink pucker. His breathing faltered as Father Specs spread his asscheeks slightly apart, blue eyes intently focused on his rosette and to his chagrin his hole reflexively clenched and unclenched – winking – as the priest's thumbs passed briefly over it again. "That's right, dear Father." Demon Rick had crawled on the bed and leaned over the priest's shoulder, also gazing down at the boy's entrance and wearing a toothy grin. "You can't resist this. Everyone knows that you're fucking Mortys after mess in your office or in the confessional booth. So take this sacrificial little lamb!" "WHAT?!" Wide-eyed the brunet stared at the man, who still stared at his most private part. "Father Specs! Did you—have you—are you having sex with the other Mortys?" Blue eyes looked up at his face now and the minister took of his glasses, placing them safely on the bedside table. Looking directly in the boy's brown orbs, his hands lifted his robe and lowered his pants, revealing a fully erect (and huge) cock. The sight of it made Morty's eyes bulge…and if he was honest, it was for more reasons than just one. Stroking his cock with one well-oiled hand – and emitting a faint sigh – Father Specs finally replied. "My Little Lamb, you're not the only child that had been possessed by the unholy. I have exorcised many demons, cured many Mortys from their predicament like this. So don't you worry. Have faith." Faith wasn't the problem here! Of course, normally Morty would have been elated at the prospect to have this happen with the other, but when he had approached Father Specs, he had been seriously seeking his help. He needed actual help with this Demon Rick – an actual exorcism – and not this!!

No wonder that the fiend was cackling, having known full well all along that this would have nothing to do with getting rid of him.

As Father Specs was done treating his own flesh and pushed the head against his entrance, the teen struggled against his bounds. "No! Please, Father! Wait!"

Ignoring the boy's pleas, the priest moved his hips forward and pushed inside, causing Morty to screech from the penetration. Without giving them any time to get used to the intrusion, Father Specs pulled out and drove back in again.

Hot tears trailed down Morty's glowing cheeks and he sobbed and begged, but it fell on deaf ears. Looking through a blurred veil of wetness, he could see both Father Specs' and the Demon Rick's face staring down at him, so close to each other that it almost seemed that they were fusing into one.

He squeezed his eyes shut, not being able to stand seeing the ruby and the sapphire anymore. The only thing that was on his mind right now was that he didn't want this.

Not like this anyway…the more he thought about it, the more he wondered if he ever really wanted something like this in the first place.

It just felt all so wrong…

"F-Father…ple-please no more…"

The elder shushed him. "It's okay. Just a little--endure it just a little longer."

Morty wasn't sure if he could. Despite all the negative feelings and the unmistakable pain in his lower regions, his body betrayed him and his slowly waning erection had risen to its full glory again. He was truly wretched for enjoying it after all and maybe the fiend had been always right.

No matter how much he denied it, this was probably what he had always desired.

The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin reverberated throughout the small room, increasing in volume with each of Father Specs' hard thrusts. Light sobbed moans and low, barely repressed grunts joined the chorus – a lewd song to their sinful dance.

Above all that, Morty didn't even notice that the demon had become unusually silent.

"So-so close…" Father Specs mumbled, his movements becoming faster and more frantic. "Just a little more and you'll receive my blessing, Morty."

"Y-yes, Father…pl-please give me…y-your blessing…" Morty replied numbly.

It didn't feel real. Everything just felt too surreal to him right now. Like it was past his comprehension. So scared of losing the last of his sanity, Morty focused on the only thing that was still tangible to him. Concentrating on that pleasure and trying to chase his orgasm. Just waiting for that sweet relief that he knew was waiting for him and would blank out his crumbling mind in flashing whiteness.

So, he wrapped his shaking legs around the priest's waist, readily welcoming him inside his body and trying to greet each motion with one of his own, thankful of the hands that previously held him down while he squirmed and now guided him into the movements. In his hazy mind, he imagined that praise was falling from the other man's lips, believing to hear whispered "good boy"s but he couldn't be sure that he really heard it.

His moaning and mumbling became as frantic as the priest's pace and he wasn't even aware of what he was asking for anymore. "Fa-father, please! Bless me!!"

A groan answered him and he felt so close. He just wanted it to be over. For it all to end already!

The hands on his hips tightened their grip and the priest thrust deep, trying to enter his body as far as he could and through his stuttering strokes, Morty felt hot liquid filling his core, ultimately triggering the boy's own finish that was accompanied by a hoarse scream and spurts of his essence spilling over his stomach.

"There you go, baby." For a moment, he thought that it was the demon who whispered these words into his ear, but he realized that it was Father Specs, who said it, having folded over his body.

Suddenly, silence returned to the room again, reestablishing the image of immaculateness and it was only broken by gasps as both males tried to catch their breaths.

Morty laid limply in his bounds, like a doll. While his cheeks were almost dried from the heat of his flush, residue tears still clung to his lashes – a detail that he barely took notice of as he stared blankly at the grey ceiling.

He winced as Father Specs pulled out of him and the sudden emptiness left him feeling hollow – even more devoid.

As the priest untied him from the bedframe again, he didn't dare move – he only continued to lay there and…breathe.

Since he had been struggling before, the cloths left marks on his wrists and Father Specs gently massaged them, getting the blood flowing again and making his numb hands feel like pins and needles.

That he was treating him this gently after everything that had just happened, sent a fresh wave of warm tears over his cheeks and his attempts at calming his breathing again was blown to the wind as he began to sob anew.

The priest released his wrist and instead pulled the teen up and into an embrace, Morty flinching from the pain in his backside that sitting caused him.

"F-Father…th-that…" He didn't know what to say, which words to choose to express how betrayed he felt right now by Father Specs' actions because he had really needed his help. "…I-I-I was s-serious…about the d-demon…"

Hands stroked gently over his back as he sobbed into the priest's robe. "I know, but he's gone now, Little Lamb."

Of course, Morty knew that it couldn't be, but he still reluctantly lifted his head and looked around the room.

To his surprise, he couldn't see the fiend anywhere.

"Huh?" He couldn't believe it. "You-you're right, Father. He really is gone! It worked!"

With big eyes, he looked up at Father Specs, who chuckled and wore a grin full of mirth. "Of course, it did, my Little Lamb. Did you ever doubt me?"

"I'm so sorry for not having faith in you, Father Specs." Morty honestly felt ashamed and his face heated up for the umpteenth time this day.

Again, the priest chuckled.

Then he released him out of his arms and ushered him from the bed. "Now, I believe that you should retire to your own quarters lest someone finds us here like this and draws wrong assumptions."

"O-oh geez. You're right, Father." Hastily, he pulled down his nightgown to cover his thin frame as he scrambled to his feet.

With a slight limp in his gait, he made his way to the door, but before he could open it, a long arm reached past him and blocked his path. Questioningly, he turned around and looked at Father Specs, who also extended his other arm and boxed the boy in between them.

The way that the priest looked at him, felt familiar. "F-Father Specs…?"

"Morty, just to make sure that you are fully freed from the influence of the demon, you should come visit me here on the regular."

"O-okay…" The gaze made him feel frightened and aroused at the same time and the implication of what these visits would entail wasn't lost on him, but did he really have a choice?

At this point, he wasn't even sure about his feelings for the priest anymore…only that he was so, so grateful to Father Specs for his help. He definitely owed him something.

"And Morty, I'm sure that I don't have to remind you, but all of this is just between the two of us. No one else needs to know about it. Understand?"

Hastily, the brunet nodded his head. "O-Of course, Father."

"

Good~

" With that, he pulled his arms away again and let the teen leave. "Rest well,

Little Lamb

."

"You, too, Father Specs."

Morty quickly slipped out of the door and hurried back to his bedroom, hoping that he wouldn't run into anyone on the way and having to answer unpleasant questions.

In his haste to leave, he didn't notice that the priest's eyes followed him down the hallway, the twin orbs glowing in an inhuman red color that the boy would have recognized from many restless nights…

AN: I hope the ending isn't too confusing because I didn't add an explanation for what exactly happened there. It would kind of ruin the story if I gave you an entire paragraph on the details so instead I just leave it up to your imagination ;)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Guilty Pleasures – Chapter 3: Escalating Sins

Warnings: Rick/Morty smut, heavy non-con/dub-con and rape, masturbation, gas lighting, praise kink, dirty talk, one-sided pining, mentions to past trauma and it's generally a very dark fic, so read at your own discretion

Guilty Pleasures – Chapter 3: Escalating Sins Morty was convinced that Demon Rick was angry at him. While he could not remember, what he had done to evoke the devil's wrath, the other made sure to let him experience sheer hell over the next view days. Whether it was something considerably small like depantsing him during choir practice or if it was feeling him up while he was in the confessional booth (where he at least admitted to the fact that he had touched himself in improper places without voicing any thoughts on Father Specs), causing him to squeak and the attending priest to tell him that he wasn't taking this seriously. The worst had to be though when he had acted out on Sunday's mess again. Father Specs was delivering the sermon once more and when their eyes crossed, he smiled reassuringly at the other, being able to see a hint of worry in the priest's gaze. After their talk in the office, they hadn't really spoken with each other, safe for mannered greetings in the hallways and the simple exchanges in classes. It seemed like the elder was still a little concerned about him – and that wasn't completely without reason – and was probably waiting for another visit to his office, which Morty had avoided so far. While it had felt relieving to talk to the priest, he still found himself unable to address his heaviest sin and confess these forbidden feelings to him. Maybe they would vanish one day and Morty would be able to speak freely about them then, but not now. He wasn't ready yet. "Does it make you hard when he looks at you?" Of course, the teasing voice was right next to him again. The choir boy tried to ignore it, focusing on the words of Father Specs, but naturally this wasn't going to be enough to stop Demon Rick. Just like the last time, an incorporeal hand touched his chest, but safe for sharply sucking in some air, the teen didn't give anything away and drew no attention on himself. If this disappointed the fiend, he didn't show it. Invisible fingers toyed with the row of buttons on front of his white shirt for a moment, sneaking through the tiny gaps between them to tease the warm skin underneath and then slipped lower. Morty gulped, but still tried to keep his voice in check. You'd think with how often the demon had done this that the teen would have become desensitized to these touches, but unfortunately for the brunet, that wasn't the case. Of course, Demon Rick knew this as well and therefore played with the hem of those navy blue shorts now that were held up by matching suspenders. "Really neat of them to make you wear these uniforms. You look so fuckable in this outfit. Bet that's why the pervy Rick priests chose this for you Mortys to wear." The boy's features became visibly strained and he had to bite the inside of his cheek, his body heating up enough that he began to sweat. Thankfully, Father Specs wasn't looking his way right now or Morty was sure that he would die on the spot. However, Demon Rick had just started and wasn't even thinking about stopping soon. The hand that was only visible to the brunet, wriggled underneath the waistband now and stroked with a feather-light touch over the boy's sensitive abdomen, causing the Morty to gasp and his body to go rigid. That noise caused a few pair of eyes to land on him, but it still didn't disrupt the sermon, which was good. To the teen's embarrassment though his posture wasn't the only thing that had turned stiff. Obviously, the demon noticed it, too, chuckling in amusement and retreating from his spot inside the boy's shorts again. Even though Morty should have expected it, he still couldn't hold in the moan that ripped from his throat when Demon Rick pressed against the visible bulge in his pants with more pressure. Father Specs stopped talking mid-sentence and every attendant looked at Morty now, who had clamped one hand over his mouth and shielded his crotch with the other. His face was red enough that it could surely glow in the dark and he wished for nothing more than a black hole to open up underneath his feet and swallow him. "S-s-sorry…" He stuttered apologetically and stared in shame at the ground, not being able to face anyone and especially not his beloved priest right now. Thankfully, the sermon quickly continued and aside from a few more nasty glances that were thrown his way, nothing else happened. Demon Rick got a good laugh out of the boy's humiliation and Morty honestly started to loath him. The rest of mess went without interruptions as the fiend seemed to have his fill of entertainment – at least for now – but once again, Father Specs approached Morty afterwards. "Perhaps you wish to talk in the privacy of my office again, Little Lamb?" He offered. "You know, there is no need to be shy. My doors are always open for you." Ignoring the demon's words, which tried to encourage him to accept the priest's generous offer, Morty meekly apologized. "I-I-I…n-no, I'm fine. Thank you. And I-I'm so s-sorry for…what happened d-during mess, Father." "I understand…" Father Specs looked like he wanted to protest, but he wouldn't force the boy to talk to him if he didn't wish to do it of his own accord. "Just remember that you can always come to me." By Rick! He really didn't deserve this much kindness from the other man. Although this humiliation was to blame on the demon, Morty couldn't deny that he also carried partially weight of this sin. Just why did he always have to give in so easily to the devil's whims and temptations? Why couldn't he just properly resist and ignore his words and touches? This was what Morty had been thinking about for the better time of the day until evening, fighting to ignore the demon and any advances that he tried on him again. By the end of the day, he felt so tiered and worn out and wished for nothing more than to sink in his bed and flee away into dreams that were better than the real life that he had to deal with – even if it would only be a momentary escape. He dragged himself towards the dorms and his specific room, glad that the only expectations that the holy men and the One True Rick had off him now was to go to sleep. While Morty had no idea why he had been more privileged than other Mortys, he had been given the luxury of a single bedroom. At least for now, the Cardinal Rick had told him, because as soon as the church had received enough donations to afford more bunkbeds, he would get new furniture and eventually roommates. The teen wanted to enjoy this peace and solitude as long as it would last, but sadly he was only lying to himself. There was no peace and solitude because he was never alone. That fiend, who had the same appearance as a Rick sat currently on the windowsill and his glowing red eyes didn't leave Morty's frame for even a second. While it never failed to unnerve the brunet, he tried vehemently to ignore the stare as he quickly changed out of the school uniform and into his simple off-white nightgown. The altruistic clothing had confused him the first time that he had experienced it, but he figured that it was just something that would be expected to fit with the entire image of this church. Also, he really couldn't complain because those clothes were a gift from the people that allowed him to stay here and fed him with the only payback being attending to classes and the sermons. Instead of questioning it, he should just gratefully accept it – which he honestly did. After kneeling in front of his bed and saying his evening prayer – ignoring the chuckles and whatever commentary the demon in his room saw fit – he quickly crawled under the covers. Turning onto his side with his back facing the fiendish intruder, he hoped that sleep would claim him quickly again. However, he couldn't help but feel the intense stare of the other burning through the cover, the night clothes and his very being. It was unnerving enough to keep him awake. While he still couldn't see the other, he felt that he was nearing his bed now. Morty clenched his eyes shut tightly, hoping to blend the demon out. Just don't react to him and his games! Just fall asleep quickly! Even when the brunet told this to himself, a gasp escaped him as he felt a touch on his back. It didn't really feel like a hand or anything solid. It was hard to describe, just a certain sensation. He could feel how it stroked down his back then back up again, light enough that it could have been mistaken for just a breath of air if it weren't so insistent. "Oh, come on, Morty. You don't really need to sleep yet, do you?" The voice was so close to his ear that he could vividly imagine the demon leaning over him now. No! He had to be steadfast this time and not give in to him! Morty could feel the touch wandering over his shoulder and stroking down his chest now. His body shuddered and for a moment, he really believed that a hand had slipped underneath his nightgown and was caressing his skin. "Stop that! Please, just leave me alone." Again, he was glad that he didn't have to share the room with anyone or his roommates would declare that he was crazy for talking to himself like this. The Demon Rick merely chuckled and didn't even dream about letting off. "Don't be like that, Morty. You're just upset that it's not your beloved Father Specs, who's doing this to you, am I right?" Color rose to Morty's cheeks at the bold accusation and he couldn't entirely deny it even if he also refused to admit it aloud. "I know, I know. You want him to touch you, have his hands all over your body…" The faint sensation roamed all over his skin. "…lick and kiss your soft skin and then have him just fuck you into the mattress." Morty whimpered. Not only from the words but also from the teasing that he could clearly feel against his hardening nipples. "No…stop…" He weakly protested. The incorporeal appendage slid lower, gliding over his stomach. "I know that you don't really mean that, Morty. You don't want me to stop." When it was just close of reaching his swelling member, Morty turned onto his back. Not able to ignore the demon any longer, he looked up at him. Indeed as he had imagined, the fiendish Rick had crawled on the bed and was kneeling over him now, pupils in the shape of diamonds blown wide and accented by a ring of unearthly red. A wide grin showed off his pointy yellowed teeth and if it wasn't for that, those eyes and the horns on his head, Morty could have convinced himself that this was just a Rick and not some kind of otherworldly creature that loomed over him right now. The demon's eyes wandered his body up and down, gaze lingering for a moment on the erection that tried to poke through the nightgown and that stare made the boy shudder as it always did. "What are you waiting for, Morty? Touch yourself, I know you want to." Even though, he knew that he shouldn't, the throbbing between his legs was too insistent to just ignore it any longer, so he gave in and peeled the gown up until his erection sprang free and he had unhindered access to it. "That's right. Show yourself to me how you want the good Father to see you…" A whimpered escaped Morty as he reached down and avoided looking at the fiend. He didn't want the other to look at him right now and especially didn't want Father Specs to see him like this! …although he couldn't ignore that the thought of the priest watching him send another wave of heat through his body. Clenching his eyes shut and biting his lower lip, he pumped his heated flesh, feeling disappointed in himself as he realized how easily he had given in to the demon's temptation and sin once again. By Rick, he really was weak-willed! His eyes snapped open on their own accord as he felt a strong sensation on his hand that was aiding him in his movements, making Morty grip himself harder and stroking faster and he gasped and his poor heart almost stopped in his chest as he was greeted by Demon Rick's eyes since the other was so close that he was practically in his face right now. "C'mon, Morty! Let me hear you." The fiend urged him. "Your beloved Father Specs would also want to hear his Little Lamb calling out for him." "N-no…" Vehemently, he shook his head, not wanting to give the demon any more satisfaction than he already did and bit into the knuckles of his free hand. "Tsk! So stubborn…we'll see how long that lasts…" The immaterial hand released him again and Demon Rick sat up, causing Morty to stare up at him in confusion. Still, he didn't stop his actions, his hand still pleasing himself as if on automatic. Another shudder wrecked his body though with the way that the devil looked down on him. "Let me make this better for you. I know exactly what you want…" A stronger sensation of touch wandered up both of Morty's legs and as soon as they reached his thighs, the demon forced them to part. "Ah!" Morty felt even more vulnerable and exposed like this, embarrassment flaring up full force again. "You want the good Father to do this to you, don't you Morty?" Try as he might, Morty couldn't fight against the demon's hold, his grip so strong and tangible that he feared it would actually leave handprints on the skin of his thighs. "You wanna spread your legs for him wide like a good little slut." The words and the new position didn't leave the boy unaffected and shamefully, he noticed how wet he was, precum dripping from him like a tiny river and running over the hand that was still fisting his cock. He could feel it twitch in his hold when a tiny moan escaped the demon's lips as he regarded him with a hungry gaze again. "Fuck! You really look good like this, Morty…" He moved forward, laying between the boy's splayed legs. "So wet…" The boy's eyes turned wide and his hips bucked reflexively as Demon Rick suddenly licked over his erection. It was the weirdest feeling, certainly not like an actual tongue even though Morty hadn't experienced what that felt like yet. With a groan, the demon stopped again, probably feeling frustrated that he wasn't able to taste the boy for real. Still, Morty silently wished that he would do it again. "I would love to suck your dick right now like I know you want Father Specs to suck it. Too bad that I can't in this form." He honestly sounded and looked upset now. "But I guess, I can still give you something else instead…" His previously saddened expression was replaced by a diabolical-looking grin that made Morty honestly feel scared. When Demon Rick grabbed his wrist and dislodged the fist that was previously clamped between the boy's teeth, the brunet began to protest. "No! No, please! Don't! I don't want that!" Even if he had no idea what the fiend had planned, he was sure that he didn't want it – that he wasn't ready for it because he never was! His pleas were unsurprisingly ignored and Demon Rick managed, with a bit of trickery, for two fingers to uncurl. "Here! Let me show you what you really want!" Morty screeched as without warning, the digits were forced dry into his ass and the mixed feeling of pain and pleasure made him cum. Losing his sight to blinding whiteness, he could feel his insides squeezing around his fingers and his semen spurting on his chest and stomach. "There you go, baby." If the demon was upset that he finished too quickly, he didn't show it, his voice sounding very pleased and accomplished. It took the teen a while to find properly back to reality again and when he did he winced as he slowly withdrew his fingers from inside him again. With less haste then he liked, he covered himself with his nightgown again and slid from the bed. The demon likewise had stood up and watched the boy in amusement now, how he kneeled in prayer in front of his bed again, elbows resting on the crumbled sheets. With a painful throb between his legs, stickiness on his chest and stomach and sweat cooling on his flushed skin, Morty asked the One True Rick for forgiveness, ignoring every jab that Demon Rick threw at him – no matter how true his accusations were. Even after finishing and crawling back under the covers again, trying to ignore the presence in his room, it took Morty a long while till he could finally find slumber. His restless dreams were haunted by ruby eyes…

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Guilty Pleasures – Chapter 2: Caught Red Handed

Warnings: Rick/Morty smut, heavy non-con/dub-con and rape, masturbation, gas lighting, praise kink, dirty talk, one-sided pining, mentions to past trauma, for this chapter also unsafe wax play and mentions of past character death

Guilty Pleasures – Chapter 2: Caught Red Handed "N-no…stop that!" A shouted whisper and whimpers penetrated the silence of the sanctuary. Morty was sitting on the altar only illuminated by the surrounding candles while the rest of the chancel was plunged in darkness. He knew that he shouldn't even be here at this late hour, yet he had left the dorms for a small prayer in the holy halls. After igniting some candles and praying properly on his knees, feeling blessed that this time it wasn't interrupted by the demon's murmurings, he planned to take his leave again. However, the devil at his side had other plans. "Tks! Pretending that you're praying when you only came here to think about the good Father again…" Unearthly pressure was on his back, weighing him closer towards the altar. "Thinking about him finding you here and then bending you over the altar and fucking your brains out, eh Morty?" "W-what? No…I-I wasn't…!" Unwillingly, he gave in to the pressure and stumbled a few steps forward until he felt like he was wedged between the altar and an invisible force. He felt that unbidden touch roam over his body, starting from his behind, going over his hips and aiming for his groin. A squeak escaped him and he clawed at the cloth that rested atop the wooden surface as if it could safe him. "No! D-don't do that!" "No need to act so coy, Morty. I know that you want this. That you love it~" "I don't—" He interrupted himself with a moan and rose on the tip of his toes as if it would help him escape the sensations on his crotch. "…n-not there…" A low chuckle was his answer and he felt his body reacting to the immaterial hands. He hung his head and moaned in shame as his member filled out and rose, fighting against the front of the off-white nightgown that he wore. Not able to resist the temptation, one of his hands pressed against the greeting bulge and he could feel it twitch through the cloth when the fiend whispered a "that's right" and "good boy" in his ear. He could feel the otherworldly touch at the back of his hand as if the demon was trying to guide his movements, but it soon left again. "I have a fantastic idea for you, Little Lamb…" Demon Rick practically purred, loving to address him by the nickname that only the priest had for Morty. "Hop on the altar!" "What? Why?" The brunet forced his hand away from his hidden erection and turned his head to look at the demon that was towering above him. "Don't question it! Just do it, Morty!" An eye-roll. "You're going to love this." Reluctant, but feeling as if he had no real choice, Morty turned around and put his palms on the hard surface, lifting his body up to sit on the altar as instructed. Another praise – "good boy" – caused a wave of heat to rush through his body and he looked down at his tented lap, unable to maintain eye contact with the other. If he wouldn't have averted his gaze, he would have been able to see a typical broad grin on Demon Rick's face. "Come on, Morty. Get that stupid thing out of the way." With more hesitancy than before, the teen fumbled to grasp the hem of the garment and pulled it up. He figured that it was probably best to do that, so he wouldn't soil it, ignoring that he already left small stains of pre on the fabric and that the demon clearly thought about easier access than about dirty clothes. Next the barely feasible force coaxed him to lift one of his legs up and shifting his balance, he placed the heel at the edge of the altar, feeling too exposed in this new position to feel comfortable at all. "Don't be so uncreative now, Morty. C'mon, touch yourself." Unable to keep his balance and holding up the gown at the same time, he took a corner of it between his teeth to have one hand free. Even though he knew that he really shouldn't, his cock was leaking and begging to be touched. So, he took hold of the stiff flesh and gave it a few slow pumps. His whine was muffled and his hand stroked faster, only pausing one moment for his thumb to rub over the sensitive head. He could see the barely visible hand wrap around his wrist, the light pressure there aiding his movements. Morty made the mistake to look up, staring directly into dark rubies that were intently fixed on him. Those eyes – or rather the look in them – always managed to frighten but also arouse him at the same time. …also there was something very familiar about it. Forcing himself to look away again, he focused once more on his self-gratification, biting a little harder on the cloth in his mouth and knowing full well how shamed he would feel again after this was over. However, the sin that was in the midst of being committed didn't seem to be enough for the fiend and suddenly Morty felt the pressure around his wrist grow as the other forced his hand away from his heated cock again. The boy emitted a desperate whine, but could do little else. While the demon's touches often felt only as light as a breeze and wasn't tangible enough to move any objects in this realm, there were times where he seemed to gain power – usually at the time when Morty was sinning – and his touch began to feel more solid. At the moment, the brunet felt like an actual hand was grabbing him, tight enough that he worried it might leave bruises and the light fabric fell from his mouth. "Wh-what are you doing?" "I just thought of something that you're gonna enjoy even more." Morty's eyes widened as his hand was guided towards one lit candle on one of the nearby candle stands. "N-no…stop that!" He wouldn't put it past the demon that he was going to hurt him – in fact, he's done it before, forcing the brunet into literal self-flagellation at one point. "Stop crying, dipshit!" Demon Rick chastised and led the human boy's hand not as expected into the burning flame, but towards the cylindrical block of wax, using his second hand to make him hold onto it. "Nothing wrong with a little bit of wax play." Again, there was little that Morty could do as the demon steered his own hand back towards his half-naked body. He only squirmed and pleaded with the other as he watched how the candle dangerously tipped. A scream ripped from his throat when hot drops of wax landed on the inside of his thigh. "NO! NO! PLEASE STOP, RICK!!" "Oh, but we haven't even begun now, Little Lamb." The demon moved his hands even lower between his legs, not caring about all the wax that dribbled on the floor now. "I think you're ready for something nice and big now…" Breath stuck in his throat when the brunet realized what the other planned and he whimpered in a mix of arousal and fear. He didn't want this. He wasn't ready for that yet! "Morty?" It was the voice of a Rick, but it didn't belong to the demon. "Is that you, my Little Lamb?" Blood froze in his veins and as if a deer caught in headlights, Morty could only stare wide-eyed at the last person, who should have caught him here like this. He could only imagine what kind of sight he was to him now, but there was no doubt that even in the dimmed halls, the other could see him clear as day. Could see how he sat, alone on the altar, his nightgown drawn upwards and exposing his slim legs and lower body, the flickering candle light casting shadows over his form as he unsteadily held one cylinder of wax in his shaking hand, its bottom dangerously close to his entrance and the priest couldn't deny that the possible intentions of what he planned to do with it were not lost on him. "F-F-Father!! I-I-I can explain!" No, he couldn't because this was exactly what it looked like. Claiming that a demon made him do it, would only sound like a poor excuse and he might get off easier if he just owned up to his sin. He was a sinner anyway and couldn't deny that he had been thinking about the priest when he touched himself… "My child…please move down from the altar and cover yourself…" Father Specs' voice sounded calm, but the brunet was sure that he must be furious on the inside…or at least upset. Hurriedly, he climbed down from the altar – almost dropping the candle in his haste – and pulled his robe back down. It was so embarrassing to think that the priest had seen him not only in this state of undress, but also in this compromising position. Without a single word exchanged between them, the elder helped him in tidying up the desecrated sanctuary and putting out the candles again. The air felt so tense and the blush on Morty's face must have become permanent. He was bracing himself for the other finally to speak up, giving him a punishment before sending him to bed, or maybe just telling him how disappointed in him he was now – anything. "My Little Lamb…" There it was. "I believe that we should go to my office and have a talk now." The brunet gulped, but trailed after Father Specs without complaint, the shame hanging on his shoulders like a heavy boulder – well, actually the Demon was leaning on it although he was weightless. Obviously, the other was amused by the whole ordeal again, cackling in what could only be schadenfreude and Morty wished that he could tell him off for this, silently blaming the fiend all the way, until they reached the office. The walk wasn't long and mere minutes later they arrived, the priest holding the door open before following him inside and closing it again. "Please have a seat." The priest mentioned towards a chair that stood across from his desk. Morty followed the invitation while Father Specs sat down as well. Silence reigned again as the boy studied the grain of the wooden desk, not able to look the priest in the eyes. He didn't know if the other was waiting for him to talk or if he had to think about the proper words on how to address this topic. Whatever it may have been, the brunet remained silent and so the Father began. "My child, I understand that you feel deeply ashamed for what you have done." He could only nod, still not looking up and making himself as small as he could – not that it would help him. "Let me tell you, Little Lamb, that I am not ignorant." The priest continued. "As it is in the nature of humans to sin, I know that all Ricks are very prone to do so, but this also goes for you Mortys. However, often there is a root for that sin." Eyes cast at his lap now, Morty fiddled with his gown. Certainly, there was more understanding for catching a teen masturbating when knowing that his hormones were the sole source of his horniness. That was just how nature was. However, it wasn't normal to fantasize about an alternate version of your grandfather, who was also a priest, while doing it. "I may not always be able to help, but just talking about it tends to lessen the burden." Shyly, the brunet dared to raise his gaze and Father Specs' face was full of understanding. "No matter how shameful it may be to you or if you feel like it is something that you can't even share in the confessional booth, we can talk about this freely here and there won't be any judgement." Eyes still filled with insecurity, he pleadingly looked up at the elder, wishing that he could actually tell him. Father Specs stood up from his chair and rounded the desk, kneeling down so he was eye to eye with him now. "You know, Little Lamb, you can confide in me. No matter what it may be, that troubles you. The words spoken here will stay inside this room. There is no need for shame." Morty was torn between getting lost in those warm blue eyes and averting his gaze again in utter nervousness. The way that Father Specs looked at him, made him feel as if the other could see every sin that he committed, every sinful thought that he ever had, as clearly as reading the words written in the book of the One True Rick. Was it possible…did he actually know of the source of Morty's shame. "C'mon! Just go ahead and tell him! Tell him how you want him to bend you over that desk and take you right now!!" The demon's voice was no aid at the moment and he ignored it. Had to ignore it. "F-Fa-Father Specs! I-I—" His voice trembled. Quickly, the priest grabbed his sweating hands, grasping them tightly in what was surely meant as a reassuring gesture. "It is okay, my child. Just take a deep breath and say what you need to." His face felt so hot and again he was torn between the choice of enjoying the contact or ripping his hands out of the other's grasp. He took a shuddering breath, "I…", swallowed the heavy lump that slowly rose up his throat, threatening to cut off his voice and suffocate him, "…I…I'm…", holding contact with those blue orbs was no longer possible and he looked anywhere other than at the priest, "I'm sorry, but I can't…" Morty lost all nerve, not having it in himself to confess these unbidden feelings to the man that they were directed at. Unsurprisingly, a chuckle reached his ears, the demon finding amusement in his antics again. "You're such a chicken shit, Morty." It tutted. "If you want him to bang you then just tell him!" With a barely audible sigh, Father Specs let go of his hands again and rose, bringing a small distance between them. He took off his glasses and let them rest on the desktop, rubbing the back of his nose and closing his eyes, looking like he was in deep thought. Morty had heard rumors that Father Specs only ever took his glasses off when he got serious. Was the other angry at him now? Was he going to get in trouble for not telling? Would he force the answers out of him now? Maybe he did know all along and wanted to give Morty the chance to come clean about it, to repent by confessing and now that he refused, he would be punished… His breath was stuck in his throat as Father Specs stopped rubbing the bridge of his nose and turned his gaze once more on him. "Morty…" He went rigid since it was the first time that the priest addressed him by his actual name. "…while I will not go into detail, please know that you are not the only boy with problems that came here. I know of what burdens some of you have been plagued with and I also know that it is not easy to talk about it because you might feel shamed or even that you're laden with sin because of it." Oh holy Rick, he did know! "Perhaps, it might help you talk more freely, if I just ask you questions and you can chose to answer them no matter with how many or few words you feel comfortable with?" He forced himself to breathe again, but his throat felt parched, so instead of replying verbally, Morty could only shakily nod his head. "Okay, then I will be direct with you. Did your Rick ever touch you? Inappropriately?" "Whu-wha—?" Wait! That was what he had been thinking was troubling Morty? "N-no! Nothing like that! I mean, it wasn't—" Again, the small teen averted his gaze. "It's not like he actually did anything to me…" It was weird that this was suddenly brought to the forefront. No one had asked him about his deceased Rick and he hadn't dared thinking much about him anymore, too occupied with the teachings of the church – or rather his feelings for Father Specs – and dealing with that insistent demon. Said demon, narrowed his eyes at the sudden change in topic even though the boy couldn't see it. "You don't have to tell him anything, Morty." He hissed, his voice low. He knew that he probably shouldn't, but on the other hand, he never had the chance to talk about this with anyone. "I…he…I-I shouldn't be talking bad about someone deceased…" "It is okay, Little Lamb." Father Specs reassured him calmly. "As I said, this word is only between you, me and our holy lord, The One True Rick. No one will shame your Rick nor you, no matter what you're going to tell me now." "I…it's just…" It was a struggle to find the proper words without giving off the wrong impression. "It-it wasn't really like that. As I said, i-it's not like he did anything. He-he just…" "Watch what you're saying, Morty! This is none of this priest's business!!" The voice sounded almost threatening. "I-I-I'm sure it wasn't even anything! I probably just imagined it!" Now Morty was just trying to justify it to himself, talking himself out of over interpreting the things that his Rick had done. "Just…sometimes I just had the feeling that he was touching me for longer than necessary. Not inappropriately! Just, more than he actually needed to do… Or-or there were those times, when he just stood closer to me—or-or his looks. Just the way he looked at me…" He could remember that one time, when he had been caged in by his grandfather's arms and the other just looked down at him. Just staring straight into his eyes and his gaze was so full of…something like hunger. This certain stare that he had grown even more familiar to since another certain someone would constantly look at him like that. Those dark ruby eyes… "Wasn't that was you always wanted though, Morty? Having all of your grandpa's attention on you." The eyes, which so often looked at him in the exact same way, had turned aflame and bore into him. "Don't go and complain to another Rick about it now!" "No! No! I didn't want that!" Morty shook his head frantically, hands fisting brown locks in frustration and tears were rising in his eyes, but refusing to fall. "I never asked for that!!" "Morty, it's okay." Father Specs was suddenly in front of him again, holding his wrist and trying to calm him down again. "I know, my dear child. I know you didn't ask for it. None of you precious boys ever did." Tears were finally falling as Morty looked at the priest. "I'm sorry…" He was drawn into the robe-clad chest of the other and a gentle hand threaded through his hair. "There is nothing that you need to apologize for, Little Lamb. Nothing that you would need to be forgiven for." Morty only continued to cry into the black fabric. While he should feel happy about being comforted by this man, all he could do was feel like a hypocrite. He didn't deserve this kindness. Not when he had equally sinful thoughts about the priest, who was holding him right now. When all he wanted was for the other to gaze at him like that. The demon only rolled his eyes as he viewed the sappy scene, still seeming very pissed off. "No need to be so theatrical! It's not like anything had happened!!" He huffed as the duo continued to ignore him. "You wish you had been touched…" he muttered under his breath. "…and I'll make sure that you're wish comes true, Morty…" Father Specs let him off to bed without any punishment in the end and Morty prayed that tonight's events would be forgiven before slipping under the covers, noticing that the fiend had become quiet…yet his aura emitted great danger. Ignorant as he was, he didn't understand where the demon's wrath stemmed from and only hoped that it wasn't directed at him…

AN: In case there's any confusion why Father Specs suddenly asked about Morty's Rick, he's been just adding a few things together, like when he touched him and Morty flinched (see last chapter) and he also heard Morty when he had shouted for (Demon) Rick to stop. Just wanted to clear this up in case I lost someone there. Also, safety note: please don't use regular candles for wax play since you'll get burns from them. Standard candles get hotter than special ones made for wax play, so please use appropriate (and approved) ones if you're into that sort of thing and stay safe.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Guilty Pleasures – Chapter 1: His Problem

AN: This story was inspired by this pic by @peachium / @madchrison​ . This was my first time writing a church AU fic, but you can never have enough of those, so here we go. Also, I won't deny that Left_Handed_Rick's fanfic "Confirmation" (which is tons better than this piece of trash) influenced some of my writing ^^' Also special thanks to MrsSundae for letting me run some parts of this story through with her first (your support always gives me so much confidence)! Warnings: (for the entire story) Rick/Morty smut, heavy non-con/dub-con and rape, masturbation, gas lighting, praise kink, dirty talk, one-sided pining, mentions to past trauma and it's generally a very dark fic, so read at your own discretion Summary: Church AU: Choir Boy Morty has a shameful crush on a Priest Rick. However, that isn't his only problem since he's also haunted by a Demon Rick at the same time, who can't be heard or seen by anyone else but him…

Guilty Pleasures – Chapter 1: His Problem "Please forgive me, oh One True Lord, for my sins…" A low cackle was in his ears. He sat on his knees in front of his bed, elbows resting on the crumbled sheets as he held his hands in prayer. "…I have…touched myself…" "And enjoyed every minute of it!" Another cackle. The fine sheen of sweat on his skin, the flush on his cheeks that hadn't quite receded yet and tousled brown locks spoke loud and clear of the sin that he had just committed. "…and…and I had…inappropriate thoughts about…about Father Specs while I did it…" "You were imagining how he sucked your little dick and fucked your tight little ass all this time, didn't you?" The voice mocked him. He clenched his eyes shut tightly, his body slightly shivering from the cold that seeped through his nightgown, as the slowly drying sweat rapidly cooled down. "…please, One True Lord, help me resist these sinful thoughts…" "Oh, but they're such nice thoughts." He tried to ignore the voice the best he could. "…and guide me back on the rightful path again…" "Don't worry, you are on the right path, Little Lamb." It sounded reassuring, but all wrong. He swallowed heavily, then took a deep breath. "Amen." Not waiting for another response, he quickly crawled on his bed and under the covers, the proof of his sin, still sticky on his stomach. Nonetheless, he tried to ignore it, turning on his side and hoping that sleep would catch him swiftly. The voice was quiet now, but that didn't mean that he still couldn't feel the presence in the room. Yet, the only thing that he could do was try to ignore it as well…

Morty stood in row next to his brothers, who looked hardly any different from him, clad in the same boys' school uniform, which was too big on his small frame. For some reason, he was smaller than what was seen as "the average Morty" even though Mortys were already short to begin with and these clothes made him appear even more fragile and dwarfed. However, he wouldn't complain and just be grateful to be given clothes in the first place. Of course, they only had these uniforms in one size and he couldn't expect them to make an exception for him and invest extra money that wasn't there to get him a custom sized one. "…and he was warmed, but not by the blessed rays of the sun, but from lust. His reddened skin burning as if alighted by the flames of hell and his sinful thoughts punished his body with fever and nauseating sickness…" He listened intently to the sermon, his eyes never leaving the preaching Priest Rick for even a second. Since everyone, who lived on the Citadel usually listened to either the name Rick or Morty, people have been addressing each other with dimension numbers or with nicknames. The nickname that this Rick was given was Father Specs, thanks to the thin-framed glasses that he wore. "…so do not let yourself be led into temptation because the One True Rick teaches us that only his holy touch is blessed and…" Just being able to hear his voice felt like a blessing for the small choir boy. "Hahaha! This is always so funny to watch!" The voice was directly in his right ear. "Really. Just too cute to see how you're always starring at him all dreamily like that!" He tried to ignore it and kept paying attention to Father Specs' words instead. However, the voice didn't like to be ignored. Morty stiffened when he felt the touch of a hand gliding down the front of his shirt, his eyes turning wide and a blush staining his cheeks. "I bet you wish that you two were alone right now…" The touch trailed lower. "…just the two of you and that he would look at you, giving all his attention to you~" The brunet squeaked, causing Father Specs' blue eyes to turn on him briefly. Shamefully, he averted his gaze, not being able to look at the other and more heat gather in his cheeks. "Ahahaha!" Without a doubt, the voice enjoyed Morty's embarrassment, finding it clearly amusing. While the hand let go of him, the voice came closer, whispering directly in his ear and the choir boy could swear that he felt its breath ghosting over his skin. "Just what would he think of you if he were to know what sinful thoughts you have about him? Hmm?" Morty squirmed on the spot, noticing the priest worriedly glancing over to him for a second time. As much as he loved listening to Father Specs, he started to wish that mess would be over quickly. The boy sighed. It was already shameful enough that he had a crush on one of the Priest Ricks of this church, but sadly that wasn't his only problem. HIS constant teasing was an almost bigger problem for him now. Unfortunately, there was little that the boy could do about it. In order to blend the humiliation out, his thoughts drifted back to the time when he had come to this church. They called it the "Church of the One True Rick". Of course, this unique religion – or rather Rickligion as it was christened now – existed only on the Citadel of Ricks and had been created as an answer to the Morty-founded Mortyism. Since Ricks couldn't forbid the Mortys from believing in their questionable god – at least not without risking an unnecessary protest and uproar of half of the population – they had the brilliant idea to just create their own form of belief and try to prove that it was better in every way. So eventually this church had been built and while it once had been the picture perfect symbol of Ricks' pettiness and unoriginality, its image had been slowly changed from a way to overcompensate for insecurities to a safe haven for those, who have lost all hope. They had started to take in Mortys, which the Reassignment Center refused, Morty Academy had given up on and that the Day Care couldn't be bothered with. Being merely second-class citizens, Mortys, who didn't have a Rick, technically had no rights, no employment and were usually forced to live in the slums also known as Morty Town. He was one such boy, who had no rights and no other place to go to. No Rick, no home dimension, just nothing. After failing graduation at Morty Academy, he had been fortunate enough to be taken in by the church instead of having to live on the streets. As such, he had found a new home in this place now. What he hadn't planned for was to also find love here. But honestly, how couldn't he? While the majority of the priests – all of them Ricks of course, mind you – were no different from the Ricks outside of the church walls, meaning that they were stern and treating the Mortys as if they were nuisances, this one particular Priest Rick that he had fallen for was different. Father Specs was kind and understanding and it was such a drastic difference to what he was used to – the only thing that he had known until then – that it honestly had made him reel in the beginning. Although, he treated all Mortys with this much consideration – offering that the door to his office was always open and he would lend them his ear – it still always made him feel special when the priest showed any kindness to him. Morty was hopeless lost and head over heels for him. Of course, there was no way that he could ever tell him that and confess his feelings. So naturally, this was a huge problem for the poor teen. …well, one of his big problems that is. After mess was over, everyone began to leave the chancel, Morty slowly trailing after the other choir boys. Pointedly, he glared up at the figure beside him. "Why did you have to do that?!" He hissed sharply, but quietly enough that no one else should be able to hear. Lips arched upwards in a smirk, looking almost diabolical as he stared down at him. The yellowed teeth were glinting and sharp like those of a predatory animal. He was tall, the wounded horns on top if his head only making him look more imposing and being such a stark contrast to the suit that he wore. It was weird to see him in such a formal outfit since the only time that the brunet had seen someone like him wear that was at the funeral… This was Morty's other problem. The demonic Rick that no one but him could hear or see. And he had no explanation as to why. Shortly after he had joined the church, the demon just suddenly appeared in front of him and had been sticking to him ever since then, never leaving his side. It was quite taxing to the boy, especially since the other seemed to find entertainment in annoying and publically humiliating him. His most fond topic was the boy's unfortunate interested in Father Specs. "Little Lamb?" The boy almost jumped when said priest suddenly appeared next to him. "Are you feeling alright?" Once more, a flush travelled to the brunet's face. His actual nickname was Small Morty, though most people just stuck to calling him "Runt" instead. However, Father Specs had chosen to give him a nickname of his own and would always call him Little Lamb. It made Morty feel more special than he had any right to be. "I-I'm fine. Thank you, Father Specs." He flinched from how squeaky his voice came out. The priest didn't look entirely convinced. "You know, if you ever need to talk about your troubles with someone, you can always come to me." Morty averted his eyes, clearly hearing a snickering from his right side. Oh how he wished that he could unload the burden of his heart on Father Specs, but obviously, he couldn't. There was no way that he could tell the priest about his inappropriate feelings for him nor the sinful thoughts that he entertained in the darkest hour of the night. It was something that he didn't even dare to bring to the confessional booth, too afraid that Father Specs would be the attending priest that would hear his confession. "Th-thank you for the offer, Father Specs, but I'm r-really fine." Father Specs regarded him again with a gaze that spoke how little he bought the lie. Opening his mouth for another reply, the priest brought his hand to the boy's shoulder in what he surely thought was a reassuring gesture. However, the sudden touch made the youth gasp and flinch and words lost on his tongue, Father Specs withdrew his hand as if he had been burned. Morty flushed anew with shame for his behavior while the priest gaped at him for a moment. Then the older man cleared his throat. "Even if my office isn't the confessional booth, whatever we talk about in there will be treated with the same confidentiality. So please do not be afraid even if you feel that it might be shameful to speak about it." "Oh, so shameful indeed~" The voice from his other side singsonged again. How the priest phrased it made Morty fear that he had already been found out. That Father Specs was looking right through him and knew! He swallowed heavily. "I-I really appreciate your kind offer, Father. I…will think about it…" Father Specs gave a firm nod. Then he briefly stopped when their ways parted. "I hope to see you soon then, my child." Morty was the one, who nodded this time. Satisfied with that response, the priest walked off and the teen look after him. If possible, he would like to avoid talking privately about his troubles with him for a very long time…

AN: Originally, I wanted to post the entire thing as a oneshot, but since it turned out too long (13k+ words), I decided to cut it down in (uneven-lengthened) chapters now. Otherwise, no one would read it…

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Convincing

AN: As promised I've turned this into a mini-series, because I just love shipping our cute Rookie Cop Rick with the Miamis. This time Miami Rick has the pleasure. BTW it's not necessary to have read the previous part of this series since there's barely a connection between the two. Warnings: Rick-cest (Miami Rick / (Rookie) Cop Rick), oral and anal smut, handcuffs, bits of praise kink and daddy kink, slightly non-con/dub-con, hints of Rick/Morty Summary: Miami Rick is about to strike a great business deal in a club on the Citadel of Ricks. However, a nosy Cop Rick threatens to get between that. So, he decides to convince the cute police officer personally to just forget about it – in his own way, of course.

Convincing The club was filled with loud music and moving people. It was in this mass of bodies, in one of the hottest clubs on the Citadel that Miami Rick had chosen to strike one of his best business deals to date. Everything would just go perfectly, or at least so he thought. A tug on the sleeve of his jacket brought his attention to his Morty, who was at his side. Usually, he would have made a remark about it because Rick hated to be interrupted while he was in the middle of business – even if it was his "Princess", who did it – but as he followed the tanned finger of his boy, any words died in his throat. Through the crowd of dancing Ricks and Mortys, a police officer was working his way slowly towards him, his head moving one direction or the other, as if searching for something. No doubt the cops had gotten a tip that something big was going to go down in the club tonight and Miami Rick would be damned if he let them ruin it for him. "Should I go and take care of him. I'm sure that I can convince him to leave again." His Morty offered over the loud music. Of course, Rick knew what his boy meant by "convincing him". He would use his pretty body to get him all hot and bothered and keep him at least distracted for a while. It wasn't exactly unusual and a tactic that the two often used. However, there was something about this Cop Rick that made him seem different from the usual ones that they took on. He just couldn't point his finger on it, but his interest was piqued. "I'll take care of him. You keep the clients entertained." Rick said, before he made his way casually over to the police officer that was still looking for some shady business happenings. "You look a little lost, officer. Maybe I can help you." Miami Rick casually said with a grin. The cop frowned at him before he answered. "Thanks, but I'm good." With the intent to continue his search, he tried to push past the other Rick, but Miami would have none of that. He grabbed his arm and almost hissed in his ear. "Oh, but I insist. I'm a good friend of the owner, so please allow me to help you out." The way how he punctuated every word and tightened the grip on his arm, told Cop Rick that he'd end up getting hurt pretty soon if he shouldn't follow this Rick. At any rate, this guy was awfully suspicious, so he turned his full attention back on him again. He was probably a decoy, but if he could get information out of him that would be fine, too. "Okay, maybe you can help me." "Fine." Miami Rick grinned. "Let's go and talk somewhere a little more private." With that, he led the Cop Rick through the crowd, aiming for one specific door slightly at the back of the club while making sure that the other wouldn't get out of his grasp. Fortunately, the police officer didn't even think about trying to get away and obediently followed. Miami Rick actually liked that and wondered about other aspects where he would like the other to follow his directions this easily – his thoughts were mainly drifting towards the bedroom… Finally reaching his destination, he opened the heavy door and pulled the other with him. They were outside again, in a small back alley of the club. "What the—? Why did you bring me out here?" Cop Rick demanded. Miami Rick grinned as the steel door fell shut behind him. "Just tell me how much you want." He asked in a business manner. "Excuse me?" "How much money is needed to keep your mouth shut?" The man with the sunglasses was being more direct now. "Or do you rather want drugs or girls? In can pay you in whatever you want." Cop Rick's eyes narrowed. "That is bribery of an officer." "So it is." The other replied with ease and still waited what the cop would be asking for to leave and act as if nothing has ever happened here. "Then you should also know that this is punishable by law. Turn around." "What?" Miami Rick didn't expect that answer. Likewise, he didn't expect being suddenly flipped around and roughly shoved against the brick wall of the building while his hands were cuffed behind his back. "You have the right to—" Cop Rick began to recite what he had learned at the academy and told him his rights while Miami only rolled his eyes. 'Oh god! He's actually a goody-two-shoes cop. I thought only Morty Cops would be like that. Never heard of a Rick Cop that wasn't corrupt…' "Hold on a second, officer." He interrupted the other. "Before you drive me to the police station, I'm sure we could talk about this again, all right?" Cop Rick frowned. "You're just making this worse for yourself." "Before you decide that just hear me out. I'll make it worth your time." With a smirk he turned around to face the police officer again who still only frowned at him, but didn't decline yet. Dropping on his knees – and vaguely thinking that he would have to bring his white pants to the cleaners after this – he continued. "You won't regret it, officer. I'm gonna take good care of you." With expertise, he then bent forward and gripped the zipper of the cop's blue pants with his teeth and pulled them down in one fluid motion while keeping eye contact with the other over the rim of his mirrored sunglasses. Seeing Cop Rick's eyes widening at the gesture, he knew that the other finally understood what he was talking about. "Hold on a second! What do you think you're doing?!" Cop Rick yelled with a blush on his face now. Grabbing the kneeling Rick's hair in both hands, he pulled him away from his crotch again. "Oh, don't worry, officer. I'm not gonna bite. I'll play nice. No tricks. And if I don't behave, you're free to blow my brains out right here and now. Not like there's any witnesses around." The police officer still couldn't believe that the other was offering him this. That wasn't to say that he didn't feel at least a little flattered. However, Cop Rick wasn't that kind of Rick. And he wasn't one of those corrupt cops like his ex-partner had been. …well, at least he didn't engage in this sort of affairs usually. Shamefully, he felt reminded of the events with that one pretty Morty from a few months ago though. This scene was just painfully similar. Just what was suddenly up with people being so eager to suck his dick?! Grinning like a shark, Miami Rick didn't wait for a reply from the dumbstruck police officer and dove back to the other's opened fly. He buried his face in Cop Rick's crotch and reached out with his tongue to lick over the still covered length – as much as he could possibly reach of it. "H-hey!" Again, Cop Rick tried to steer the other's head away from his sensitive lower body, while his face glowed like a traffic light. To his stacking misery, he could feel himself getting hard from the treatment. It didn't really help that he felt once more reminded of the fact that he was living all by himself and was therefore pretty lonely. Yet, while it was so tempting, he really shouldn't give in. He couldn't just ignore his duties. Not again like that last time! However, even as he kept tugging insistently at the blue spikes, Miami Rick didn't budge this time and kept being persistent. Motivated by feeling the other's dick filling and rising, Miami suckled on the pulsing flesh through the thin boxer shorts. While he certainly knew how to suck cock, his current circumstances were less than stellar with his hands still cuffed behind his back and the cop's pants still on. However, he wouldn't be who he was if he couldn't manage this. Ignoring the adamant pulling on his hair, he continued to let his tongue trail up and down the stiff member. The underwear became wet from his saliva, but not only from that alone as he could already taste something salty. Face still crammed inside the other's fly, he took a deep breath through his nose and released it with a groan again as the other's musky scent entered his nostrils. Cop Rick whimpered pathetically as he felt the vibrations that this sound caused. "Jeez…cut that out already!" Unfortunately, all his tugging and pulling was in vain…however, he began to notice himself that he was only doing it halfheartedly now. Miami could practically hear how flustered the cop was in his voice – and additionally from the small sounds that he emitted – and felt already victorious. …also, he really wanted to hear more of that. Who would have thought that he not only looked, but also sounded this cute? More motivated than ever (and also slightly frustrated), he tried to free the still hidden flesh for easier access. With a talent that only few possessed, he located the small slit in the underwear with his tongue and maneuvered the hard length after some tries successfully through it. He echoed Cop Rick's loud moan with a soft one of his own as he greedily took the cock in his mouth, finally able to taste the other without any obstructions in the way. With the same kind of expertise as his best employees, he deepthroated the other, his head bopping up and down in a steady rhythm and his cheeks hollowing with each suck. The police officer meanwhile had given up all resistance, his hands only still in Miami's wild mane for the sake of having something to hold on to. Even though he bit his lower lip, he wasn't able to completely stifle all the sounds that tried to escape his throat. Okay, apparently people weren't only eager to suck his dick, but were also really talented at it. Cop Rick briefly had to wonder if he was doing something differently than usual. Did he buy a different aftershave? No, actually he's been using the same brand for years… There suddenly wasn't much thought left to ponder with when the other strengthened his efforts. Holy shit! His legs began to tremble and fearing that they might buckle underneath him, Cop Rick reached out with both hands to support himself on the wall now. Whatever kind of technique the other Rick was using, it was great. If he kept this up, it wouldn't take long until… Before he had the chance to finish that thought, the moist heat around his length was suddenly gone. With a quick movement, Miami Rick was up and standing again and spun them quickly around, pushing Cop Rick face first against the cold brick wall hard. In the time that he was on his knees, he had expertly managed to unlock one of the cuffs and had his hands free again. With equally deft movements, he plucked the gun from the other Rick's belt and held it against his head. "Shit!" the police officer cursed, as he realized his mistake. He was sure that he was done for now. Despite that assumption, the other chuckled and then whispered in his ear. "Don't worry, officer. I promised that I'd take good care of you." As if to prove his point, he threw the gun away, the blaster scratching over the asphalt till it came to a stop just short at the mouth of the alleyway. Holding back a laugh at Cop Rick's longing glance after the discarded weapon, he used his free hand to undo the other's belt, while still making sure to keep the police officer pinned. "Wh-what are you doing?!" The other Rick asked, brow furrowing. Shoving down the now opened pants and boxer shorts in one go, Miami replied. "No need to be so uptight about this. As I said, I'll be nice. You'll like it~" His hand squeezed one of the now bared asscheeks, making the Rick in uniform jump a bit before a single finger slipped between the mounds to trail along the crack. Cop Rick gasped as he felt the digit touch his entrance, face flushing instantly. There was no way to get out of this now, was there? At least not as long as Miami Rick was squishing him against the wall like this… "Guhh!" A gargled groan escaped him as the finger suddenly pushed into him and reflexively he clenched his teeth. The slender limb probed him for a moment before Miami tsked. "You know, you're not gonna enjoy it if you don't start relaxing a little…" Pulling the finger out again, he spit on it. Technically, he did have lube somewhere in his jacket pocket – he always had some of that stuff on hand – however, he didn't feel like looking for it right now. Besides, they were in a dirty ally, so might as well do this the filthy way. In a way, it felt relieving when the slicked up digit reentered him, the glide easier and the motions smoother now. Unconsciously, he relaxed a little, his insides not clamping down as tightly on the intruder anymore. "Good boy…" Miami Rick instantly noticed and praised him. "So good for your daddy, aren't you?" Another wave of heat reached the police officer's face. Leave it up to a Rick to use a common weakness to his advantage. Like most alternate versions of himself, Cop Rick also had developed a certain praise and daddy kink from the lack of approval that he received from his own father. So, needless to say that it was delightful to be praised like that and a shudder ran through his body. Knowingly, Miami continued to murmur praise in his ear, enjoying the other Rick's reactions. He loved hearing every small whimper and seeing how Cop Rick's fingers clawed at the bricks. Deciding that the other deserved a little more, he twisted his hand and curved his finger, seeking out that g spot. He found it quickly and the effect was immediate. "Aghn!" As his prostrate was teased, Cop Rick called out and threw his head in his neck. Tiny tears were running down his cheeks and his fully hard cock twitched in excitement. Holy fuck! This cop was really just too cute, Miami thought to himself. If he could get this reaction with one finger, he couldn't wait to fuck him. This thought brought his attention to his own erection, which was already straining against his white pants. It was really about time that he did something about that. Pushing a second finger into the cop's ass, he released his hold on other's back – confident that he wouldn't try to fight back anymore – and used his now free hand to open his own pants and release his length. Giving his dick a few relieving pumps, he shoved a third finger into Cop Rick's entrance, not having the patience to draw out this preparation for long. However, when he did let go of his dick, he took the time to search in his jacket for the small tube of lube, deciding that he did want to use it now. It didn't take Miami long to locate it and in swift motions, he uncapped the container and squeezed some of the gel on his hard shaft. He hissed as the cool substance touched his heated flesh since he hadn't bothered warming it up beforehand. Storing the lube safely again, he slicked up his cock with a few confident strokes. Pulling his three fingers out of the other, he quickly replaced them with his eager member. Without even giving him a warning, he entered Cop Rick in a single hard thrust, causing the other to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Miami groaned as his length was encased in the tight heat and stilled a moment to let them both adjust to the new sensations. "Holy fuck, you're so tight!" He cursed softly. "Are you a virgin?" "What?! Of course, I'm not, you idiot!" Cop Rick replied embarrassedly. Miami only chuckled. "Well, you feel like one. Guess it's been a while, huh?" The police officer didn't grace him with an answer. Yet they both knew that he hit the nail right on the head with that assumption. Cutting the small talk short and deciding that he had given them both enough time, Miami drew all the way back until only the head of his cock was still inside. Then he drove back in – hard and fast. Cop Rick practically howled, but wasn't given a break as the other Rick repeated these movements, setting a pace. The force of his thrusts pushed him against the wall and one of Miami's hands found their way in his hair to shove his head against it, too. "Uh…uh…uh…" He sobbed with each brutal motion, shamefully enjoying the harsh treatment and being dominated like that by his other self. Miami shifted his hips and after a few tries, rammed straight into Cop Rick's sweet spot, causing the uniformed Rick to cry out again. The criminological Rick locked on this angle, enjoying the unrepressed sounds that he could elicit. Wet streaks were on Cop Rick's cheeks and drool was running down his chin. He looked downright delicious~ Untiringly, Miami continued to pound into him. However, as much as he enjoyed this, there was still a tiny problem to solve and he just had the perfect idea how to go about it… Suddenly the hand that held onto his locks shifted and instead of forcing him against the wall, the cop's head was pulled back so that his face was tilted upwards. Before he knew what was happening, there was a clicking sound…coming from Miami's mobile?! The other had held the small device high up with his free hand and just snapped a selfie. His face was pressed against the cool brick wall again, but an unsettling feeling joined the growing pressure in his abdomen. "Wow! Look at that! Such a great pic!" Miami commented loudly and showed him the picture that he had just taken. On it, you could clearly see a grinning Miami Rick with his cock buried in Cop Rick's ass and also part of the police officer's face. He looked like such a mess… "It turned out so good! Maybe I should post it on my Rickbook?" Miami continued. "You think your higher ups will like it, too?" His tone was teasing and the threat was more than obvious to Cop Rick. The other had something to blackmail him with. He was screwed now – in the metaphorical and the literal sense. "N-no…" The police officer retorted in a small voice. "I-I won't -hah- tell a-about this if-nghn-if you don't…" "Aww~ See! I knew you were a good boy for daddy~" Miami praised, sounding pleased now. That wasn't to say that he wouldn't keep this photo. It really did look good! Would fit perfectly in with the rest of his collection. Mobile safely back where it belonged, Miami resumed the fast pace, having previously slowed down for the slightest bit. One hand on Cop Rick's hip and the other still entangled in the blue spikes, he jackhammered in his alternate self, intent on finishing this soon. After all, he still had his clients waiting inside. From the sounds that the police officer made, he knew that the other was already pretty close. Being the nice guy that he was, Miami switched his hand from the hip to Cop Rick's front, taking hold of the swollen and leaking dick and stroking it in the rhythm to his thrusts. "That's a good boy~" He praised again as the other practically wailed in pleasure. "Be a good little slut and cum for daddy." A scream reached his ears a moment later as Cop Rick did just that. Having the other follow his command so perfectly as well as feeling those hot walls clenching around his cock tightly again and again as if the insides were trying to milk him, drove Miami over the edge, too. "Un! Fuck yes!" He groaned as he released inside his counterpart, unashamedly riding out his orgasm. It lasted for a good minute, then their bodies stilled and both men were only panting heavily, trying to catch their breath again. As Miami Rick pulled out and fixed his pants, he noticed that his Morty was standing in the back entrance, door the slightest bit ajar. "How long have you been standing there?" he asked as he walked over to the boy. "A while." Morty replied as casually as he was leaning against the doorframe, while licking a red lollipop seductively. "You gonna punish me now, Daddy?" "You're really asking for it, Princess." Rick huffed as he pushed the door open and let the boy enter back into the club first. Before he followed him, he looked back at the Cop Rick, who had been fumbling to pull up his pants and make himself look presentable again, after noticing that they had an audience. The cop had watched the little exchanged silently and with wide eyes. "Hope you don't mind if I keep these?" he said and twirled the handcuffs that still hung around one of his wrists. "I like them." Then he grinned and threw him a blow kiss, before going back inside and letting the door fall shut behind himself, the image of the other Rick looking embarrassed and flushing bright red, his legs buckling underneath him, burned into his memory. He was pretty sure that this had been enough payment to shut the cop up…even without the threat of spreading that photo around. Not that he would really do that. He had a reputation to keep after all.

AN: Heads up, there's going to be a third part to this series (eventually). And as is only fitting for the grand finale, there will be threesome action. Just so you know what to look forward to ;)

Part 2 of Getting out of Trouble

Part 1 of Getting out of Trouble: Getting out of a Parking Ticket

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The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 5: Test X Mortys

AN: Okay, so originally this installment was just supposed to give the Mortys that Rick C-137 caught in "The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys" a background story so they get a little character depth (for those of you readers who like that sort of thing), but Rick's team is already complete now. But then, I thought 'Well, there's still so many other Mortys and also Ricks in this story that we could also give a little more background to.' So, here you have it. This chapter is about Guilty Rick (the first Rick battle we had in the main story) and since it was a little open ended, I thought to shed some more light on him. Well, actually we already do have his background story. It's supposed to be the entry that I made for my Ricktober Challenge (chapter 20). So, you could say that this starts right at the end of Guilty Rick's story, but is told now from the Test Mortys' perspective (it's about the Mortys after all). Hope, you enjoy! Warning: this one's sad, bro. And character death(s).

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 5: Test X Mortys X1 Morty looked at his grandfather through the glass, the light blue fluid that was surrounding him and the pinkish veil that seemed to hang over his eyes. He didn't understand why the man looked so upset, sitting in his chair, bent over his work table, a skull clutched between his fingers and openly crying. The brunet's heart reached out to Rick and he wanted to comfort his relative, but there was little that he could do since he was stuck in this vat and somehow couldn't move his body. "I'm so sorry, Morty. I'm so sorry." Rick mumbled between pathetic sobs. The sight almost made Morty cry, too. He wanted to call out to the other, but the only noise that came out – even if he was still surrounded by the surprisingly breathable liquid – was a squeaky-sounding whine. However, the sound drew Rick's attention to him, who stopped sobbing and stared with wide eyes at him now. Tears were still clinging to his lashes and there were wet trails on his slightly wrinkled cheeks. Morty could see them shimmering like tiny twinkling stars as his grandfather stood up and approached him, leaving the human remains that he had clung to, resting on the table. Rick put a hand on the glass and a sad smile bloomed on his face. "Don't worry, Morty. I'll find a way. You'll be okay, Morty. It's going to be okay." While the words were directed at him, it sounded like Rick was less doing it to comfort Morty, but rather like he was trying to reassure himself…

Morty looked with curiosity at the vat. He had been out of the glass tank that he had been stuck in for a few weeks now. Inside that other tube was a project that his grandfather had been working on for a while, but only now did he really notice what was inside it. It looked like a Morty, but it looked weird. Like an underdeveloped human. While the container was filled with a light blue liquid, the other Morty was encased in some pink jelly-like substance. At least he thought that it was pink. It was a bit hard for him to tell because his vision was still constantly surrounded by a soft rosy hue. But he thought that it was the same color that hung like a veil in front of his eyes. He wondered what that thing was supposed to be. Was Rick trying to replace him? He hoped not. However, he noticed that his grandfather who stood next to the container and had put his hand on the glass – not very unlike how he had done when Morty himself had been in a similar confinement – looked disappointed. Did this weird experiment fail him? Morty didn't know, but he wanted to cheer Rick up. He emitted a squeak, hating that he found himself unable to properly speak. Morty didn't know why he couldn't. He had hoped that his grandfather would be able to fix it, but instead of trying to help Morty, the man had been far too busy with this new project of his… Rick looked over to him as he heard the noise and smiled sadly. "Looks like I won't be able to finish this project. It's such a shame that I completely ran out of money now…" Morty made another small squeak. While it was certainly sad that Rick would have to abandon one of his projects because of his financial situation, he didn't understand why his grandfather looked this upset about it. It was just a stupid Morty clone project, wasn't it? Why did Rick even need to do that? He still had him. Wasn't that enough? As if sensing how upset Morty was, Rick walked over to him and held him in his arms. Softly, gently, as if he was his most precious possession, as if he was so fragile that he just might break if he so much as breathed on him. "You're right, Morty. I'm sure that we can find a way to make it work."

"Morty, please be careful." He heard Rick's worried voice behind himself, but he couldn't turn around to him right now. If he would, he might lose the battle and he couldn't afford to do that. Not only would it hurt – more than he was hurting right now – but he also knew that it would make Rick upset. His grandfather always looked so miserable, so he wanted to do good. Win this battle and make him proud and happy again. With as much force as he could muster, he rammed into the other Morty. It knocked his opponent out and signified his victory. However, his body still hurt. Hurt from the hits that it took before. Hurt from the impact he just had with his enemy. He felt weak now. Drained. But it was okay. His grandfather was instantly at his side. Hugging him. Holding him in his arms. "You did so well, Morty." He praised. Yet there was still only a sad smile on his face and wetness rising in the corners of his eyes. Morty did not understand it. He wanted Rick to be happy. He had thought that he could make him happy if he won. But looking more closely, he thought that he saw a twinkle in his grandfather's eyes. A small shine of elation. And Morty knew that it was all worth it. However, that small glow vanished quickly and Rick's face fell as he looked Morty over. "I'm sorry that you got hurt again, Morty." He said, his voice full of regret as it was so often. No. Morty didn't want the happiness to be gone. He wanted to tell Rick that he was fine even if he wasn't. He wanted to tell him to cheer up again. He wanted to say that he was happy in this moment that his grandfather was cradling him so gently and tried to do so…but the only noise that came out was a pathetic squeak. However, he hoped that Rick would understand. Hoped that Rick would be able to see it on his face even though Morty was sure that his facial features didn't change - couldn't change even though he didn't know why. He hoped that Rick would be able to see it in his eyes. See the bright smile that he felt on the inside, but was unable to express to the outside. However, Rick didn't look at him anymore. His grandfather had averted his eyes, a look of shame on his face as he began to carry Morty back to the Morty Healing Center.

Morty looked slightly disappointed at the vat. The weird Morty's eyes had just opened for the first time. Not a second later, it emitted a loud pitiful wail. Morty didn't know what to think of it. He was pretty sure that he didn't like this weird clone thing. At least, at first. On the other hand, he started to feel so sorry for it now. The clone Morty clearly looked like he was in pain. Probably the same pain that Morty himself always felt. Maybe it was even worse. Or, maybe it wasn't and he was just being theatrical about it. Morty didn't know. Couldn't know since he wasn't the other Morty. He distantly watched the interactions between his grandpa and the clone, still not sure what to think of it.

The clone Morty wasn't so bad, he decided. He was weird, but not bad. Not exactly likeable, but not bad. He had worried that Rick would try to replace him with this other Morty, but he didn't. His grandfather still took care of him. Even if his attention was being divided between the two of them now. But, it was okay, his grandfather still cared for him. Still held him gently at night, rocking back and forth with him as if he wanted to coax them both into falling asleep. Still, cried miserably and whispered apologies to him over and over again even if Morty never understood what he apologized for. "It's still not enough. This research is just so goddamn expansive." Rick sighed and groaned. "I guess we have to go back again and continue with the battles, Morty." Morty thought that he finally understood what the clone was for. Rick made the other Morty battle in those fights through which they won money. Of course, Morty would still also fight, but it seemed like he didn't need to do it so often anymore. For how weird the other Morty was, he was pretty strong. But also a sniveling one. He was often screeching, easily wailing in pain. And he was hungry. Constantly hungry and wanting food. It made Morty wonder if this clone Morty wasn't the reason why his grandfather was in such a financial crisis. Why did Rick bother creating him for these battles when he required so much food? So much money. It seemed counterproductive. But it was okay. The clone Morty wasn't so bad.

"Oh, nonono, Morty. You don't have to do it. We can forfeit this battle." He heard his Rick, but he was determined. They wouldn't lose this battle. Even if the clone Morty lost, he wasn't about to give up. He needed to win. He needed to get the money for his grandfather. He needed to make Rick happy. He faced the other Morty who looked like himself – or at least Morty thought so, but couldn't help and notice that the other looked taller than him. Or maybe it was him that was smaller? It was something that he noticed often when fighting against other Mortys. It made him wonder if there was something different about him. Sure, he was unable to speak, but that didn't explain why he felt so physically small in comparison to other Mortys – even the ones that were "generic". There was also this constant pink vail in his vision. It was confusing at first, but something that he had gotten used to. However, there was also something else off. Something about his body that felt weird. It was as if he couldn't move around as freely as before. He also wasn't able to use his hands like he used to. But he never gave it too much thought, not wanting to worry about something that he couldn't help and work himself into an anxiety attack over basically nothing. He was able to function like this. He's been living like this for a while. And his grandfather had been taking care of him, helping where Morty couldn't do things himself. And there was also the constant hope that Rick would fix it one day. Rick would fix him. He just couldn't do it now. He didn't had the money to make it happen right now. That's why he kept apologizing to Morty each night, right? It was okay though. Morty would win this battle, would win them the money and Rick would fix him. If he won enough, if they got enough money, Rick would fix it. As determined as he could be, he stared at his enemy. He could sense that the opposing Morty didn't want to fight, but it didn't matter. All the better for him then. However, before he could even begin to attack the other, the opposing Morty was fed up by the insults that were thrown at him from his own Rick. He snapped and attacked Morty instead. Raging like a wild, uncontrolled beast. And it hurt and hurt and hurt. Hurt so much. He tried begging for the enemy to stop, willing to admit defeat. But it didn't stop. Blows continued to rain down on him even though he didn't try to fight back anymore. Didn't try to defend himself. Again, he tried to tell the other that he gave up, but only a faint squeak came out. His enemy wouldn't be swayed. Was not be able to understand him. There was only more pain and he wondered if it would ever end. Hurt, hurt, hurt so much. Please, Rick, make it stop. Just as he thought, he couldn't take anymore, that he would pass out or even die, it suddenly stopped. He tried to blink his swollen eyes open, managing only to do it the slightest bit and the pink hue was gone, replaced by speckles of red and black in his vision. And suddenly there was Rick's face. He was crying. Of course, he was. Morty had lost. He had disappointed his grandfather. And Rick was apologizing to him again. Even though he shouldn't. Morty was the one who lost. He should be the one apologizing to Rick. He tried to apologize, managing no more than a faint little whine. Not sure if Rick had even heard. But hoping he did. Hoping he understood. And Rick cradled him, so gently. Like he always did. But it still hurt. The pain was still there and even if the beating had stopped, it still hurt so much. He just wanted it to stop. Just make it all stop. It hurt so much to breath. Everything just hurt. He wanted to tell Rick. Tell him in how much pain he was. Asking Rick to make it stop. Make it better. Fix it. But he couldn't speak anymore. Not even manage a small squeak. He wanted to attempt it once more though. Thinking that he just needed to take a deep breath and put everything into that one attempt. He gasped in a breath, but it wasn't as deep as he wanted to. He was too weak to do any more. And before he could even think of trying once again, everything faded away, the sorrowful wail of his grandpa the last sound in his ears…

X46 He was so hungry. So, so hungry. And everything hurt. Breathing hurt. Just existing hurt. Morty looked with pleading eyes at Rick. Remorse was reflected in them. A silent apology was written on his grandfather's face. He didn't understand though. He was just hungry. He was just in pain.

Rick gave him food. But it was never sating. Never enough to still his hunger. Rick did nothing against the pain. Of course, he tried to give him different medications, but nothing ever helped. Sometimes it made the pain worse, but it never made it better. Rick made him fight. He did not understand why. Fights were hurting, but he was scared that Rick would stop giving him food if he didn't. So he kept fighting even if it hurt.

He was fighting again. They were doing it often. The weird little Morty in the pink jelly egg and him. And Rick was always there, too. But he did not fight. It was just the Mortys. They called it Morty battles. He didn't really care about that. All he could think of was how hungry he was. And how much it hurt. His opponent was a weird Morty. A Morty with long hair and a red hairband. It was probably a girl Morty. He didn't care, only thought about the food that Rick would reward him with when he won. Even though it was never sating. Never enough. He went to attack the other Morty, but the other Morty was strong and attacked back. His opponent was stronger than all the others that he had faced before. He didn't care about that, only thought about how much it hurt. God, it hurt. His opponent didn't stop. Didn't stop until he felt himself unable to fight back anymore. And it only hurt and hurt and hurt so much. But Rick didn't make him fight anymore. He told him that it was okay, but it wasn't. 'Cause it hurt and hurt and hurt.

He looked at Rick, wondering what he was doing. They just came from the Healing Center that was supposed to fix him. At least make him stop hurting, but he never stopped hurting. And he was so hungry. Still so hungry. When would Rick finally give him food? He screeched at Rick, trying to remind him that he was there. And that he was hungry. But Rick didn't have eyes for him. His grandfather was cradling the other Morty in his arms. The pink jelly egg around him was dissolved and he wasn't moving. The Rick at the Healing Center said probably something like that they couldn't fix the weird Morty. He didn't quite remember. He didn't care. "I'm so, so sorry, my little Morty." Rick mumbled. The tears that fell from his face landed on the unmoving Morty in his arms. Morty didn't care. He just wanted food from Rick. So, he made another screech. It finally caught his grandfather's attention. Rick turned to look at him, smiling apologetically at him, wet streaks on his slightly wrinkled cheeks. Morty didn't care about the tear tracks. He just wanted food. "I'm so sorry, Morty. I failed you again." Rick said in a broken voice. "I guess it's just not meant to be. I'm not cut out to take proper care of you." He looked down again, at the other Morty. "What's even the point now? I didn't get anything useful done in all this time. The only thing I do is keep messing up." Rick's sad eyes were back on Morty now again. "I only cause you grief and pain. I'm so sorry for being such a—such a f—that your grandpa is such a fuck up, Morty. You shouldn't have to deal with this." He reached out with a hand towards the mouth of the alley that they currently stood in. "You should just leave. You're strong. I'm sure that you'll quickly find a new Rick that will take you in. G-Going to catch you and take care of you. And if he's using one of those chips on you, you won't even notice the difference." Morty looked at Rick. He didn't understand. Where was the food? Rick's smile looked like a horrible grimace as he wildly waved his hand as if trying to shoo Morty off. "Go! Go already!" Morty was irritated. He tried to grasp what Rick wanted from him. He moved a little towards the end of the alley, looking back to check if this was what his grandfather wanted. Rick nodded encouragingly at him, but still kept waving with his free hand, indicating for him to move even further away. Morty didn't know why he was supposed to do that. But he kept moving, thinking that Rick would reward him with food again if he did. He moved all the way, till he was out of the alley. But he didn't went further. He halted just around the corner and waited. Waited for Rick to come and reward him. To give him food now because he finally did good again. "I'm so sorry, Morty. I will never be able to forgive myself for what had happened to you. This is all my fault." Morty heard the words faintly, but didn't react to it. He kept waiting patiently, right around the corner. The next sound that reached his ears was a gunshot. He could hear it clearly this time, but didn't react to it. He kept waiting patiently, right around the corner. He kept waiting and waiting and waiting. And he was so hungry, so hungry, so hungry. It almost seemed like Rick wasn't coming. Rick wasn't coming to give him food even though he did what his grandfather had wanted him to do. Or did he do it wrong again? Driven by his endless, painful hunger, he peeked around the corner, looking back into the alley again. Rick hadn't run off. He was still there. But instead of standing in the same spot as before, he laid there. Morty approached him. He looked down at the unmoving body of his grandpa. A red puddle was forming underneath him. Morty didn't understand. He just wanted Rick to finally give him food. Because he was hungry. So, so hungry.

… Inside Guilty Rick's lab stood a lone vat. Encased by glass, a light blue liquid and a soft sheen of pink jelly floated Morty – Test X72. He looked far more developed than the previous Test Mortys. Yet he wasn't finished. His development was too costly for Rick to continue. He had tried to get enough money by going to the Citadel of Ricks and joining the Pocket Morty craze. He would never be finished now. Rick's body had turned cold already, laying forgotten in the dark alley where he took his life. Test X46 Morty still at his side, waiting, being in pain, being hungry. Unbeknownst to him and the rest of the world, the Morty inside the vat opened his eyes for the first time.

Rick C-137: "See, Morty. I told you it's a subplot that has no relevance to the main story." Morty C-137: "Oh man, Rick. I still feel bad about this Rick and his Mortys though. I mean he killed himself because of us." Rick C-137: "No, Morty. Weren't you paying attention? He didn't kill himself because we kicked his ass. He did it because he was a sad and lame excuse for a Rick that just kept failing at life, Morty. And now stop being a sappy idiot about it." Morty C-137: "Okay, okay, Rick."

AN: Maybe I went a little overboard with the X46's hunger (in case you're confused, check his Morty deck entry), but somehow it fit too well into this.

Part 12 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

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Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

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Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

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Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

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Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

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Part 11 of Entricked Fates: The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys

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That Is MY Morty!

AN: This is a really old something and I've finally decided to post it even though it's really dumb. I just wanted to write a scenario where Morty encounters Rick/Morty relationships…in a special strip club of all places. Warnings: very strongly hinted Rick/Morty, molestation/sexual assault (but it doesn't get too far) Summary: Rick has to make a business deal at some weird club. Morty has the urgent need to use a restroom and can't wait on Rick any longer inside the car. So, he also enters the club, which might not be such a good decision…

That Is MY Morty! Morty looked with furled brows down at a dark-gray asteroid that looked sparse except for one single building and an adjoining parking lot. "I thought we were going to Blips and Chitz, Rick." He complained as his grandfather landed the space car in one of the empty spots. "Yeah, we will. I'll just have to do a little business here first." Rick explained as he turned around and started to fumble for something below the backseats, the sound of empty bottles clinking against each other reverberating in the small space of the vehicle as he did so. The boy's frown only deepened at the mention of "business". As far as he knew the scientist, that business thing would be something shady again – probably a weapon or a drug deal, he could bet. Instead of reprimanding his grandfather how wrong that was, he looked over to the singular building on this lone space rock. It had a flashing neon sign at the top that read "The Crazy Rick". So, Morty in his curiosity asked instead, "What is that place?" "That's just a little club that's frequented by Ricks who don't like visiting the Citadel. Even the Galactic Federation won't find this place so it's pretty safe." Rick answered as he finally found the object that he was looking for – a simple, black briefcase. The old man burped briefly before he continued. "See here, I-I-I don't really like this place, but the owner said that he couldn't leave and so we have to make the trade here. You just wait in the car. I'll make it quick." After Rick left the space car with the briefcase in hand, he looked back at Morty to tell him one last important information. "Don't open the doors. Especially not if it's a Rick." With that said, Morty watched his grandfather walk over to the building. He briefly talked to the bouncer, who was a really beefed-up Rick, before he was let inside and vanished from the boy's sight. Morty sank back into his seat and wondered how long he would have to wait. If Rick said, he wouldn't take long, he could actually be away for hours. For all the boy knew his grandfather would get drunk and high with whatever Rick he was meeting in there. Sighing, he rolled his eyes at the thought and could already feel boredom creeping up on him. Searching for something to keep himself occupied, he looked around the parking lot. There were some space cruisers, which looked identical to the one that he currently sat in but some also looked completely different and not like they were made out of trash. His attention was briefly pulled towards a green portal opening next to the entrance of the building as a Rick walked out of it and up towards the bouncer. As far as Morty could see, he wore a yellow button-up shirt with black dots on it, blue tightfitting jeans and high-heeled leather boots. He also seemed to have a few gold studded earrings in one of his ears. The unusual-looking outfit made Morty blink a little before the Rick was also let in. Going back to browsing the surrounding parking lot with his eyes, he noticed that another Rick was standing next to one of the vehicles. From the looks of it, he seemed to be making out with a smaller person that he pressed against the side of the car, but from this angle, it was impossible to see the other. Morty quickly averted his eyes. Seeing his grandfather getting it on with what he assumed must be a space-hooker was not something that he wanted to see even if he wasn't able to spot much more than the spikes of his hair from here. It also didn't matter whether it was his actual Rick or one of the countless other versions of him who was doing it… The boy leaned back in his seat again, feeling bored out of his mind. Having anticipated to spent the afternoon with his grandfather at Blips and Chitz and playing the new arcade game that they made for the Two Brothers Movie, he felt really disappointed. It was just so like Rick to get his spirits up and high and then leave him hanging like that. '"I'll make it quick" my ass.' He thought grittily. Seeing, as he wasn't left to do anything else, Morty kept waiting. That was until his bladder suddenly started to bother him, inching in his focus with an uncomfortable pressure. 'Aw geez… that, too, now…?' Morty looked back to the entrance but there was no trace of his Rick anywhere. Rolling with an idea inside his head and feeling the increase of pressure, the boy slowly made up his mind. There was no way that he could wait till Rick was back and then until they reached the next restroom in space. 'I'll just be quick. Use the toilet and then I'm out again.' Morty told himself as he opened the door. He didn't even think about doing his business out here – not when a perfectly fine toilet would be waiting inside for him. However, as he came closer towards the door, he wondered if he would even be let inside. Rick had said that this was a place frequented by Ricks, which didn't automatically mean that Mortys were also welcome here. If anything, it sounded more as if the opposite would make sense now that the boy thought about it. Still, he only wanted to use the toilet, he wouldn't bother anyone in there. Maybe they would let him in if he just explained properly. As he finally reached the entrance, he fearfully looked up at the bouncer. From close up, he looked even taller and more buff – totally intimidating to say the least. As the Beefcake Rick looked wordlessly down at him through his black sunglasses, Morty almost forgot what he wanted to say. Actually, he felt like he wanted to just go back and wait in the car for his grandfather to come back. Going to the toilet wasn't really that important. Maybe he should just do what Summer always did and just pee in his pants. Feeling stupid for just walking away without saying anything, he opened his mouth and tried to formulate a response to the unspoken question. The first thing that escaped him where just a bunch of useless stutters. Swallowing, he took a deep breath and then said, "M-my Rick went in there. Just a-a few minutes ago." Actually, that wasn't what he had wanted to say and he looked with big eyes up at the bouncer who's face hadn't even twitched a single time since he had walked up to him. Instead of telling Morty off, he moved to the side. The boy's eyes widened a little more. The guy was really letting him in?! Not wanting to waste this chance, he resumed his old plan of just going in and relieving himself quickly. However, Morty really had no idea what would await him inside. Swiftly he found out that it wasn't what he had expected though. Just as he passed the little counter for the wardrobe and went through the door that lead inside the club, the first thing that he noticed was that the place looked actually clean. He honestly had been expecting to be greeted by a cloud of cigarette-smoke (or whatever else the Ricks in here would be smoking) and the sight of a dirty floor, littered with broken bottles or glasses and full of stains of spilled alcohol and vomit. However, the club looked sparkling clean as far as Morty could tell from the entrance. The walls were colored a light blue and the plush carpet on the floor a vibrant pink and everything was covered in the hues of neon lights that were lighting up the place. Right in front of Morty stretched out a bar along the right side of the room. On the stools in front of it sat a few Ricks, idly sipping their drinks or being in conversation, while behind the counter stood a Morty in a fine suit. Obviously, the boy was the barkeeper, as he was making a little show of mixing a drink in one of those metallic tumblers. That was certainly surprising, since the boy hadn't expected to see any Mortys in here. Especially not working in a place that he had at first assumed to be some dirty strip club. The Crazy Rick was apparently a place full of surprises. Morty stopped wondering about that though as he saw the sign that was pointing to the toilets, just past the bar. What a relief that he wouldn't have to make his way through the entire premise, he thought, as he finally dared to step further in. However, as he continued on, he was able to see much more of the club. On the left side, directly opposite from the bar, were tables and round sofas that were occupied by a few other Ricks. What shocked Morty though was not the arrangement or design of the furniture, but the Mortys, who were serving the customers. They wore practically nothing more than underwear! Well, actually it looked like over-sexualized waitress-uniforms, who were barely covering anything. He had seen similar costumes once in one of the many porn movies that he always watched on his laptop. Just that in those videos this outfits were worn by women. Unfortunately, that wasn't even the most shocking sight that would present itself to Morty. Further in the back of the establishment, stood a stage, which was lighted up by spotlights. There were dancing poles on it and he could see some Dancer Ricks in "questionable" outfits. What was more shocking to him, was the sight of Mortys, who were also dancing up there. Surrounding the stage were more tables with comfy sofas and some of the Ricks, who were seated there, had a Morty at their side. One really rich-looking one of them had even two – each on one of his sides. Those Ricks were very obviously groping their Mortys, but the boys didn't seem to mind that. They were actually touching their Ricks all over – one hand vanishing under clothes to touch skin, or lips that would be attached to a neck. It was one of the strangest sights that Morty had ever seen despite having seen a lot of shit in the universe thanks to his Rick already. Unwillingly, his eyes focused on one Morty, who was dancing up on the stage. Since he was standing on the outer, left part of the stage, the boy had a pretty clear view of him. The Dancer Morty wore the typical yellow t-shirt, but it was pulled upwards and tied together, just barely covering his nipples, looking like a crop top. The dark-blue jeans that he wore, had its legs ripped off and were nothing more than really tight and short hot pants. The material was wedge between the crease of his ass cheeks and left nothing to the imagination. At his feet were three Ricks who were wolf whistling and sloshing around the alcohol in their glasses, while the boy danced sensually against his pole. In a fluid movement, the boy slid down on the pole, pushing the cheeks of his perky butt flush against the metal, so that it was rubbing against his cleft. As he did so, the Ricks seemed to go completely crazy. As he was squatting, the old men stuffed a few bills in his too tight pants, before he moved upwards again and continued to dance, grinding his clothed crotch against his inanimate lover. Even from this distance, Morty could hear what they were drunkenly saying – or rather shouting – at the boy on stage. "Fuck, I wish that pole was me!" "Woohoo!" "C'mon! Show daddy what you've got!" 'Oh geez! Just what kind of place is this?!' Morty thought in a panic. Trying to keep himself from hyperventilating, he ripped his sight from the stage and focused back on where he wanted – actually, needed – to go. 'Just a quick dash to the toilet and then I'm out of here!!' With that thought on his mind, he continued his way straight to the restrooms, trying to walk past the bar as fast as he could without drawing any attention to himself. Unfortunately, the not drawing attention part didn't seem to work as a Rick already had set his eyes on him. He turned fully around on his stool and stood up to block Morty's path. "Why hello there. You alone here, cutie?" he asked in a sultry voice as if he wasn't just talking to an alternate version of his grandson. The Rick wore a light blue button-up shirt that was halfway unbuttoned and showed the skin of his chest. He also wore white pants, which were held up by a black belt and matching white, polished shoes. Morty looked up at the man's face as he almost ran into that exposed chest and saw him grin as he looked down at him through his purple tinted, thin-framed aviator sunglasses. "I-I-I just need to use the restrooms." The boy squeaked and hoped that this Rick would just leave him alone. "Oh, I can you bring you there." He said, still in the same tone. This response made Morty panic. He may be dumb, but he wasn't stupid enough to not get the implication that laid in that sentence. "Th-thanks, but I'm fine!" he almost yelled and quickly pushed past the Rick, shoving him back with more force than he intended to and right into the edge of the bar. Morty dashed so fast around the corner that he didn't get to see the sour face that the Rick made afterwards or hearing the chuckles of the few surrounding Ricks, who had watched all of the little encounter. The rejected Rick scowled as he sat back down on his stool and resumed drinking while still keeping his eyes on where the boy had just vanished. As Morty rounded the corner, he walked past a small flight of stairs that seemed to lead to the second floor and then came to a stop in front of two doors. On one was a sign that looked like the head of a Rick and on the other a sign that looked like a Morty head. Morty figured that he shouldn't be surprised that the toilets wouldn't be divided by gender, but by being a Rick or a Morty. Apparently only Ricks and Mortys where at this place anyways. He used the appropriate door, but stopped before he even fully stepped into the restroom and quickly thought if he shouldn't use the other one. The sight that greeted him was that of two Mortys, who were sitting on the sinks on the furthermost right side and were noisily making out with each other. It actually looked like the one on the top was riding the Morty on the bottom, but thankfully they both still had their pants on. For as clean as the club had looked, this room looked just as filthy and Morty feared what the restroom for the Ricks might look like if the one for Mortys was in such a poor state. Aside from that, he was rather scared that he might get assaulted in the other bathroom – or saw something even more mentally scaring than what was happening right in front of his eyes – so he decided to ignore the two boys and just use the stall furthest away. As he sat down and took a leak, he tried to blend out the moans and groans that echoed off of the grimy tiles. This place reeked horrible and the floor was filthy and littered with cigarette butts and used condoms. The large mirror above the sinks had been smashed and there was graffiti all over the walls and stalls – including the little condom dispenser next to the sinks. Thinking about it now, taking a piss outside in the parking lot suddenly sounded much more inviting. Nothing he could do about it now though as he was already in here and had his world shattered once again by the sight of what was going on in this "fine establishment". After he was finally done, he walked over to the sink, using the one on the left to wash his hands and still trying to ignore the dry humping that was going on right next to him. As he hurriedly left the bathroom, he felt relieved and not only because he just emptied his bladder, but also because it meant that he could finally be out of here again. Using the same way that he came, he passed the stairs again and went around the corner. All he needed to do now was get past the bar in one piece and he would be home free. Unfortunately, he didn't get that far as his path was blocked as soon as left that backroom area. It was the same Rick from before again and this time he didn't look so friendly. No, he actually looked pretty livid and the sight scared Morty more than any of the hungry, man-eating aliens he had to run away from on his many adventures before. "I hope you got a little more time for me now?" he asked in a dangerous voice that stated as clear as day that he wouldn't accept a 'no' for an answer. "N-no." Morty dared to say defiantly. "My R-Rick is waiting for me." Morty hoped that the guy would buy the half-lie. Apparently, his answer was the wrong one and it didn't convince the other Rick at all. Suddenly, Morty was slammed against the wall and the Rick held his wrist above his head as he pushed his entire body up against him. The boy struggled against the older man, but was easily overpowered. "No! No! L-let go of me!" he yelled. "I don't think so, my pretty." Rick whispered in his ear. Morty's face scrunched up as the breath that reeked strongly of alcohol wafted easily up to his nose at the close proximity. "NO! HELP! Pl-please—someone help me!!" he shouted desperately. This only caused his assaulter to chuckle. As Morty frantically looked around, he could see that a few Ricks were watching the commotion, but none of them looked like they were even thinking about helping him. Even the Bartender Morty quickly looked the other way as he made eye contact with him. Tears welled up in his eyes as the hopelessness of his situation slowly sank in. No one would come to help him. No one would dare to stop this Rick from doing to him whatever he wanted to do. They both knew it and his attacker moved so that he was pinning both of his wrist with one hand to the wall. The now free hand slid beneath his yellow t-shirt and got a feel for the soft skin underneath. Morty could only whimpered pitifully at the unwanted touch. Even if the boy wanted nothing more than to will it all away, he could feel everything that was happening to him. Felt a finger touching his nipple while his shirt was pulled up. Felt moist lips touch the side of his neck. Felt a knee pressing between his thighs and adding pressuring with a slow grinding motion. Was there really nothing that he could do other than resign himself to his fate? It seemed like his silent prayers were answered though as suddenly all of the sensations vanished. Everything happened so quickly that Morty couldn't follow or quite comprehend what exactly or how it had went down. He only knew that he was released and his assaulter was laying on the floor, sunglasses laying somewhere on the carpet as he was nursing a bloody nose. With wide eyes, he stared at the familiar back that was clad in a white, stained lab coat. "That's my Morty! So fuck off!!" Rick bellowed angrily. The Rick on the floor looked back up and probably wanted to retort something, but stopped just as his mouth opened. Morty wasn't sure, but thought he saw something like fear flash briefly in the other Rick's eyes. As he was told, his assaulter got up, grabbed his broken sunglasses and slowly left the club while mumbling curses loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. As his Rick turned around, Morty could clearly see from the dilated pupils and the glow around the irises that his grandfather was high as fuck. He knew it! He knew that he would take his sweet time and get drunk and high in here! Still, he wouldn't comment on it right now. Not after he felt so grateful that his Rick had come and saved his ass. From the aggravation that was still showing on his face, Morty was actually becoming scared of his grandfather now – fully understanding why the other Rick had backed down so fast – and he was worried that he would be on the receiving end of that anger now. He was supposed to wait in the space car for him after all. To Morty's surprise though, Rick's face suddenly softened, but was oddly enough also still unreadable. "C'mon, Morty. Let—let's the hell get out of here. Blips and Chitz is waiting for us, Morty."

AN: And after that Morty asked Rick for the catheter ^^' (Ironically, I did see that promo video shortly after I had finished writing this.) Also, this was written before I played Pocket Mortys, so I was really amused when I found out that separating restrooms like that is technically canon. Anyways, I'm not very proud of this (especially not with the ending), but there you have it.

Virginity For Sale

AN: Another fanfic that was heavily inspired by a porn flick. To my defense, the bottom in the clip was a really cute twink and I honestly was imagining Rick and Morty the entire time I watched it. I'd put a link of that clip here, but I'm afraid, it was deleted already. (Also sorry for posting nothing last week and for posting late this week ^^') Warnings: Rick/Morty smut, prostitution, first time, hands-free orgasm, anal sex, also a bit dark and angst-y Summary: Until a week ago, he hadn't even known that this was a thing. That Ricks on the Citadel were paying good money just to take a Morty's virginity. But it was very real and he was here right now and about to lose his…

Virginity For Sale Hastily he sucked in each breath of air as if it were his last one. His heart was racing so fast as if he was running a marathon. "You're such a cute little thing…" Warm breath ghosted over his ear and he could feel the vibrations of the deep voice travelling through his entire body. The tip of a finger, trailed feather light over his soft skin, tracing invisible patters over his chest and stomach. A whimper escaped him when it reached one of his already stiff nipples, circling around it before flicking the sensitive nub and forcing a loud moan from his pink lips. Face reddened by his embarrassment from the sounds that he emitted, he clamped a hand over his mouth. "Don't do that. I want to hear you…" A twist of his nipple was accompanying the whispered order, eliciting another loud moan. "…I wanna hear every little sound you make." Shyly, he nodded and lowered his hand again, his fingers twisting into the soft material of the downy pillow. The petite brunet was completely naked, safe for a black bow tie that hung around his neck. All of his clothes were strewn on the floor of the expensive suite, white shirt, black jacket and dress pants already long since forgotten. His ribcage rose and sunk with each hasty breath, the fingers that were stimulating his body not really helping him calm down. He half laid on the sheets of the luxurious bed and half on the body of his…customer? Master? He still wasn't sure what to label the man who had paid for this one night. Sweat ran down the soft curves of his body, gathering as tiny pools in the grooves and his member was already fully erect and begging for attention. He hadn't been touched there yet safe for a few teasing pumps in the beginning of this game and he just wanted to reach down, relief himself of the tension, but he wasn't allowed. "No touching, Morty! If anyone touches your dick, it's me!" He had whimpered in response, but he had to obey. Even though he still felt ashamed to be even in this situation and almost regretted agreeing to all of this, he really needed the money. And it was really a lot of money that was involved! Although he knew that he wouldn't get as much as his "customer" had paid when he had bid in the auction for his virginity, it was still a hefty sum that would keep his head over water for a while. Honestly, he hadn't even realized how much of a big deal this whole thing was until he had been led into this luxurious suite and looked through the windows with panorama view – being able to oversee all of the Citadel from this high place. No, actually the huge scale had already begun to show itself when he had been told to shower, was given clean and expensive-looking clothes and then led on the stage, looking around the huge hall and down at all of those rich and fancily dressed men, who began to bid on him as if he was just a piece of meat. Expensive meat, none the less, as he had listened in shock at how much they were willing to bid for this one night with him… The auction winner wore more clothes than he did right now, still clad in his white shirt although unbuttoned, merely his tie gone and resting innocently on the nightstand. He did have the audacity to pull off his pants and underwear though, his naked and slightly hairy legs intertwining with Morty's own. For having the money to "waste" it on something like this and having worn such a fine business suit, it was obvious to the teen that he wasn't just some blue collar worker Rick, but someone who stood in the higher ranks on the Citadel. Probably some kind of CEO, if Morty had to guess. Another gasp escaped him as he felt the fingers again – this time cold and slick – gliding over the pucker of his back entrance. It was all just so surreal. Until a week ago, he hadn't even known that this was a thing. That Ricks on the Citadel were paying good money just to take a Morty's virginity. But it was very real and he was here right now and about to lose his… "Ahh!" He couldn't help but squirm as a lone slim finger suddenly slid into him. A hand stroked reassuringly over his stomach, massaging the muscles that had tensed up in reaction. "Relax, sweetheart…" The gentle touches and the sensual voice did wonders to his body and Morty slowly relaxed again. It was okay. It was only this one time and he would never have to do this again. He would never get to see this Rick for the entire rest of his life again. And it was probably going to be over sooner than he'd expected. …as much as he tried, these thoughts did very little to calm his still jittering nerves. Again a moan as a second digit joined the first, slowly sliding out, then back in again, rotating against the tight muscles. The fingers spread in a scissoring motion, trying to open him up more, moving more insistently against his insides and Morty didn't know any more if he wanted to move away or closer towards them. "Hmm~ you're so tight and hot. I can't wait to be finally inside you." The hot whisper against his ear send shivers through the brunet's fragile body. Movements became faster, displaying the Rick's growing impatience and before Morty knew what happened, three fingers were thrusting in and out of his orifice. When they eventually retreated all together, he unconsciously whined, suddenly feeling so empty and his hole clenched around nothingness. The next moment, he felt ashamed of himself again. He really shouldn't be enjoying this so much, it was just business after all. If it wasn't for the money that he so desperately needed, he wouldn't even be here right now. With a face as red as a cherry, he looked down as the Rick rearranged his legs, forcing him to spread them wider as he placed his feet to rest on the man's thighs. Now opened up and granting the other better access, the elder positioned his cock at his entrance. 'This is it…' Morty thought with a strange mix of fear and excitement as he felt the pulsing head pressing against his pucker, his heart hammering wildly against his ribcage. A brush of lips against the lobe of his ear was his last warning. "Deep breath now." "Aaahn!" Morty flung his head back as the Rick entered him the next moment in a single thrust. Instinctively, he clamped down on the intruder, his body trying to force out the foreign object, which did not belong there. Morty gasped for air, tiny tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Thanks to the preparations, the pain wasn't that intense, but it was still there. Soft kisses were peppered over his cheek. "Shh, shh, sweetie." Again, the gentle gestures combined with a hand that was stroking his thigh, helped him slowly relax again. Taking deep breaths, he felt how his insides released their tight grip on the hot flesh. The Rick almost purred and the boy moved his head against him like a grateful cat that was nuzzling against its owner's hand. "Good boy…" The low murmur sent another wave of heat through Morty's body. "…still halfway to go…" What?! Again, the brunet threw his head back as the other entered him the rest of the way with another powerful push of his hips. "Uuuhnn!" Tears streamed over heated cheeks now. He felt so full, the other filling him in a way that he couldn't put into words. It was as if the length was penetrating him more than should be possible, as if Rick was invading far deeper and the girth stretching and filling more than just his body while he was nestled balls-deep inside. As if they had been joined on more than just the physical plain when he had forced himself so intimately inside him. Thankfully, it wasn't as painful as the initial entering, but it still felt uncomfortable as his walls tried to accommodate to the silk-covered steel. Again, he was reminded that he wasn't alone in this and once more lips brushed over his glowing cheek. "So good…you feel heavenly, Morty…" The praise made him feel hot and cold at the same time, gliding through him like a melting piece of butter in a heated pan. One of Rick's hands reached for his cheek and angled his head so he could engage in a kiss with the younger. Morty didn't resist. Somehow, it felt like he had lost. Lost a battle of some sort. But, he decided that he didn't care anymore as he gave himself completely over, succumbing to the other's lips and tongue. A muffled whine echoed through the spacious room when the elder decided that he had given them both more than enough time and began to move, drawing out a small distance only to push back in again. Rick quickly set a rhythm, opting for a decent pace that wasn't slow, but also not too fast or hard yet. Whatever kind of discomfort Morty may have felt before was quickly forgotten and he groaned in the other's mouth, being a little surprised when Rick answered in kind. They continued to make out passionately for a while until the elder separated from him again, stopping his movements to reposition the younger a little. Morty wondered what that was about, but practically screamed as the other began to fuck into him again. Bright dots were flashing in front of his eyes, the slight shift allowing the other to touch a spot inside him that literally made the teen see stars. Rick stuck to that angle, driving inside the tight heat again and again, and slowly made the brunet go insane. The foreign feeling of having that pulsing flesh move inside him had been odd, but also strangely good and arousing after he had gotten used to it. However, this was on a different level. Having this one special spot touched was so amazing that he couldn't describe it, the closest equivalent to it was probably like being jerked off from the inside. Also, he noticed that he was quickly approaching his orgasm and released another whining sound. Morty tried to hold on, the fingers that were still buried in the soft pillow clenching tightly, his other hand leaving light scratch marks on the skin of Rick's hip. He was so close, all he would need was just one small touch, but he wasn't allowed and Rick wasn't touching him, denying him this relief. Still, he felt like it became too much and not knowing what else to do, weakly tried to squirm away. His attempts were halted and Rick firmly pulled him back into his next thrust. "Naaaahh!" Morty's back arched slightly, his moan laced with surprise as hot wetness suddenly spilled over his abdomen, his hips giving another jerk. In disbelieve, he glanced down, confirming for himself that he had just ejaculated. Just how? Rick hadn't even touched him! Morty hadn't known that this was even possible. Still, the urge to give himself a few relieving squeezes was there and without even thinking about it, his hand wandered to his still angry red cock. The moment that he brushed against the heated flesh, long fingers wrapped around his wrist and pulled the hand away again. The silent command "Don't touch!", rang loud and clear in his head with the action and as he let his limb be guided back to its former place against Rick's hip without resistance, he didn't dare to disobey again and obediently stayed there this time. The elder was still thrusting into his now hypersensitive opening, his movements having slowed a little though. Eventually, he halted altogether and showed at least an ounce of mercy for the poor boy, grasping the sensitive organ that still begged for contact. With strong and deliberate strokes, he milked the member, forcing out the last droplets of cum that dribbled on Morty's abdomen to join the rest, the boy moaning weakly as he did this. Rick let go of his length, his dick flopping back to rest on his pelvis and to the brunet's surprise he was still half-hard – or maybe he was getting hard again already? A part of Morty expected the other to start moving again now, still being aware of the hot presence inside him, but he gasped when he felt slim fingertips instead. With hooded eyes, he watched how Rick played with the small puddle of semen, slowly smearing it over his quivering stomach and all the way up his chest. "Ahh…hah…" The teen couldn't help but moan softly again from the teasing touches, his body trembling like a leaf. He lost sight of the fingers when they left his skin and rose higher, but he could hear the unmistakable sounds of the elder licking and groaning afterwards. "So delicious~" Again, a wave of heat shot through the younger's body from the praise and the thought of the other tasting his cum and —god, just why did he have to do that?! "Haaaah!" Rick began to move again, his thrusts quickly gaining speed. It was apparent that the elder was beginning to get impatient, seeking his own climax now. So, his fingers dug into the teen's hip and soft thigh, hard enough to leave bruises, as he rutted into him. Also becoming more vocal now, his heavy grunts and moans entered Morty's ear and the difference was so drastic from the gentleness before that the teen felt as if he was suddenly in bed with a wild animal…which didn't deterred his arousal in the slightest though. The teen was getting louder now, too, practically screaming as the elder's hips repeatedly slammed into him, deep and hard, and hitting that one spot again. As if he would still need the incentive, fingers wound around his again fully hardened length now and stroked it in a matching rhythm to the thrusts. Morty knew he wouldn't be able to last long like this, his cock drooling precum like crazy and slicking up his shaft and Rick's hand, aiding the pumping movements. "Fuuuck… so good…for me…" Hot breath fanned over his ear and cheek as the other cursed. He could only whimper in answer. "Hngh…hah…aaah! R-Rick…I…uhnn…Oh god!" The hand that had previously been twisting the pillowcase held tight onto the other's arm that had slithered behind his neck as Rick was searching for better leverage. His other hand was reaching around the elder's back as he tried to meet the hammering motions. He felt so hot and was so hard, it was almost painful. "R-Ri—AAAAAAaaaaahhh!" His back arched sharply and the back of his head dug into the pillow as his seed spilled over his sweaty chest. He could feel his insides spasming around Rick's hardness, the rhythmical squeezes triggering the elder's own orgasm. A powerful and deep thrust and Morty called out once more as the head of Rick's cock jabbed into his prostrate again, forcing another spurt from his dick as hot liquid spilled inside him. The elder rode out his orgasm. Another hard thrust, releasing more of his cum inside the teen while more jizz shot onto Morty's chest. "Uhn!" It almost became too much for the brunet, each strong thrust feeling like a climax on its own now, as if the waves of pleasure would never ebb but only rise higher to swallow him whole. …and then Rick stopped, buried as deeply as he possibly could, emptying the last he had to give. Heavily, Morty collapsed back on the bed, panting as if he suffered from an asthma attack, his mind not yet entirely returned from its journey to heaven. A pained whimper escaped his mouth as the other withdrew from his hypersensitive opening and the body underneath him shifted to lay down more comfortably. Silence followed, safe for the gasps of the bed's occupants. As cum dribbled from his used hole, Morty felt this strange emptiness inside him again. He began to worry his lower lip out of habit, feeling the awkward atmosphere return that he had first felt when he had entered this room and didn't know what to do or to expect. Just this time, it felt even heavier than before. His sweaty body began to shiver as it cooled down to room temperature, which wasn't that high in the air-conditioned suite. Trying to hold back a wince, he rolled over to sit up on the bed, looking for his clothes to get dressed again. "You don't have to leave right away." Rick's voice interrupted his careful scanning of the floor. "The room's already paid, so you can stay the night. If you want. I don't really care." The teen could feel the nonchalant shrug, before the other also got up to raid the mini-bar. He turned to watch how the older retrieved a small bottle from the fridge, opened it and swallowed its contents in one go. Then his eyes wandered over the mattress and crumpled sheets. This bed was certainly better than what would await him back in Morty Town and even if he was going to get quite a hefty sum of money now, who knew when he would ever have the chance to spend a night in an actual suite again. Rick placed the empty bottle on the nightstand next to his tie and grabbed the remote to turn on a giant flat screen TV as he got back into bed and drew the covers over his body. His disinterest clearly showed that he gave zero fucks if the boy would decide to stay or leave now. In fact, he was acting so indifferent about it as if this hadn't been a big deal for him at all, as if these auctions were normal for him and he bedded a virgin Morty every week. …Maybe it really wasn't such a big deal to Rick, but it kind of felt like one to Morty. Even though he knew that he should feel about this as uncaring as the other. He looked down at the sheets again, spotting the stains that were slowly drying up to crust on the otherwise pristine bedspread, pondering. "…is it really okay if I stay the night?" "Eh, sure." Rick didn't even look at him. "You were a good fuck and the bed is big enough for two. And as I said, all of this is paid already, so would be kind of a waste, right?" Giving a slight nod, the brunet turned around again and crawled under the covers, drawing them up to his nose. He closed his eyes and blended out the sounds of the TV, feeling so alone right now despite the other's presence. It should be okay for this one night, Morty thought and exhaustion took over, guiding him slowly into the land of restless dreams. After all, he already lost, so there was no point in fighting anymore…

Rick and Morty Forever and One Hundred Years – Chapter 9: A new learning experience

AN: Finally, a (long-awaited) new chapter for this story. Luckily, I had most of this written already so it wasn't that hard to finish this chapter. Next chapter will take longer though since I've only written about half of it and my muse is still not back in working order. Anyways, this'll be a slightly longer chapter and top of that is also contains some smutty goodness, which hopefully makes up for it. Warnings: light Rick/Morty smut

Rick and Morty Forever and One Hundred Years – Chapter 9: A new learning experience It was dinnertime in the Smith household and everyone was quite focused on eating their spaghetti carbonara when Summer was the one, who suddenly decided to break the silence. "So, Morty. How you're holding up with your boyfriend?" This instantly got their parents' attention while Morty choked on his food. "Summer!" He hissed angrily. He hadn't actually told his parents about his relationship yet because he honestly had no idea how to approach the subject. Even though the entire school already knew about it after the whole talk with Jessica, this information hadn't reached his home…until now. However, thankfully – and also quite surprisingly – no one had actually bothered to tease Morty about being gay or whatever despite him worrying that people would make fun of Rick and (especially) of him for this. At the dinner table, the news were met with confusion though. "Boyfriend, huh?" Jerry was the first to comment on it. "I always thought you were a lady's man, Morty?" "Jerry! It doesn't matter if our son likes girls or boys. Just be proud that he finally found someone!" Beth instantly scolded her husband. The tall brunet was quick to defend himself, lifting his hands in a surrendering motion. "I don't have a problem with my son being gay. Just wondering…" Was this discussion really necessary? Morty felt so embarrassed right now that he wanted to be anywhere than here. His appetite at least was completely gone, so maybe he could excuse himself from the table now? He didn't get the chance though. His mom had turned towards him now and obviously had to ask, "So, who is the lucky guy?" Even if he had no food in his mouth right now, the teen had to swallow heavily. "…um…it's Rick…" he admittedly quietly. Beth was clearly surprised while his dad was outright shocked. "Now, I don't have a problem with you liking boys, but I have a problem with you liking that boy!" "Shut up, Jerry!" The blond elbowed him in the side before she turned with a smile towards Morty again. "It's nice that your relationship had developed in that direction and Rick is a really good boy." "Ouch!" The family father complained about the jab into his side. "How is that little punk and hooligan a good boy, Beth?! He's been nothing but a bad influence on our son and now he made him gay, too! That's not okay!!" "Can I leave the table? I'm full and I have to do some homework still." The smaller brunet took the chance to excuse himself before a full-fledged fight between his parents would break out again. "Of course, Sweetie." His mother allowed him to leave before she turned back to his father again to make a counter argument. Morty quickly got up, brought his plate in the kitchen before he scaled the stairs to his room, all the while trying to ignore the shouts of the two adults – though he couldn't help but overhear that his mother pointed out that Rick at least won't accidentally impregnate him, which made him cringe a little. As he closed the door to his room behind himself, he leaned with his back against it and took a deep breath. His heart was still racing from coming out of the closet and confessing to his parents. "By the way, Morty. It had been pretty obvious even before you and Rick got together." Summer's voice, dulled by the wooden barrier, reached his ears. Seems like his sister had also decided to flee the argument at the dinner table and went to her room. A light blush was on Morty's face, but a small smile joined it soon. It felt like a heavy weight was lifted from him and he was so relieved that his family mostly accepted his new relationship. Well, obviously his dad didn't, but that was actually to be expected and the boy decided that his opinion wasn't really that important to him. Having his mom and sister stand behind him, meant a lot though. However, his sister's comment made him think. 'Jeez, had it really been that obvious…?'

Things were as usual again. Rick kept dragging him out of school to have him assist with his science projects and aside from an occasional making out session here and there, nothing had changed from how things were before their relationship had started. Unfortunately, this also meant for Morty that his grades were still as horrible as ever. Even when Rick had shut him out and he had attended his classes again, the brunet had been so helplessly lost on his subjects that he hadn't managed to catch up at all. Not only that, but also because he had been constantly worried and wondering what Rick was doing the entire time. So, he was still stuck being grounded and when he came home with his failed math test and showed it to his mother, it was obvious that that status wouldn't change for a long time to come. The blond frowned down at the test, probably wondering how anyone could get this many answers wrong. Then she sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Morty… I really had hoped now that you're attending your classes regularly again-" He tried to keep a straight face and not give himself away at the mention of his attendance record. "-and since you're still grounded that your grades would improve. But apparently that's not the solution here, so tell me what we need to do to make it better." With guilt written all over his face, Morty could only shrug. What did she expect him to answer? Was there even something that anyone could do to help him…? Oh! Maybe there was! "Um…maybe it would help if I would study with someone together?" He suggested. Another sigh. "Last time your father helped with your homework, you complained that it was all wrong and you would have done better without his help…" "Well, I wasn't talking about Dad!" Morty cut in. "It doesn't really help me when someone tries to explain something to me when they know even less about it." The blond nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's true. But, Morty, I'm not sure if we can afford a private tutor for you…" "Well, I was actually thinking…about asking Rick to tutor me…" As his mother only blinked at him, he quickly added, "I-I mean, he's a genius and a-a-at the top of all of his classes a-and we have almost all the same courses together, too, so there's no-no better choice than him and I'm sure if-if I a-ask him he'll say yes and do it for free, too!" Morty was panting a little from rushing the explanation while Beth still looked at him with an unchanging face. It was honestly unnerving. Then, she finally responded. "That's actually a very good idea, Morty!" Maybe he just imagined it, but pride seemed to swing in her voice – or maybe it was just relieve that she wouldn't have to look for a cheap tutor. "Yes? You think so?" He almost couldn't believe that she agreed. "So, does that mean that Rick can come over?" He didn't entirely forget that his parents were reluctant of having him hang out with Rick outside of school – even though there had been a lot of exceptions like school prom and his double date, but his mother had such a hard time believing that her son even had a social life that she didn't have the heart to ruin it for him. "Of course, he can, Morty. Just remember that it's for tutoring and not something else." While she sounded stern, there was a smile on her face. Morty's face instantly heated up at the suggestion behind those words. "G-geez! O-of course, Mom!" "Well, this better works out, Morty." Beth looked serious again. "If this doesn't do it, we might have to send you to a special school because I don't see another solution here…" The brunet gulped, but nodded in understanding. He could only hope that his best friend slash boyfriend would cooperate, too.

With things established and a follow-up math test coming next Monday, Morty was also able to convince Rick to come over on the weekend to help him study for it. The spiky-haired teen actually accepted the invitation quickly and without any complaints, which surprised the brunet a little since he didn't expect the other to be excited about the prospect of "wasting" their time cramming together. Pretty much like last time that Rick came over, Morty was waiting for him. Instead of pacing in the living room, he hung out in the hallway though, constantly checking the windows if he could spot the other as if he was afraid that he'd somehow overhear the roaring sound of his motorcycle and the doorbell. Summer only rolled her eyes and didn't even bother to comment on her brother's antics this time. Though, it was probably cute that he was acting like a loyal puppy that waited for its owner to come home. The moment, that the loud sound of an engine nearing could be heard, Morty flung open the front door and in typical fashion, Rick parked his motor bike, dismounted it and took off his helmet. Running a hand through his spikes, he walked with a grin over to his waiting boyfriend. "Hey, Morty! Missed me?" He asked cockily. A blush rose to Morty's cheeks and he smiled shyly. "Hey, Rick. I-I'm sure you know the answer already." He readily accepted the small kiss that Rick gave him in greeting. "Well, apparently not enough to throw on some fancy clothes for me this time." The blue-haired teen commented as he eyed the brunet. Somehow, the blush intensified. Sure enough, he just wore his typical yellow t-shirt and dark-blue denim pants. "We do-don't have dinner like last time you were over." Morty tried to defend himself. "A-and you didn't bother wearing something nice either." Truth be told, Rick just wore his standard attire of blue shirt and khakis. "Touché!" The spiky-haired boy replied. Finally, Morty remembered his manners and gestured for the other to come inside, who followed his invitation. He just wanted to lead him upstairs to his room when his mother showed up in the hallway. "Hello, Rick." The teen nodded in greeting. "Hi, Beth." "I hope you remember to do some actual studying and not just make out the entire time." She commented. Morty's cooling cheeks quickly heated up again. "Mom!" "Don't worry about that, Beth." Rick replied and didn't protest when the brunet grabbed his wrist and pulled him upstairs to avoid further embarrassment. As soon as he closed the door after them and noticed how the other teen was looking around, Morty realized that this was actually the first time that Rick was in his bedroom. "Nice room you have, Morty." His friend commented as he eyed his shelf, which was stacked with comic books and collectable figurines. "Th-thanks, Rick." He didn't know why, but for some reason, Morty felt nervous. It wasn't even as if it's the first time that the two were alone together. They were alone together all the time at Rick's workshop. Somehow, this still felt different from that though. He watched how Rick took the freedom to sit down on his bed, testing out a little how bouncy the mattress was. Then the other looked at him and patted the spot beside him. "C'mon, Morty. No need to be so uptight." A sly grin appeared on his face. "If you come over here, I can help you relax." His face seemed to be permanently stuck at looking like a cherry. "N-no, Rick!" He protested. "I was serious when I said that I need your help. I really only asked you to come over to cram." Rick only sighed and rolled his eyes. Apparently, he had had other plans when he agreed to come over to help with studying. Morty continued. "My mom is really upset with my grades and if I don't improve then it won't be "Rick and Morty forever and 100 years" anymore. There won't be any "Rick and Morty" at all." Another sigh. "Fine, let's just get to it then." Rick stood up from the bed and walked over to the desk now, looking at what Morty had already picked out in preparation. "Math, huh?" He already sounded bored out of his mind. "Yeah, we have the test on Monday, remember?" Rick sat down in the only available chair. "Of course, I remember that, Morty…" Then he looked expectantly at the brunet and patted his lap. "What are you waiting for? Hop on already so we can start." "Wha-what?" It was official now that he wasn't going to stop blushing today anymore. "No, Rick. I said we need to cram." "I know. That's why I want you to sit down so we can finally start." The other said matter-of-factly. Morty wanted to protest and say that he would get a second chair, but found himself obediently sitting down in Rick's lap. It was a little weird to be so close to the other. To be able to feel his body heat through their clothes. "…a-are you sure about this, Rick?" He asked quietly. The other's long arms reached around him and settled on top of the desk, caging him in. "Don't worry, Morty. Just trust in my methods. I'll guarantee that you'll learn this in a wink." Still feeling flutters in his stomach, Morty turned towards the desk and the sheet with arithmetical problems for practice. His heart raced when Rick leaned forward and he also looked at the paper over his shoulder, feeling the other at his back, neck and cheek. "Okay, so what do you have trouble with?" The other asked him and Morty tried not to focus on the vibrations he felt coming from Rick's body when he spoke. He swallowed nervously. "Um…all of it?" "Fine, then let's do the first one together." Morty was actually a little surprised that Rick did take it seriously now. With big eyes, he watched how Rick wrote down the solution process for him while explaining every step slowly. The way, he explained it was different from the way that Mr. Goldenfold had taught them and for some odd reason, it began to make much more sense to him now. "Oh, I-I think, I got it now." The brunet slowly calmed down again, focusing on the exercise and noticing that he actually felt really comfortable sitting in the other's lap – feeling safe and protected. "Good. Then try the next one on your own now." Trying to follow exactly the solution path that the other provided to him, he slowly solved the next problem. "Is-is this right?" He asked uncertainly. Rick hummed and Morty shuddered as he felt his boyfriend's hot breath against his ear. "Got it right, Morty. Good job. You deserve a little reward for that." The brunet squeaked softly as a cheeky tongue suddenly liked over his earlobe and teeth gently nibbled on it moments after. A small whimper escaped him as that hot mouth suckled on the lobe for another minute. "For every problem you get right, you're gonna get a little reward." Rick murmured after he stopped his ministrations again, sounding definitely sexy. "And you get something really nice when we're done. How does that sound, Morty?" "S-sounds good." A little out of breath, Morty winced at the high pitch that his voice had right now. Honestly, he couldn't deny that it was a great incentive. "Okay, then solve the next one now." The other teen's voice was still a low rumble that was making Morty's knees weak – good thing that he was already seated. Trying his best to focus on the next math problem, he solved it again. This time a little quicker than before. He smiled broadly when his conclusion was correct once more and keened when Rick rewarded him with small licks and kisses along the sensitive side of his neck. One after the other, he went through the problems, although he did find it increasingly harder to focus properly on them. A certain growing pressure that he could feel in his lower body didn't exactly help his case. And then he suddenly got an answer wrong, being stumped and feeling disappointed in himself. "Oh geez…" "Don't swat it, Morty. Just try again and let's go over your solution path together." The brunet went slowly over the process again, saying aloud all the steps that he went through in his head before. Rick suddenly interrupted him. "Hold on! See, that's where you made the mistake." Now that the other mentioned it, Morty noticed it, too, and corrected it. This time he reached the right solution. "Good. See, you didn't even need my help at the end there." The other teen praised him. His face was turned by a gentle hand and warm lips placed themselves on his own. Rick had given him a few kisses before, but this time an eager and wet muscle begged him for entrance, which Morty quickly granted. The brunet moaned into the kiss and as their tongues played with each other and he started to forget everything around him. "C'mon, Morty. There's still a few problems to solve." After they had separated again, Morty had stared at his friend in a daze and only after being reminded, slowly regained his thought process again. "Don't worry, there not that many left. And as soon as you're done with them, you're going to get that big reward that I promised you." Of course, this kept Morty motivated and even though he felt a little distracted by all of these ministrations, he was really looking forward to what Rick would give him. In no time, he was done and completed the math exercise. Now that he looked over the paper, it actually hadn't been that hard… "Good job, Morty." Again, the spiky-haired teen praised him. "Now for your price…" Rick's hands that had been formerly resting on his hips, suddenly began to wander towards his crotch. Barely avoiding the more than obvious bulge, deft fingers instantly began to work his pants open. The sudden motions caused Morty to sharply suck in a breath of air. "R-Rick? Wh-wha…?" Feeling overwhelmed by the turn of events, the brunet sat frozen in shock and could only stare down at what his boyfriend did to him. The spiky-haired teen didn't stop, but tried to calm him down verbally. "Don't worry, Morty. Just relax. You're gonna like this." Despite the words, Morty still tensed up as his erection was freed, his face feeling hot enough that you could fry eggs on it right now. With baited breath, he watched how long and slim fingers wrapped around his stiff flesh, a moan escaping him on contact and reflexively, he put a hand over his mouth to stifle the embarrassing sounds. While he lost some of his sensitivity due to masturbating very regularly, being touched there by someone else was a completely new and extremely arousing sensation. That it was the first time that it was happening to him, didn't really help either. Clamping the hand tighter over his mouth, Morty found himself unable to tear his eyes away as Rick's hand began to move. Slowly but confidently, it kneaded along the shaft, wandering to the tip and then back down again, gripping a bit tighter and pulling down the foreskin to reveal the already glistening head. Not knowing what to do with himself, Morty gripped his boyfriend's arm with his free hand – not to stop the movements. Only because he needed to hold onto something. He whimpered and moaned with each motion, feeling more than just overwhelmed by the current situation. Honestly, what Rick was dishing out today was already more than what he was used to. They hadn't really went past kissing before and the other was the one, who said that he would take it slow with him. How this was considered slow was beyond Morty. Rick's other hand meanwhile had snuck under his t-shirt, briefly caressing over the soft skin of his stomach until it rested on his chest, holding him securely since Morty had started to squirm around a bit in his lap. He was sure that the other could clearly feel the rapid beat of his heart right now. Following the light pressure, he obediently leaned back against Rick, yet he still watched what that skillful hand was doing to him. The grip had become a bit firmer now as those fingers moved rhythmically up and down. Stopping at the head, a lone fingertip glided over the slit a few times, slowly spreading the pre that had gathered there all over the sensitive glans. It made Morty's body tremble. The precum slicked fingers focused back on his heated shaft again, the pace slowly picking up and with each descend, Rick twisted his wrist in a certain way that had the brunet moaning loudly into his sweaty palm. Inadvertently his hips began to rock into his boyfriend's hand, trying to match the rhythm. Somehow, Rick was doing this exactly how he loved it the most and it astounded Morty. Sure, he knew that the blue-haired teen was no virgin and sexually far more experienced than he was. The talk around school about Rick's flings with the many, many girls was speaking for itself and no one made a secret out of him being a good lay. And while he had heard about Rick also having dated a few boys, Morty really had no idea that he was also this good with "taking care" of his male partners. Then again, he should have expected no less from the genius. The pressure in Morty's lower body had built up so much that he didn't know how much longer he would be able to last. Rick's hand was still insistently pumping his erection and when the fingers of the other one gently stroked over his chest and lips found his earlobe again, he became undone. Biting into his hand to avoid screaming aloud, he threw his head back, leaning it on Rick's shoulder. Only vaguely, he noticed that the other quickly moved to catch his cum with his hand – thankfully keeping him from staining the floor. While his mind was still pleasantly dazed from his relieve, soft kisses were peppered on his neck. "Tha…that was…wow!" Morty commented after he came down from his high again. A chuckle escaped the other and one last kiss was placed behind his ear. "You know, Morty, it's going to be even better when we do it for real." The promise sent another shiver through his body and Morty wondered how that was even possible. However, he wasn't going to question Rick on that. Suddenly remembering that his pants were still undone, he quickly tugged himself back inside and closed them. Still feeling a little embarrassed about the entire situation, Morty wasn't sure what Rick was expecting of him now. Did he want him to return the favor or something? What was the etiquette for after getting a handjob? His own inexperience with these matters made him feel only more self-conscious. He cleared his throat. "Um…do you—?" "Think this is enough studying or do you need some more practice?" Rick interrupted him. This wasn't what he had expected. "Oh…um…" Looking down at the solved sheet, he contemplated. "Maybe we could practice a little bit more, just to be sure? B-but I-I'm fine with doing it without any rewards." Not that he didn't like it, but Morty wasn't entirely sure if he could handle more of that for now. His poor heart was still racing like crazy. His suggestion wasn't met with protest and they continued to cram innocently, yet he still get to sit in Rick's lap the entire time. Come Monday, Morty passed the math test with flying colors.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys – Chapter 6: "Never more than five Mortys, huh?" / "I hate you!!"

AN: This is it now people. The last chapter. It's the one that I'm actually most excited about and I hope that you'll like it :) Also sorry for posting slightly late, but stuff came up yesterday. Warnings: more Morty battles, so violence

The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys – Chapter 6: "Never more than five Mortys, huh?" / "I hate you!!" "So, why are we doing this again?" Rick C-133 asked his Morty, as they stood hidden behind the Morty Day Care. "We're trying to follow that corrupt Guard Rick to find out where the brothel is located at." The boy replied irritated. "Yeah, I got that part. But tell me again why WE are the ones doing that? Shouldn't K-4872 be the one to do this espionage bit since he was the one that wanted to find the culprit behind those illegal activities?" "Well, he's busy investigating something or someone else right now and asked us if we could do this." "You do realize that we're also busy trying to find a certain culprit. Do I really have to remind you of that?!" "No, but maybe we find our Morty there, too. What better hiding place would there be for him?" Rick didn't have a comeback to that. It was probably true that their mysterious Morty would be able to blend in best in a place that was full of Mortys, but still had limited access. Yet, he wanted to argue back that it might be too much of a coincidence to find the one they're looking for like that. Not that their current search all over the Citadel had yielded much better results so far. Just as he was about to open his mouth to make another comment, Rick was shushed by his Morty. The boy was peeking around the corner and saw the Rick that they had been waiting for standing at the otherwise empty counter. He really was dressed in civil now – better said, he was sporting the standard lab coat and blue sweater that most dimensions' Ricks seemed to prefer. It was really a surprise that he still continued to do this after he had seen and overheard how they had cornered Storage Rick today. Maybe Storage Rick was really good at convincing him that everything was still good and he really didn't rat anyone out. Whatever it was, Morty tried to keep an eye on the Rick's actions while trying to not be noticed, staying hidden behind the corner and having to be careful if they wanted to follow him stealthily to wherever he was going to deliver the five Mortys that he was getting handed…

Rick C-137 and his group of Mortys meanwhile were on their way to the building where the "Council of Dicks" resided in. He finally had enough badges together to fight them. It was actually ridiculous how many you needed just to be allowed to kick all of their asses. However, he finally had collected enough and was also pretty confident in his team of Mortys that he had gathered. Not that he really needed to worry about that anyways, since he knew the council enough to know that those Ricks were all talk, but had no bite behind it. The only thing that they could do was to abuse their position to enforce stupid stuff on other Ricks, but if you were to strip them of that power, they would be absolutely nothing. "Well, c'mon, Morty. This finally starts to feel like we're getting somewhere in this story. If we win this, we're finally going to get my portal gun back. And hey, you even managed to clear up your little side-quest-thing there—that big thing that you were playing detective for and now all of those Mortys will be saved and everyone's gonna get a happy end. Well, as long as you don't lose against the Mortys from the Council Dicks that we're going to face now." Rick drawled to his original grandson on their way there. "It's not solved yet, but you're right. C-133 should be able to find the location now and then they can report it to the Citadel police so that they can arrest everyone involved…" Morty didn't sound as enthusiastic as he should. His Rick was right. Things were finally starting to look up. They would be clearing up the whole Morty-trafficking affair and when they defeated the Council they would get their portal gun back so that his grandpa could concentrate on hunting Mysterious Rick down. And he should have no doubt that his Rick would find him – he'd probably made some sort of tracking gadget again to find the other. The only one that they couldn't help with resolving their problem now was the C-133 duo (and Rick P-78 and his Morty who were only here to help those two). It was certainly worrisome to know that there was a Morty out there who was willing to kill other Mortys and try to turn Ricks into mindless puppets. In a way it reminded him a little of that event with Evil Rick who also kidnapped Mortys and tried to download the contents of his Rick's brain. He wondered why that Morty was doing that – what could be his endgame? However, there was no time to worry about that for him now. The entrance of the government building came already in sight and the only thing he would have to worry about now was winning their next battles. Actually, he felt a little pumped up about this and more motivated than in the beginning. Maybe he was just getting used to fighting? Whatever it was, he felt ready for it. As they ventured up the small flight of steps, it struck Morty as odd that the Guard Ricks that were usually positioned next to the doors weren't there, but he didn't dwell too much on it. However, he probably should have thought about that because once they walked inside, he saw what had happened to them: The Guard Ricks (who were unconscious) as well as all of the Council members had been beaten and tied up. And the Rick who was responsible for it stood right in the middle of it all… "That's it. You Council of Idiots have fucked up so much that I will take matters into my own hands now. I will take all of the Mortys on the Citadel with me!" Mysterious Rick declared with an insane glint in his eyes. "What? That's Rickdiculous!" Riq VI said. "Wait! Could that mean that Mysterious Rick is the one behind the Morty kidnappings?! And the t-thing with the illegal brothels?!" Morty C-137 blurted out and directed the attention of everyone inside the room to them now. The new voice made Mysterious Rick also spin around in surprise. He grinned lecherously as his eyes landed on Morty C-137 and he seemed to instantly recognize him. "Oh, it's you, my lovely. I'm really glad to see you." He said. Morty felt chills running down his spine and he was surprised, but also relieved as his Rick stepped in front of him and shielded him with his body. As Mysterious Rick's eyes fell on Rick C-137, his grin dropped and was replaced with a scowl that matched the other's face. "Not too happy about seeing you again though." He seethed. "The feeling is mutual, but we still have some unfinished business left to discuss." "Well, unfortunately you picked a really bad timing. It's still a little too early for our confrontation." Mysterious Rick smiled evilly and threw an object at him. Rick's eyes widened and he yelled at his Mortys "Duck!" before also getting down and covering his face as the bomb landed on the ground. However, instead of exploding, it only released smoke. As Rick looked up again, he could see the tail end a familiar red cape fluttering right past him. "Quick! He's trying to escape!" Rick shouted and he and his Mortys gave chase. "H-Hey! What about us?" yelled the still tied up council members after the retreating team. Mysterious Rick ran. That C-137 had really picked a bad timing there. This wasn't how he had planned it, dammit!

The C-133 duo meanwhile had been able to follow Rick T-42 without getting detected. "Aw fuck! You gotta be shitting me!!" The Rick groaned out loudly. It made the pair wonder what was up since they were not able to see what he was seeing right now. "Don't worry about that, T-42." A voice suddenly rang out through the small alley. It came from a person that stood on the roof. The C-133 duo flinched, not sure if the mysterious person had seen them from where he stood. "Just bring them to the other one in sector 3 for now." The boy who could only be a Morty continued to instruct. "Got ya." The Rick replied and ventured off to the opposite direction with all five Mortys still trailing obediently behind him. Morty C-133 wondered if they should continue to follow T-42 or concentrate on the ominous Morty on the roof who seemed to have a much higher rank in this trafficking organization. Besides, if they walked after the Rick, he would surely see them. That is if he hadn't already… "I haven't really expected you two to show up here so fast." The Morty directed at them now. Okay, so he had already seen them. "Holy crap! Morty, that's him! That's the zany Morty that we're looking for!" Rick suddenly blurted out. It took a few moments to recognize the other since he wore such a weird outfit: a black uniform with a red 'M' on its front, matching hat and mask and a red cape. However, there was no mistaking that this was the weird Morty that had hired those Mercenary Ricks to kidnap his Morty and tried to manipulate him! He could just tell from that voice and attitude.

Said Morty didn't seem to be bothered that he was found out since he only grinned at Rick C-133's outburst. Then he suddenly began to bolt. "Quick, Morty! Don't lose him!" Rick bellowed and instantly ran after the culprit. As they dashed out of the alleyway, Morty vaguely noticed that the building that T-42 had led them to was surrounded by police vehicles and Guard Ricks were swarming the place. Looks like the police forces and/or militia of the Citadel had already found one of the brothels and was busting the place. So at least that was a problem that was getting resolved already. Good for K-4872. Now if they would only be able to catch this Morty, they would have also accomplished their own mission.

"Damn, did we lose him?" Rick C-137 turned in every direction, trying to figure out which way Mysterious Rick had run. He and his troupe of Mortys were panting heavily, having chased the weirdo Rick up until this point, but apparently lost sight of him as they came to this cross-section. Rick was pissed, not believing that the other just got away like that when he was so goddamn close to catching him. He was almost ready to give up when he suddenly caught sight of a red cape that just vanished around a corner. "There he is! C'mon, Mortys!" The group continued to chase after their suspect, however, after a while of following this guy, they noticed that something was off. "Wait a second, Rick. This guy isn't Mysterious Rick. Doesn't he look like a Morty?" Morty C-137 began to ask midrun. Indeed, the figure that they were chasing after now looked too short to be a Rick, so it could obviously only be a Morty. Of course, his grandfather had already noticed that, too. "Yeah, Morty, but see that outfit that he wears? It's the same as that weirdo has and I doubt that it's coincidence. Chances are high that this Morty is his acquaintance or at least somehow connected to him and this time we won't lose him." What Morty hadn't noticed was that the scientist had pulled out his handy Mortytector. With the help of the device they would be able find him again even if he would manage to outrun team C-137. Rick had already read his dimension number and would be able to track him anywhere now.

"Goddamnit!" Rick C-133 cursed as he looked around the cross-section. They had just lost the Morty that they had been chasing after. And he still hadn't bothered to build a Mortypad with which he would have been able to trace him. Just his luck. "Oh man. What do we do now, Rick?" Morty wondered, looking at the surrounding streets in confusion as he tried to figure out where his evil counterpart went. "We lost him, Morty. So there's nothing we can do now. I have no way to track the little shit…" They could only admit defeat now as much as Rick hated to do it. Back to square one, though not entirely stuck as before since they at least knew now that the little psycho seemed to have to do something with that illegal brothel ring… "Hey, Rick! There!" Morty pointed to a figure that just disappeared around a corner. Immediately the duo chased after them, but Morty quickly realized his mistake. "Oh, that's not that Morty. It's actually a Rick." The boy was about to stop, but his Rick kept running, so he started to jog after his grandfather again. "Maybe. But this Rick wears the same weird uniform as our Morty, so he might lead us to the little shit." "Wha-what are you doing?" Morty asked as he saw that the scientist pulled his mobile phone from his lab coat. "I'm calling P-78, so he can cut off the guy's escape route. Otherwise it's stupid just trying to chase and risk losing him again." The other replied while he quick-dialed the aforementioned Rick's number. There was no way that Rick C-133 would make the same mistake twice…

Mysterious Rick was getting pretty annoyed that he couldn't shake off his pursuer. For a moment, he had actually thought that he managed to lose them, but suddenly they were right behind him again. Of course, in his haste he didn't notice that the duo that was following him now were not Rick and Morty C-137, but C-133 even though it was probably weird that the other Mortys weren't there anymore, but for all he knew they had decided to split up in search for him. Since he was too busy to come up with an idea how he could get away – using his portal gun was out of the question since they were close enough to follow him through it and he didn't want his precious Legendary Morty end up getting stranded in a dangerous place – and too focused on the Rick and Morty behind him, he didn't pay attention to where exactly he ran. So, he only noticed too late when he ran into someone else. As he looked at the person that he had crashed into, he was confused because it was a Morty who had copied his get-up. Considering that escape was of higher priority to him, he got up again and tried to continue running. However, that didn't work out very well because his escape route was suddenly blocked off by another Rick and Morty pair – P-78 and A22ß6. He also quickly noticed that escaping to his right was not possible since Team C-137 which had been chasing after the weird Morty had also caught up now. That left him with only one way, but that was surprisingly quickly blocked off as well as Rick and Morty K-4872 showed up – wherever those two had suddenly come from. Mysterious Rick groaned, seeing as he wouldn't be able to simply get out of this now. With narrowed eyes, he looked at the mysterious Morty who he was going to blame for his failed escape now. His eyes widened for a moment, as he seemed to recognize the boy. "Oh, great. Not you of all people." He murmured sarcastically. The Morty only humphed in recognition. "Wow, guys! What are you doing here?" Morty C-137 asked while trying to catch his breath. "Yeah, I also wanted to ask you that." Morty C-133 retorted. "We were following Rick T-42 as agreed and then we ran into this Morty, who is the same Morty that we have been looking for, but then we lost him and saw this Rick and then we followed him." "We went to the Council and Mysterious Rick was there and we've been chasing him, lost him and then we found this Morty who wears the same clothes as him, so we followed him instead." C-137 also explained. "A-an-and we're ju-just here be-because C-133 called u-us." Morty A22ß6 said. His Rick added, "Yeah, because we were supposed to cut this Rick's escape route off." All eyes turned to the K-4872 duo. "And we're here because we were tracking Mysterious Rick. I know that this is the Rick that C-137 was looking for now, but that isn't the only reason why we were after him." "It's because he has to do with the Morty kidnappings, right?" Morty C-137 threw in now. "He said something like wanting to take all the Mortys of the Citadel when he was in the Council building." "Not quite." Morty K-4872 corrected him. "Mysterious Rick or better said Rick C-777 is actually the owner and CEO of Morty Inc. which is handling all Pocket Mortys related facilities like the Day Care and the Morty Games Coliseum. But that doesn't mean that he's all innocent since he's known for having an obsession with collecting Mortys and it's pretty obvious that these facilities were just used as a means to broaden his collection." The mysterious Morty scoffed as he listened to that. Mysterious Rick threw in evil glare in the boy's direction. Morty K-4872 continued with what he had found out during his investigation, "What is even more interesting to note is that he is actually the one who had hired us to assassinate Rick S-121 because the Morty brothel ring is hindering his Morty collecting obsession." "Oh, I should have known that you were behind that!" The evil Morty spoke up again and looked angrily at Mysterious Rick. "What did you think you were doing, you asshole?!" "Oh, I know what you were doing, trying to steal these Mortys away and making my search for the Legendary Morty unnecessarily harder!" The culprit Rick retorted. "Wait? So does that mean that the Morty that C-133 was looking for is behind that Morty brothel ring now?" Morty C-137 threw in, getting more confused by the minute. "Yes, it seems that way." Morty K-4872 confirmed. "This Morty has been manipulating Ricks and Mortys alike to build up his whole crime organization. And he had been stealing from Rick C-777's facilities the entire time." The revelation brought Mysterious Rick to sprout another tirade at the Morty who had no scruple using Ricks and Mortys to get what he wanted. "You, little fuck! You stole from me! All those precious Mortys! And if that wasn't bad enough you had to dirty them! You've ruined everything, absolutely everything that I spent so much time on to build up!!" Rick C-777 seethed. "Dirtying them? And what do you think it is that you were doing or trying to do to those Mortys?" Morty C-777 shot back, apparently feeling not even an ounce of regret for the things that he had done. "I'm not like those Ricks. I'm different and I was only trying to find the perfect Morty." Saying that, Mysterious Rick looked straight at Morty C-137, who couldn't stop himself from shuddering. Gulping soundly, he stepped up and with a lightly unstable voice, he forced out, "Y-you're both horrible people! And even if you—" he pointed at Mysterious Rick at that. "—have been fighting against that brothel ring, it was only so that you could go and rape all the Mortys instead, which is in no way better than what he had been doing!!" Completely ignoring what the other Morty had just said, the evil brunet asked his fittingly-dressed counterpart, "So, did you finally get the Morty that you had wanted?" "Well, I've caught a few Mortys, but none of them were good enough for me yet, just like my original Morty." He stressed those last two words as he looked sharply at the boy. "However, despite your worst efforts, I was finally able to find the Legendary Morty and I only want him – Morty C-137 – because he is the purest Morty of them all. Unlike the little shit that I had been cursed with!!" "Wait! Does that mean that this Morty is actually your original Morty?" For Morty C-137 the pieces of the puzzle finally started to fall into place – somewhat at least. "Yep, it is." His grandfather confirmed, looking at his Mortytector. "Dimension C-777. That's his." "That one is no Morty of mine. He is so impure – the most impure Morty there is. I don't want him or want anything to do with him." Rick C-777 shouted and looked clearly disgusted at even being brought in connection with the boy who still stood next to him. "I'm just interested in pure and innocent Mortys. And I'm going to make them all mine." Before anyone could even say something else, Morty C-137 stepped forward. "That's it! I've had enough of this! Let me at him, Rick. I'm gonna beat that bastard for good now." Rick C-137 wore a proud grin on his face. "Sure, Morty. If that's what you want, be my guest." If the boy was finally getting into it, then by all means… Mysterious Rick blinked in confusion, but saw that there was obviously no other way out of this situation than to battle it out. So he grabbed his portal gun and opened a portal, so he could summon his own Mortys to fight for him. "Come, my Mortys." He called and not soon after a few Mortys departed from the open vortex. "What? Where is the rest of you guys?" "Do you know how late it is, Rick? Most of us have already gone to bed." One sleepy Morty answered and rubbed one of his eyes. "Then go back and wake them up! I need all of you for this battle." "Okay." The Morty trotted back into the portal, which closed again. He would just have to do in the meantime with the Mortys that he had here. The first wave consisted of eight Mortys in total – of course, the cheater had to summon more than was allowed according to the official rules. "Never more than five Mortys, huh?" Morty C-137 complained about that. "I guess there are just some Ricks who don't like to play by the rules, Morty." His grandpa replied to that. Unfortunate as it was, his team really only consisted of five Mortys in total, which was going to place them at a disadvantage now. Or at least that was what Rick C-137 had thought, completely forgetting that they weren't entirely alone right now. "C'mon, Morty. Get in there and help them." Rick K-4872 suddenly spoke up. "What?! Why?!" His Morty instantly protested. "What? Y-you think that they can—they can do it alone? Just look at how many Mortys he has." "He's right, Morty." Rick C-133 said now. "You go in there and help them out, too." While Morty C-133 sounded anything but pleased at the prospect, he obediently walked over towards the other Mortys, who were getting ready for the battle. He couldn't deny that C-137's Mortys alone wouldn't be able to do it. Rick P-78 looked at his own Morty, but instead of ordering to also get into the fight, as the other Ricks had, he asked, "You wanna join in, too?" He certainly wasn't going to "force" his Morty into this if he didn't want to. Morty A-22β6 looked at him for a moment as if to contemplate, but then resolution showed on his face as he nodded. "Y-y-yeah because—" and then he turned to Mysterious Rick and yelled clear and without stuttering "—because Ricks like you give nice Ricks like Q-89 a bad reputation!" A disappointed groan could be heard and Rick P-78 slapped a hand on his face and dragged it down in annoyance. "Really, Morty? Really? That's your reasoning here?" he asked and looked at his Morty, his face showing that he was questioning him, but not angry. "What's wrong, P-78? Getting jealous?" Rick C-133 couldn't help, but mock him. "As if! Why should I be jealous?!" Rick P-78 fired back. He really wasn't. Even if his Morty was attracted to Rick Q-89, he had already told him that he wanted to stay with him and be his Morty. Only his. The thought made him almost blush, but Ricks don't blush, so he was able to fight the face coloration down before anyone could take notice of it. The Mortys were now facing off against each other, as each seemed to pick their opponent. Morty C-137 was standing opposite to the Rick Morty that they had met in the dungeon who was still clad in the self-made wig and the stolen shirt and lab coat from his original Rick as well as holding said Rick's well preserved brain firmly in his small hands as it was still leaking fluid onto the ground. His opponent's bloodshot eyes were staring directly into his own. However, Morty didn't shudder or react otherwise to it. While he still thought that the other Morty was creepy, he wasn't scared of this battle. He had been more than ready to fight when they were on their way to the Council and his confidence and will to brawl hadn't lessened one bit over the entire chase. Morty C-133 meanwhile was faced with the Super Rick Fan Morty. However, he instantly noticed that his opponent was barely paying attention to him. No, instead the fan seemed much more interested in Rick C-133. And it was pissing Morty off. This was already the second time that a Morty was awfully interested in his Rick. What was the deal with that? Morty wasn't willing to share – he had already had a hard time accepted Summer to join in on their "Rick and Morty adventures" – and least of all was he willing to hand his Rick over to anyone else. That was his grandpa! Morty A-22β6 looked at his opponent who was none other than a Mermaid Morty, who looked a little out of his element, balancing with his tail on the concrete. The shy brunet swallowed heavily while mentally telling himself that he shouldn't be scared now. After all, he had been able to defeat the nightmarish version of his original Rick and he had the support of his new Rick as well as Rick Q-89 (even if he wasn't present right now) and that was all that he truly needed to face off in this battle. Morty K-4872 was facing Crazy Cat Morty and couldn't help but instantly feel really bad as he stared into the innocent eyes of the other. Unlike Team C-137 he wasn't seasoned in Morty battles, so he acted as he always had to on his missions - pointing his laser gun at the enemy. Of course, it only made him feel more miserable because he knew that he shouldn't really shoot the other Morty. It wasn't the boy's fault. He was just being controlled and the one who was actually at fault here was obviously Rick C-777. It was always a Rick. And it's also always a Rick that he shoots down in the end, so he began to think that it's just the best if they take the short route and aimed with his pistol at Mysterious Rick now. What he didn't notice in time was that at that exact moment the Cat Morty's eyes changed and he hissed as he noticed that his Rick was in danger. The crazy Morty instantly leapt to attack K-4872, biting and scratching at him like a wild animal and managing to topple him over, so that he accidentally dropped his gun in the process. Judge Morty meanwhile looked in confusion at the one that would be his opponent. It was a Colossal Head Morty who looked equally confused back at the former. The judge was pretty sure that he had never seen anything crazy like this before in his life. Ironically, the Morty that consistent of nothing more than a giant head, thought the exact same thing as he looked at the judiciary executioner. Shadow Morty was the one who looked the most unsure with his enemy, yet there was no doubt that he picked the most fitting one for himself – he was staring at the Phantom Morty. The other ghost-like Morty looked at him with sorrowful eyes and it was hard to tell who he was pitying more – himself or the specter. Morticia couldn't help but cringed at the enemy that she was stuck with. The strong stench of urine could be smelled from all the way where she stood and she was totally grossed out from seeing how dirty that Hobo Morty was. While she usually wasn't as squeamish as most girls, she thought that she found her master for sure this time… Super Morty Fan Morty looked downright delighted at the opponent that he got. But also confused. "Are you actually a Morty in there?" he asked as he stared at Mascot Morty. His enemy sighed, looking anything but pleased at having to battle now. As if a silent signal fell, the Mortys started to jump at each other – minus Morty K-4872 and the Crazy Cat Morty who were already wrestling with each other on the ground. Morty C-137 tackled the Rick Morty to the ground who in turn let his Rick's brain drop. In slight shock he stared at the pinkish mass that laid on the ground and C-137 also look towards it, but rather with badly hidden disgust. The next moment, he was suddenly pushed off, as Rick Morty seemed to have snapped. The cosplaying Morty attacked him relentlessly, clearly in a rage for what had just happened. Morticia meanwhile was still trying to keep an even distance from her enemy. She just couldn't shake off the disgust that she felt from even having to look at the hygiene-lacking Morty. Ironically, her enemy didn't try anything on her, just standing there and looking at her. "Do you like dogs?" he suddenly asked. Morticia stopped where she stood and questioningly looked back at him. "Uh…actually, not really. I'm more of a cat person." Hobo Morty looked displeased at the answer. K-4872 was naturally still busy wrestling with the crazy Morty with the fake cat ears. It was a real struggle for him since the other fought literally back with nails and teeth, scratching and biting him. "Ow! What the heck is wrong with you?" K-4872 yelled. "Quit acting like you're a feral animal! Is your Rick seriously making you act like this?!" Even if the other boy was remote controlled via the manipulator chip, it didn't really make sense to him. Maybe it wasn't entirely Mysterious Rick's doing, but this Morty seriously believed himself to be a cat and was therefore acting like this. A-22β6 gulped heavily as he looked at his opponent, who still hadn't done anything yet. The mermaid just tilted his head and looked curiously at him. "Are you a new friend?" he asked eventually. "U-uh… no. We-we're enemies. We're sup-supposed to f-fight a-against each other." The Shy Morty replied, a little confused that the mermaid even had to ask. "Oh." His opponent only replied and looked disappointed. A-22β6 was clearly confused and didn't know what to do now. Was he supposed to attack first or something? 'Here goes nothing.' He thought as he readied himself and advanced on his opponent. Super Morty Fan Morty meanwhile was already in the middle of his attack – though he didn't view it as such. He hung around the neck of the Mascot Morty and still tried to figure out what – or better said, who – was really underneath that mask. "C'mon! Are you a Morty wearing a Morty costume or are you someone else? I need to know!!" "Cut that out! Let go of me!!" Mascot Morty was clearly getting frustrated with the clingy Morty and tried to shake him off of himself again. Unfortunately, for him, to no avail… The showdown between the two ghostly Mortys looked anything but spectacular at the moment. They were just staring at each other with sad and lonely eyes. If you were close enough to them, you would actually be able to hear them communicate with each other, using pitiful wails and moans. Looks like this was a battle that wouldn't take off very soon… Judge Morty meanwhile was still looking in irritation at the Colossal Head Morty. The bodiless Morty meanwhile floated around, looking like he was searching for an opening to attack the other Morty, but also looking as if he was scared getting to close to him. Still the Morty in the black robes didn't leave his enemy out of his eyes and his stare was intense enough that it might as well be an attack on its own – and it was clearly causing damage to his opponent. C-133 on his end was currently still being ignored by his opponent. "You're Rick C-133, aren't you? C-dimension Ricks are so incredible." The fanboy fawned. Rick C-133 looked anything but pleased by the attention that he received and tried to inch further away. "Uh, Morty? How about you start attacking this little lunatic? Any time now?" "I would if he would finally start looking at me!" Morty replied, getting more and more frustrated by the minute as he just kept being ignored. His Rick looked at him as if asking if he was really serious. Being fed up with it, Morty decided that he just would make the other look at him. Even while this whole fight was like another battle royal again, Mysterious Rick was very focused on it and with his longstanding experience as a Morty trainer – how long had Pocket Mortys been a thing anyway? – he was able to evenly order his Mortys to attack. At his Rick's command, Super Rick Fan Morty forced himself to turn away from Rick C-133 and eagerly went to attack Morty C-133. The boy in the yellow shirt was actually hit by surprise since he had been convinced that he needed to land the first hit to get the attention. So, the fanboy's attack came out of nowhere for him since he had just suddenly turned around and clogged him straight in the face. The force of the punch was enough to knock C-133 on the ground and he looked up in shock as the other didn't even give him time to recover from it and just pounced on him to continue with what he had started now. "Don't be scared now and just attack him!" was the order that Colossal Head Morty received from his Rick. It was as if that simple sentence drained all the fear from him and before Judge Morty could react, the floating head came charging right at him. The bodiless Morty rammed with his full weight into the public officer who was swept off his feet by the force. Judge Morty coughed and rolled on the ground in order to get up again, clearly struggling with this usually easy task. The hit really took it out of him. Phantom Morty finally also went into action and stopped fraternizing with the enemy as he heard his Rick's voice. The glowing ghost Morty floated towards the specter and grabbed his neck, attempting to strangle the other. While it would have been normally impossible for that to work since Shadow Morty had no physical form the ectoplasmic creature was in the same state as him and therefore something akin to physical contact between them was possible. Feeling the other Morty was so surprising for the shade that he had no idea what to do. His shadowy hands just wrapped around the ghostly ones of his opponent and tried to pry them off again. "I've had it with you!" Mascot Morty finally snapped and managed to throw the attached fanboy to the ground. Not wasting any precious time, he used the moment of surprise to pummel his enemy who still needed to recover from falling on the ground. Super Fan Morty squeaked as his enemy really began to lay into him. A-22β6 made the mistake that he was inching slowly towards his opponent instead of just lunging at him. Because if he had done that he might have been able to land the first hit. As it was though, the Mermaid Morty was the one, who beat him to it now. At Mysterious Rick's command, he quickly slipped over the ground like a sea snake through water and whacked the shy boy with his tail. The fishy Morty kept attacking with his fin unrelenting even if his opponent squealed and whimpered in pain from the onslaught. K-4872 still tried to wrestle his opponent to the ground, who didn't let up in his ferociousness – quite the opposite actually. As soon as Mysterious Rick told him to keep going, the animal-like Morty only continued to bite harder. K-4872 was getting convinced that this wasn't entirely Rick C-777's doing. There really was something wrong with this whacky Morty and it didn't just had to do with the chip. The Morty in the green vest growled as he fought back harder than ever now. As if he would get defeated by a lunatic! The Hobo Morty may have only looked angry at the female Mortys response, but he seemed to have gotten really enraged as soon as his Rick gave him the order to quit stalling and finally attack. Morticia squeaked and tried her best to evade as her opponent finally got in gear and tried to attack her. Normally she would have already countered, but her stinking counterpart was still grossing her out too much. However, it was probably also a good think because it kept her motivated to dodge all of his oncoming attacks. C-137's predicament meanwhile hadn't gotten any better. The initial rage of the insane Morty had turned into some obligation to follow whatever his genius grandfather ordered him to do. And if he was ordered to destroy his opponent then that was what he would do. Of course, he had no idea that Mysterious Rick didn't want C-137 getting hurt too much – really just enough so that he could take him with him without a fight after this whole battle was over – and so he was ready to kill his counterpart. Morty C-137 could feel that intention in every one of his enemy's blows – and that was really scary! "See that?" Mysterious Rick asked as he pushed with his elbow in his original Morty's side. "My Mortys are great! Nothing like you." Morty C-777 snorted. "How would you know? It's not like you have ever used me in a Morty battle. You have no frame of reference how good I really am!" Now it was his Rick's turn to snort. "What-what is that? A straight invitation to your bedroom, you little whore?" The way that Mysterious Rick had phrased it made the Morty look clearly upset again. "That bullshit might work on other Ricks, but not on me, you slut!" This was setting off a huge argument and before long, the two were bickering like an old married couple. Of course, this in turn took Mysterious Rick's attention from the ongoing battles, which probably wasn't his wisest decision. Especially since team C-137 had already proven after their battle against Shibuya Rick that they were pretty good at managing on their own and without their Ricks' orders. Morty C-137 had no intention to die at the hands of a crazy, scary Morty – well, he didn't have the intention to die by the hands of anyone, as long as he still had a say in the matter – so, he mobilized all the strength that he found in his body and pushed his opponent off again. Apparently, it was quite a lot of strength, he noticed, since the force had sent his enemy practically flying. He looked down at his own hands and wondered if the Morty battles that he went through in the past days had really been such a good training for him to become this strong. Deciding that now wasn't really the time to ponder on that – and it doesn't really matter anyways – he focused back on his opponent, who finally got up again. He charged at Rick Morty again and exchanged blows with him. While it looked like the damage that they dealt was evenly at first, it soon showed that the weird Morty was the one whose energy was quickly depleting. He looked helplessly up at Mysterious Rick who unfortunately didn't have any eyes for him since he was still arguing with his original Morty. With his Rick being blind to his plight, it didn't take much longer until he was drained and collapsed. Morticia was still busy whining and evading Hobo Morty as if he was a spider, not having made much progress in her own battle. It was only when he finally managed to grab her wrist that she completely snapped and lashed out at him. She repeatedly kept bashing on his head with her free hand until he let go while screaming loudly all the while. However, even after he released her, she didn't calm down again. Morticia was getting on the offensive and repeatedly punched him till he stumbled on the ground. Then she continued to kick him all the while yelling about how gross he is and to never touch her again. By the time that she had calmed down again, the Hobo Morty was already passed out. She flushed in embarrassment as she realized what kind of scene she must have made. Well, she won the fight. That was all that mattered, wasn't it? Morty K-4872 was still struggling against his opponent. However, fueled by his determination he finally managed to get slowly the upper hand. After pushing the other far enough off that he could use his legs, he kicked Crazy Cat Morty off of himself and got on his feet. He winced and held his wounded arm, convinced that the cat-eared brunet had actually teared a chunk of his flesh out. The feline-like Morty was even quicker up on his feet now and looked truly horrifying with all the blood around his mouth. He leapt at K-4872 again, but this time he saw the attack coming and managed to evade it. Morty K-4872 used this short time frame to scramble for his dropped gun again. After picking it up, he didn't aim at his enemy though. Instead, he decided to use the handle of his weapon to whack him in the head – every ounce of mercy was gone from him after the stunts that his counterpart had pulled on him. Crazy Cat Morty began to stagger from the injury to his head. However, K-4872 didn't give him a break to recover and hit him again. It only took three more well-placed hits until his opponent was down. K-4872 only huffed, being fed up with these Morty battles already and feeling suddenly much less sympathy for his brethren. It was just impossible for him to blame this completely on Mysterious Rick and somehow this only infatuated him more now… A-22β6 was still under attack from the merboy. The fishy tail kept whacking him repeatedly and trying to shield himself with his arms from the onslaught didn't work out very well as the hits were still very painful. For a moment, he contemplated to forfeit the fight just to end this torture. His eyes fell on his Rick's face who looked worriedly back at him, looking like he just might intervene and jump in any moment now. If Morty wasn't going to give up on his own P-78 would stop the fight, meaning that it would be a loss for them either way. His eyes then fell on his fellow Mortys who all fought against their own opponents still. He took notice that they had also been injured, but nonetheless none of them looked like they were even considering giving up. No, they kept on going with the determination to win. Inspired by that, A-22β6 found heart again. He didn't want to be a weakling and the only one who gave up in this battle! Heck, he'd been probably through so much worse stuff than all of his counterparts combined, so it would be more than just shameful if he gave up now just because of some tail-wags. At the mental image of his original grandfather, he felt anger boiling up inside of him instead of the fear that he had always felt before. He had been through that and he had defeated his nightmares. He would also be able to defeat this Morty who was practically disabled on the dry ground that he currently was on! Unwrapping his arms, instead of trying to shield himself against the oncoming attacks, he grabbed the tail and stopped the other mid-whack from continuing. Mermaid blinked at him in irritation. "Hey! Let go of my tail!" he complained. Letting go of his enemy was the last thing on A-22β6's mind. Instead, he began to twist and pull on the fishy appendage. Despite the flexibility of the fin, he managed to manipulate it in such a way that it was getting painful for his opponent. "Ouch! Ouch! Stop that!!" But he didn't stop, only twisted harder. Mermaid Morty emitted a long drawn out wail, as he was sure that something was starting to break. It was only short before the merboy passed out that A-22β6 stopped again. However, the opponent's relief was very short-lived as Morty lifted him up by his tail and finished him off by slamming him into the ground. A-22β6 panted heavily and looked quite worn out, but after looking over to his Rick and seeing that he was clearly impressed, he knew that it had been worth it. Mascot Morty was still laying into the fanboy who had gotten into a fetal position on the ground to shield himself from greater damage. This continued on until the Morty in the costume stopped again, panting and in need for a break. "Are you done now?" Super Morty Fan asked from the ground, looking like the beating hadn't fazed him at all and surprising his opponent. "You're really strong!" In his fanboyish nature, the fan sprang up and fawned over his enemy again, glomp-hugging him. The force and surprise coupled with Mascot Morty's fatigue lead to him falling backwards. Now both were laying on the ground, Super Fan Morty on top and nuzzling against his opponent, not even thinking of releasing him from his hug. "You're so strong and so cool! And since you're a Morty and wearing a Morty costume it's like you're two Mortys in one!!" His arms wound tighter and tighter around the other in his excitement. "You-you-you're like the ultimate Morty!!" Mascot Morty could only choke as the other literally squeezed all the air out of him. And frighteningly his grip only kept tightening. Caught in a literal choke-hold and with no way to free his arms or himself in any way, it was just a matter of a few short minutes until the costume-wearing Morty lost consciousness. Unfortunately, for him – even though he wasn't really awake to notice – the fanboy still didn't release him even after that. Shadow Morty still felt the tightening sensation of Phantom Morty's hand squeezing his short neck. While it was almost ridiculous since he already was dead, he still feared for his life. Even if he couldn't clearly remember his last living moments, he was sure that he didn't want to die again. He choked out a screech like the ones that he usually let lose before he went into a full-scale attack on his opponent and as always the white of his eyes turned red. It certainly confused Phantom Morty since this behavior wasn't like his own. He never had felt such a deep rage as his counterpart, only sadness after his death. However, he still refused to let go of his opponent. That soon proved to be a mistake however, since this close range just made the battle end all much quicker. Shadowy tendrils erupted from the shade's body and twined around the ghost. In shock, the phantom let go now, but it was already too late. He was slowly being encased by something like a dark cloud and unable to see anything beyond the pitch-blackness. Next, the only thing that he knew was pain. Even before the dark cloud that had surrounded both Mortys had cleared up, the bluish ghost dropped to the ground and ceased moving. Before the Colossal Head Morty had another chance to ram into him again, Judge Morty whacked him with his trusty gavel the next time that he charged straight at him. The impact made the bodiless Morty wobble through the air, who looked clearly disoriented now. Judge Morty finally got up from the ground and kept attacking his opponent. However, he wasn't using his gavel again, but attacked him verbally, listing off how many laws he had just broken by attacking an enforcer of the law and what kind of penalties he would get for that. The verbal assault combined with the strong hit to his enormous head, caused the enemy a major headache that got worse enough to the point that he eventually fainted and collapsed on the ground. C-133 was also still under the attack from the lunatic fanboy. Now that he finally got his attention, he wished that he hadn't been so eager for it. Instead of aiming to shield his face, he tried to catch his opponent's wrists to keep him from attacking further. After a few tries, he actually managed to get a hold on both of them. Locked in a stalemate now, the two Mortys looked at each other, both panting and wondering where to go from here on. The Rick fan was the first to lose his patience and struggled in the hopes that the other would let go of him again. However, C-133 was unyielding and held on tight. "Let go already!!" The fan whined. "I don't wanna be touchy with you! If I'm gonna be touchy with anyone then it's gonna be with your Rick." "What the hell are you saying?!" C-133 sounded clearly frustrated but still refused to relent on his grip. Super Rick Fan's attitude switched from annoyed to mischievous in a second. "Oh, you know exactly what I mean." He leaned over the other, his face getting so close that their noses almost touched and he wore a smug grin on his face while his eyes were half-lidded. "…and I'm sure that I'm a much better lay for your Rick than you are." He whispered in a sinister tone. C-133 was flooded by a wave of emotions at that moment. He felt disgusted by this crazy Morty who was so eager to get into those sort of activities with Ricks. Appalled by the mere suggestion that his Rick would also be into that sort of thing. Anger at the sort of Ricks who were in fact into that. And also the humiliation of having been at the hands of such Ricks and having been used in such a way. A small part of him also still felt jealous that this Morty was vying for his grandfather's rarely given attention. With a swift movement of his legs, he threw the Rick fan off of himself, who tumbled disoriented over the ground. The disorientation didn't last for long though and both Mortys were quickly on their feet again and facing each other. However, C-133 was seeing red right now, still fueled by that whirlwind of emotions and he quickly lunged at the other. The fanboy squeaked as he was the one that was thrown on the ground and pummeled now. He tried to defend himself, even tried to fight back and stop his opponent in the same way that C-133 had done to him before, but he was being completely overpowered. Super Rick Fan stood no chance at Morty's rage and was eventually beaten into submission and unconsciousness. "Looks like your precious Mortys aren't so great now, are they?" Mysterious Morty mocked as he noticed that they were getting knocked out one after the other. Mysterious Rick made a frustrated growl and opened up another portal to summon more Mortys. Another wave of eight Mortys emerged, the sleepy Morty from before informing him that these were the only ones that he could motivate to get up at this hour. Rick C-777 growled again. "Are you kidding me?! Just you wait till I get home!" "Not very loyal, your precious little darlings, huh?" Mysterious Morty was immediately at it again. And again Mysterious Rick's entire attention went to the argument. Needless to say that his backup Mortys didn't fare much better and were defeated even quicker than the other Mortys before them. Being confused by the lack of orders and not able to defend themselves against the rapid attacks of team C-137 and the others, they really stood no chance. "Looks like you're actually losing this battle." Morty C-777 said smugly. Mysterious Rick finally noticed it, too. His eyes widened as he looked at the battlefield and saw that all of his Mortys were knocked out while his opponent's Mortys stood strong and fixed him with a hardened look that equaled the look on their Ricks' faces. "No! My Mortys! Do you see what you have done?" He turned back to his original Morty again. "This is all your fault!! You fucking ruined everything again! The least you can do now is to go out there and fight them for me!" "Oh, now that you are losing, you suddenly want something from me!" The Morty instantly argued back. "You're the one who wants to be my Morty and belong to me so badly, so start becoming useful and get into the battle!" The Rick argued back. "Forget it! You made your own bed, so you have to lay in it now!" Mysterious Rick could see the other Ricks advancing on him now and since his Morty still refused to budge, he knew that this was the end of the line for him. Trying to escape was practically impossible for him even if he would try to use his portal gun. How could everything just have gone so wrong? After all of his planning. "Not such a big shot now that you can't hide behind your Mortys anymore, huh?" Rick C-137 commented as he came to a stop right in front of his villainous counterpart. Then he proceeded to beat the ever-loving crap out of Mysterious Rick. Kidnapping and raping his Morty. Stealing his portal gun and then handing it over to the Council so they would be stuck in this stupid game. Rick was sure that he was letting him feel all of the hate that he had stored up in every single blow. Morty C-777 just stood there and watched his Rick getting beaten to a pulp – not even thinking of helping his grandfather. Of course, he had completely forgotten that there was also someone present, who had a grudge against him, but he remembered as soon as Rick C-133 and P-78 were towering over him. "Well, you little shit. I hope this was all worth it." In similar fashion to C-137, C-133 began to punch and kick the Morty. No one felt even an ounce of mercy for the boy – neither the Ricks nor the Mortys who watched. The scene was suddenly interrupted by a loud shout: "Everyone freeze and hands in the air!" Three Guard Ricks and one Guard Morty quickly advanced with their weapons drawn. "Great. Now of all times the Council's puppets have to show up." C-137 muttered as he reluctantly followed the order. His Rick comrades looked likewise enthusiastic about this, but also obeyed. "This Rick and his Morty started it! They are the bad guys! We were just defending ourselves!" Morty C-137 tried to explain, not wanting them all to get into trouble for this. Sure, he understood what they did was self-justice and they should have called the police or something as soon as they had cornered the mysterious duo, but even he had to admit that what they did felt right. "We know." The Guard Morty replied, much to Morty C-137's surprise. The guard – Morty F-396 – and his Rick went over to the Mysterious Morty and handcuffed him. Likewise, the two other Ricks began to handcuff Mysterious Rick. "You are under arrest for illegal activities that fall under article 3 paragraph 4b of the Citadel Law Code as well as for kidnapping Mortys, which is article 9." The Morty began to list the crimes that the captured boy had committed against several Ricks and Mortys and also told him his rights. "Hey! Why are you arresting me?! I have nothing to do with the bullshit that this little psycho had done! If anything, I tried to stop him!" Mysterious Rick protested. "Most of the Mortys that he had kidnapped where stolen from me! I'm the victim here!!" "Oh, you've got your own bunch of crimes that you are getting arrested for now, buddy. We have just gotten a call and a direct order from the Council to catch you after what you had just tried to pull with them." Rick M-28 Δ5, who stood to his right said. As Morty F-396 looked around at the surrounding Ricks and Mortys, his eyes fell on A-22β6 and he immediately recognized him as the shy Morty back from Morty Academy. Morty A-22β6 noticed that he was staring at him and looked back at him with confusion, probably wondering if they knew each other. Of course, he couldn't recognize F-396 because of his uniform and the fact that they had met at the academy when he had been working undercover. The Guard Morty's eyes fell on P-78 now, who was standing right next to the Shy Morty. The man put his hand on his Morty's shoulder, who then looked up at his Rick and smiled and Morty F-396 had to smile, too. Even if this Rick looked kind of scary, he seemed to be nice enough to Morty A-22β6, which he was really glad for. The boy had really deserved a Rick, who would actually care for him. Rick F-396 spoke up now. "We will have to get testimonies from all of you who are currently present. So please follow us back. And don't worry, you are not in trouble or anything. As soon as we are done with the questioning you are free to go again." Morty K-4872 stood up at that. "I have done a lot of research on both of these two and gathered a lot of evidence and other material. I'm happy to share all of that with you to ensure that they will receive the proper punishment that they'll deserve." His Rick groaned at that. It was so stupid of his grandson to put this much work into all of his research without getting anything out of it. The least he could have done was to offer to sell the information that he had to them. If the Council was desperate enough – and with how much shit had went down, they must be pretty desperate right now – they would have even paid a nice sum for it. His Morty still needed to learn a lot… "Your help is very much appreciated and we would like to hear and see all of that during the hearing." Rick F-396 replied. The guards then began to lead the two culprits off. And of course, the duo had to start bickering again. "See what you got us into now, you dumb little shit?!" Mysterious Rick seethed. "Just because of the shit that you pulled, I'm going to get dragged down, too." His Morty scoffed at that. "Don't act like you're an innocent." Morty C-137 had to budge into the conversation again, still feeling pissed off from this Rick's attitude after everything that he had done to him – and most likely done to other Mortys, too. "How can you still think that what you have done was okay? In which fucked up dimension is it okay to rape someone? And not just someone, but your own grandson?!" "He's right! You old sick bastard, you do nothing but sleeping around with all of these other Mortys! What about me? You never even asked me." Mysterious Morty quickly jumped on that. "I've got no interest in you. Mortys are cute and pure, but you are impure and not cute at all. Just take a look at yourself, you little psycho!" "So, what? You don't even want me in your creepy little collection?!" "No, thank you." "I hate you!!" Everyone else practically ignored those two at this point. They were clearly both not in their right mind. "Hey! Wait a second now! I still have a few more questions before we start rolling the credits on this one." Rick C-137 dashed up to walk on the same height as the guards. "I need to know if I'm getting my portal gun back now. I mean, I have defeated this asshole who got me stuck in this stupid Pocket Morty craze. And since he defeated the Council before I got my chance, this must count, too, right?" "We'll put in a good word for you." Rick F-396 replied, not being in the position to make any promises. Of course, C-137 didn't like that answer, but was forced to follow along anyways. Which didn't mean that he couldn't harass the guards on the entire way, insisting that he really should get his portal gun back.

After the hearing was over and the Ricks and Mortys were free to go their separate ways again, the Mortys bid goodbye to each other, not sure if they would ever meet again after all of this was over now, but they still had each other's' numbers and would surely stay in contact. Rick C-137 could convince the Council to give his portal gun back and they could finally return home, too. Morty C-137 was really exhausted from their adventure and needed some time to think. He reminisced briefly over everything that had happened within the last few days as he laid in his bed. The sudden appearance of Mysterious Rick, right as he had walked out of his room. The kidnapping that followed and then the humiliation that even his own Rick hadn't been able to safe him from. Then being stuck in the dungeon since his grandpa had his portal gun stolen and then Mysterious Rick luring them on the Citadel where the Council confiscated their portal gun and forced them to participate in the Morty battles. The hunt for Mortys – first the stoic Morticia, then the weird Shadow Morty, the crazy fanboy Super Morty Fan Morty and lastly the cool and collected Judge Morty – and all of the battles against other Ricks and trainers. Well, against their Mortys, to be more precise. Also the whole investigation to find the culprit behind the illegal Morty brothels, which they also managed to solve. And lastly, the final battle against Mysterious Rick. So much had happened in such a short time and he wanted to think that he had also grown a lot over that time span. He had made new friends – even if they were other Mortys – and had become stronger and smarter and maybe a little less dependent on Rick in their adventures. But even through all of that, he was still left to deal with the aftermath of Mysterious Rick's actions. And these would appear in the form of nightmares as he would find out as soon as he fell asleep. It was kind of like King Jellybean all over again, just that it felt like it was worse this time. However, that was something that will have to be resolved at another time…

AN: And that's it! Another 10k chapter, but this is the finale, so it's only natural, right? …I have to admit though that I was really tempted to just skip over the whole battle at the end, but at this point, it feels like it's just a part of the story that shouldn't be missing. And sorry if switching between the single Morty fights back there was getting confusing or something, I just wanted to make it feel a little dynamic. So, I'm sure that you can already see that there will be more (couldn't have hinted it better at the end). So yeah, keep a look out for the aftermath story if you're interested and still want more. And yes, I am aware that there is a hole in the F-396 storyline, but I will cover the missing part in a future installment…probably… I'm nowhere near done with the "Entricked Fates" series and this was such a fun project for me. I hope that you liked it as well and found it as exciting as I did. Also my muse is still refusing to cooperate with me and my stories are a bit slow-going still (I'm just going through my folder of mostly finished stuff right now and see what I can post at the moment). By the way, I normally never ask this directly for critique, but to those of you who read the whole story without skipping over the fighting scenes: did you think that I improved on it over the course of the story a little? I mean, yes, I know that I'm still shit at writing action scenes and I will try to spare you from that in the future (…at least for a while), but I was just really curious if you got the impression that I slowly got better on it. I like to think that I improved at least a little bit, but it's probably easier for others to tell (and I know for sure that I'm not just imagining things). Many thanks in advance for letting me know what you thought of it :)

Part 11 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

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Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

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Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

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Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

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Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

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Part 12 of Entricked Fates: The Mortys and their Stories

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 4: Judge Morty

AN: And the last Morty's background story. Since this is Judge Morty, this is supposed to happen after the animation. …Not proud about this one either, to be honest… Warnings: rape/non-con, oral and anal

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 4: Judge Morty It was already late and the sun was slowly setting as the judge sat in his office and looked over some papers. People always thought that it was such a great job to be a judge. You get paid lots of money for overseeing a trial, sitting on your high and mighty chair. What those people often did not see, was all the knowledge about laws that you need to keep in mind. The weight of needing to have a clear focus on bringing forth justice and leading such a trial fairly. And also enduring the bullshit that some of the defendants felt like throwing at him…disrespectful bastards! Judge Morty Downey Jr. had to deal with that a lot. Getting threatened by culprits…even if some of those threats hardly made any sense. How could it affect him to be threatened with the lives of his children if he hadn't those to begin with? Without a family, his life may be a bit lonely, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about their safety. Not that any of the prisoners ever managed to make those threats come true. He sighed and sorted the documents, putting them away into a folder and deciding to finally call it a day. At this late hour, he was probably the only one still left in the building…aside from Dave, the guard who would have the nightshift. Holy heck! Was it really already this late?! Deciding to leave the cleaning up to his secretary tomorrow, Judge Morty left the folder on his desk and stood up from his chair. He just wanted to go home now, eat dinner and relax a little bit. Turning towards the coat hanger in the corner, he was a little startled but not entirely surprised when the door to his office suddenly opened. Without turning around, he said, "I'm already on my way out, Dave. Have a nice shift." Dave did not answer him, but Judge Morty wasn't thinking about that at first. Only after realizing that the other took a little bit too long to answer for it to be normal, did he question it. "Dave? Are you—" He didn't get to finish asking or turning around, as suddenly he was grabbed from behind. Long arms wrapped around his body, rendering him mostly immobile and a warm breath ghosted over his ear and cheek as the culprit spoke up. "So we meet again, sir." The judge's eyes widened, instantly recognizing the voice. "Mr. Allen?!" "The one and only." Rick Allen replied in a playful tone. "How?! You should be in prison right now! Not here!" "Oh, I broke out." The murder convict confessed. "And I'm here to keep my word to you, my dear judge." A shudder ran through Judge Morty's body. He had not forgotten the trial with this madman. And even though the other had been sprouting so much nonsense during it that it had been almost impossible for him to take the man seriously, he hadn't forgotten his threats. No matter how empty they had seemed at the time. "Well then, I promised to stuff your nasty mouth with my cock, so how about we start with that?" Mr. Allen proposed and forced Morty's arms behind his back, bending them into a painful position. "You're never going to get through with this, Mr. Allen." The judge warned even though the way the other twisted his arms, forced him slowly to his knees. "You'll get sentenced for life if you try this. This is an assault against a judicial officer! I'll make sure that you'll never see the light of day again!" The escaped prisoner only chuckled over his threats, this time being the one who wasn't taking the judge seriously. With strength that someone like Mr. Allen shouldn't really have, he pulled Judge Morty over and maneuvered him, so that he was pinned against a wall, arms still stuck behind his back. A far grin was on the older man's face as he used one hand to open his orange overall and pulled out his already half hard dick. "C'mon! Suck it, sir!" Judge Morty opened his mouth wide and moved his face forward with zero reluctance. The eagerness was probably so suspicious that even the escaped prisoner could tell that something was up. "Don't think about biting me…" he added before the other could take him into his mouth. "…if you try something funny, I'm gonna blow your brains out." With those words, he pulled a gun – stolen from Dave after he had knocked the guard unconscious – from the back of his clothes and held it directly at the brunet's head. Judge Morty faltered and he halted all movement, suddenly not looking so eager anymore. "Chop! Chop! Onto it!" Mr. Allen was full of glee. The escaped prisoner was gloating as the judge hesitantly engulfed his length in his mouth, clearly enjoying having the other where he always had wanted him – on his knees, right in front of him. With impatience, he watched the rosy lips slowly passing over his shaft and he tried to push Judge Morty's head further down. "Stop being so slow! You better take all of my fat cock down your throat!" The younger man's face scrunched up, looking repulsed at the entire situation and it didn't help that Mr. Allen was forcing himself deeper into his oral cavity. The taste and the strong musky scent were just disgusting and he felt as if he wanted to throw up right now. He began to cough around the length as the tip hit the back of his throat, but the culprit didn't let up. "Ha ha! Yeah! Choke on my dick, you little bitch!" The escaped convict cheered. "Told ya that I have a huge cock. Just think about what I'm going to do to your little pale ass with it in a little while." A sound of protest escaped from the judicial officer and he tried to struggle against the other, who held his head down, forcing him to deepthroat. "Oh, don't do that, sir. I'd hate to add desecration of a corpse to my record. 'Sides, it wouldn't be as fun to fuck you when you're dead." Mr. Allen pressed the barrel of the gun against the side of the judge's head again as a firm reminder. Morty calmed the slightest bit down, cherishing his life enough to submit even if it was against his own will. "That's much better." Without letting go of the gun, he forced the judge's head against the wall, confident that his legs and lower body were enough to keep the other pinned where he was. Then he began to move his hips, slowly fucking Judge Morty's mouth. Looking down, the tortured face that the other made, only made the whole experience so much more fun and worthwhile for him. "That's right, you little bitch. Suck my cock." Rick practically purred. His movements became faster, the slow back and forth turning into powerful thrusts that made the judge's head bump loudly into the wall again and again. The jostling motions only made him feel more nauseous than he already did and constant hammering of the hard wall against the back of his head caused him a major headache. If this kept up, he might actually pass out… "Hmm~ You really have a great mouth, sir. Fuck, it feels fantastic! Better than I imagined…" Mr. Allen grunted and moaned, his movements becoming sloppy, as he was getting closer to his climax. With one loud groan and a last deep thrust, he emptied inside the other's mouth, his jizz shooting down the judge's throat. Poor Judge Morty coughed around the still intruding member, but he wasn't let up yet. Rick made sure to savor every lasting second of this, enjoying the sweet bliss and hot mouth on his cock for as long as he dared. Eventually, he pulled out of the other, but of course, he was far from done yet. "Well then. On your hands and knees now." Judge Morty looked up at him as if he had grown a second head. "What?!" "You heard me." Mr. Allen spoke in a warning tone. "I'm still gonna fuck your cracker white ass." Defiance was written all over the Judge's face, but one wave with the gun made him obedient again. Making a little bit of room, the young man moved away from the wall and got even further down. Mr. Allen's hand grabbed the hem of the black robe and pulled it up, finding to his delight that the judge wore only garters and plain briefs, but no pants. "Nice!" He commented before he also pulled down the boringly white underwear, revealing a set of plush globes. "Would you look at that, sir?" The convict sounded pleased. "Such a nice ass you have. I had no idea. If you had told me sooner, I would have fucked you at the trial already…" Judge Morty's face was red with shame, but there was little that he could do now. He was still held at gunpoint and would only risk a hole in his head if he stopped complying. God! How much he hated feeling this helpless and being at this lunatic's mercy! If there was only something that could distract the prisoner. Something that would keep him occupied enough that he could bolt and call help. However, it didn't look good for him. 'Dammit, Dave! Where are you?' He wondered what had happened to the guard, who he saw as his only chance to get out of this, but seeing how Mr. Allen had gotten inside the building and that the guard hadn't showed up yet, made him worry that he might already be dead… The culprit cared very little about the judge's current dilemma and kneeled behind him, stroking with one free hand over a round cheek. Then he drew back his hand only to quickly connect with the pale flesh again. A loud slap resounded through the room and Judge Morty flinched. Mr. Allen repeated the action, spanking the cheek five more times until it started to glow. He also hit its counterpart, enjoying the sight of the reddened mounts. A tongue trailed over his dry lips as he almost gently stroked over the heated flesh and he couldn't hold back a cackle as he could hear barely repressed whimpers from the smaller. "Yeah, you like it when daddy gives you a good spanking, you little whore?" Judge Morty didn't graced him with an answer, but tears already welled up in his eyes. He refused to let them fall though even if Mr. Allen wouldn't be able to see them right now, since he had lowered his face. The convict didn't seem bothered by the lack of a response and the long fingers of his hand wandered from the soft roundness to the cleft between them, briefly stroking over a rosy pucker. He watched the tiny opening clench up upon contact and was looking forward to burying his cock in it. Despite his orgasm just a few minutes ago, his member was already hard again and he was ready to go. Unceremoniously, he pulled the asscheeks apart and positioned his burgeoning arousal at the entrance. Without any further warnings, he thrusted inside then. A pained shriek escaped the judge and his muscles locked up, not helping his situation in the least. It felt like he had been stabbed with a knife, his lower region burning and the tears that he held back were now running over his cheeks freely and dripping on the carpet below. "Shit! You're so tight!" Mr. Allen's moan sounded almost pained as well. "Fuck! Is this the first time you had something shoved up your ass, sir? You're still a virgin? Am I taking your anal virginity?" Again, Judge Morty refused to answer any of that, but he didn't need to because it was obvious enough and Rick laughed anyways, having the nerve to whoop. The judicial officer lowered his head even further, sobbing into the carpet now. Even though he hated to show weakness, it was just getting too much for him now. Inwardly, he vowed that god may help Mr. Allen because after this whole ordeal was over, he would make him pay! Unfortunately, it wasn't over for him yet – the torture had just begun. Strong hands gripped his hips and Mr. Allen pulled back, the foreign object leaving his anal cavity again. The pulling sensation still burned and his relieve was only short-lived as the other thrust back into him again. His hands dug into the carpet as his tormentor repeated his actions, thrusting into him again and again with gaining speed. Going harder and deeper. Judge Morty muffled his screams by pressing his face more into the ground, almost suffocating himself in the process. He just wanted this to be over with. Just being somewhere else right now. Preferably, in his comfy recliner at home, watching some stupid TV show. …just anywhere else than here right now. However, it didn't seem to end. Every single minute stretching into an eternity as he helpless squirmed underneath his violator. No chance to escape. No chance to fight back. Only able to endure this pain and humiliation while he had to listen to Mr. Allen's disgusting groans of pleasure again… Suddenly, a swirling green vortex appeared in the room out of thin air. It caught the attention of both, but as soon as a man stepped out of the portal, all eyes were on him. The Rick looked at the scene before him with one raised eyebrow. "Oh, man. I'm in the weird part of the central finite curve again." He mumbled and looked down at the device that he held in his hand. "I really need to start using a filter when I do random portal hopping like this…" Seeing his chance since Mr. Allen was unfocused now, Judge Morty threw him off – the unsuspecting tormentor toppling over in surprise and dropping his gun in the process – and he dashed towards the prisoner's twin. No, actually he dashed towards the portal. "Whoa!" The startled Rick shouted and moved to the side as he saw that Morty dashing at him and then vanishing through the rift in time and space without saying a word. Both Ricks that were left behind stared in confusion at the swirling vortex, then they locked eyes and looked questioningly at each other.

Part 12 of Entricked Fates

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Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

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Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

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Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

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Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

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Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

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Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

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Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

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Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

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Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

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Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

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Part 11 of Entricked Fates: The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys

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The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys – Chapter 5: Looks like we'll have to change tactics for this one / I'm not the real bad guy here

AN: Things are going to pick up in this chapter and some puzzle pieces will finally fall in place and confirm what a lot of you readers most likely have already guessed. Warnings: more Morty battles (so it gets violent again), smut in the form of an orgy (five Mortys on one Rick) – yes, you read that right. I'm not kidding you. That's really in this chapter. Might feel a bit non-con, but is more dub-con though.

The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys – Chapter 5: Looks like we'll have to change tactics for this one / I'm not the real bad guy here As they walked through the portal, they were greeted by darkness. Not pitch-blackness like in a cave without a source of light. It was more the kind of darkness that you have in the middle of a night that was only illuminated by the moon and the stars in the sky. Just that in this dimension, the stars were on the ground. At least that's what it looked like to Morty as he saw the shimmering lights on the dark-blue soil and grass that emitted a soft glow. It was a breathtaking sight. Sadly, Morty didn't had time to admire it as his Rick was completely unfazed by the wonders of this new dimension and pressed onwards. His eyes were fixated on his Mortytector like so often and he was probably analyzing whatever data the device showed him to determine which the strongest Morty that freely roamed this dimension was and how to get to him the fastest. They continued on for a while until they witnessed an alien trainer fighting against a wild Morty. Presumably the one that Rick had wanted to catch. "Looks like we're too late, Rick. This guy is probably going to catch that Morty now." He told his grandfather. "We'll see." Rick seethed between his teeth, not wanting to believe that he let that one get away. Team C-137 watched the brown blob-like alien send in one Morty after the other and with each defeated boy, Morty C-137's eyes grew wider and his face paler. "What?! That can't be!!" The alien screeched after his last Morty was also defeated. "Hell yes!" Rick cheered. "See, Morty. He's still free for us to catch. And just look at how crazy strong he is. There's no way I'm gonna lose against anyone if I have this guy in my team!" His grandson gulped audibly. Trying to catch this Morty involved fighting against him first and after seeing just how strong his other-dimensional counterpart was first hand, it left him with zero confidence. "C'mon, Mortys! After him!" Rick yelled as he dashed behind the brunet before he could get too far away. Not that he wouldn't be able to find him again with his Mortytector, but why stall when he was right there? Morty whined a little, but obediently followed with the rest of the group behind the excited scientist.

"Well, this just doesn't work out." Rick C-137 mused loudly and crossed his arms over his chest. His entourage of Mortys was behind him and panting as if they just finished a marathon. In a way they did, seeing as they had tried to catch that wild Morty for the last two hours without much success. He just managed to escape every time and didn't let himself get cornered. It was getting quite frustrating to say the least. "Okay, looks like we'll have to change tactics for this one." Rick continued. "But I already have an idea. He's just a Morty, so it really shouldn't be so hard to catch him." "What's that supposed to mean?" His original Morty immediately complained. "What? I'm just stating a fact. He is a Morty. And there's no way that a Morty could ever outsm—outrun me." Rick caught himself on that one. He had almost accidentally said 'outsmart', but that wasn't even something that a Rick should ever be thinking about. There was absolutely no way that a Morty could ever outsmart a Rick especially not the rickest Rick. That thieving Morty fanboy from Mysterious Rick, who had stolen his portal gun, was not counting. That had nothing to do with getting outsmarted!! "We're just going to make a few traps. There's no way that that won't work." The scientist stated confidently. So, they – they being just the Mortys of course – went to build a few simple traps like you would see them in comic books. Leg-hold traps, snares, dug out pits and even the classic rod underneath a box traps were laid out and equipped with bait. Morty eyed the constructions warily and doubted the effectiveness of it all. "Are you really serious about this, Rick? I mean, aren't these traps a bit too obvious?" He asked. "And what's with the bait anyways? There's no way that anyone is going to fall for that." The traps were indeed not hidden very well and the bait were snacks, soda cans and some comic books and porn mags. Obviously none of these things would just lay around somewhere in the wild, so there was no way that anyone would be really dumb enough to fall for that. "Just you wait, Morty. Just you wait." Rick said only as he seated himself behind a bush to wait for the Morty to show up and run straight into one of the sloppy traps. His grandson just sighed and shook his head as he seated himself next to him as the rest of the Mortys also went into hiding, each right next to one of the traps that they had built.

Rick was right – as always. Morty was so ashamed of himself as every single trap was activated and in each one was a captured Morty. It was really embarrassing to think that he could be caught this easily. In such barely hidden traps and with such obvious bait. But it had worked and yet… "Dammit!" Rick cursed. While it was true that there was a Morty in every single one of the traps, none of them were the wild Morty that he had been aiming for. It seemed as if this one wasn't just super strong and crazy fast, but also a little clever. "Looks like we have to change plans again." Rick concluded. "C'mon, Mortys." Morty C-137 jerked away from peeking inside one of the bait porn mags. "Wait, Rick! Aren't you going to release the caught Mortys again?" His complaint was ignored and he was forced to quickly follow the retreating scientist lest he was left behind.

"If nothing else works, we have just have to use brute force." Rick explained. Well, the term "explained" was used very loosely here. Rick's plan was simply to wait for the wild Morty to walk underneath the trees that they were currently sitted on and then just all jump on him at once. No more chasing, no more bating and if everything went as it was planned then even no battling involved. Needless to say that Morty still didn't like this idea even though he should be glad that they could avoid fighting against that crazy strong Morty. Super Morty Fan had obviously loved the idea and Shadow Morty was just rather confused about it than anything else, but they were all in on this. Morty C-137 sighed quietly as his grandfather occasionally checked his Mortytector to ensure that their pray was on its way to them. Luckily, he was just about to pass by. "Get ready, Mortys." Rick whispered loudly and his team readied itself to pounce on their unsuspecting victim any moment now. Not too long after, the Morty in question really wandered completely unaware of what would await him on this path. "NOW!" Rick gave the command and team C-137 jumped simultaneously down. Everyone, minus Rick, pounced on the unsuspecting Morty and nearly squished him under their combined weight. Muffled yells came from the captured boy, but he was unable to get up again or free himself. Rick jumped down last and landed squarely on his grandson's back, ignored the pained yowl that it caused. He fumbled to reach between the mass of pubescent teenage boys (including one girl and one specter) until the wild Morty's head was in range, then pressed the injector to his temple and waited. Only after the positive beeping sound rang through the air, did the Mortys scrambled to get down from their newest addition. The caught Morty's eyes were dazed for a while as was typically for when the manipulator chip overrode the memories and after his vision focused again, he looked at Rick, looking even more lost than he did when the chip was still busy. "Mr. Allen?" The Morty in the black robes reminiscent of a judge asked as he looked very suspiciously at the scientist. "What?" Rick was at a loss. Who was Mr. Allen? Did he have a different name in that boy's dimension. "You know what? Never mind." He gave up wondering about that with a sigh. "Let's just go, Morty." "Go where? And I don't remember giving you permission to call me by my fist name, Mr. Allen." 'Or maybe the chip is broken?' Rick thought now. At least Judge Morty's defiance struck him as a malfunction. "H-hey?" As he was still fixed by the boy's glare, he bent down to his grandson and whispered, "You'd think I should put a second manipulator chip on him? Y'know, just in case…" "I don't think that it's such a good idea, Rick." Morty whispered back. Maybe catching this one wasn't such a good idea. But damn, if this Morty wasn't a badass!

After many discussions, Rick – who was still being mistaken for Rick Allen by Judge Morty…whoever that guy was – managed to lead his group of five Mortys to the next arena. While usually Morty would be rather impressed or frightened by the "gym leaders" that they met, he wasn't really sure what to think of this one. "This Rick looks like a Dragon Ball reference." Morty commented more embarrassed than impressed as he eyed Shibuya Rick. "What-what-what's that, Morty? Don't be such a little bitch about it." His Rick defended their opponent. "I-I mean, it's not like you would know if that Rick isn't actually the equivalent to Vegeta in his dimension or something." Morty looked with big expectant eyes at him. "Is he?" "No." was the flat reply. "He's just a bad cosplayer." "Cut the small talk and let's get to the point, Rick!" Shibuya Rick looked clearly annoyed by the duo chitchatting as they were. "That's actually an idea that I agree with. Let's just dive into the battle. Morty—" C-137 was about to send in his grandson when he was interrupted by his opponent. "If you like that idea, I have an even better one for you." The platinum-blond Rick offered. "How about a battle royal instead of the lame one-on-one?" "Isn't that against the rules?" Morty C-137 spoke up as he looked over their opponents. Next to Shibuya Rick stood (or floated) a Psychokinetic Morty, a Mortysaurus, a Gaseous Morty, a Flaming Morty and a Frozen Morty. Even this guy's Mortys seemed to be a bunch of anime and comic references. "Sounds exciting. I'm all for it." Rick C-137 apparently didn't give a fuck about the rules. He honestly thought that in comparison to his opponent, he was probably way overpowered now anyways. While his original Morty was only really useful in battle when he snapped – or at least when he was really determined about it – his Morticia was really dedicated and quite strong ("for a girl"), the manic Super Fan Morty was also not easily beatable, his Shadow Morty was practically invincible and while he couldn't test his Judge Morty in an actual battle yet, he already knew that this one was super strong, fast and clever. There was no way that he could ever lose. Especially with a bunch like that. "Rick!" Morty C-137 protested that his grandfather was so ready to ignore the rules and just make this battle more dangerous than it needed to be. An all-versus-all? Really now? That meant that they all needed to fight at once. Aside from the fact that there would be no rest for them between the fights, it also would be pure chaos for Rick to give them a proper strategy. He couldn't really issue commands to all of his Mortys at the same time. However, this flaw was something that Rick C-137 readily overlooked at the prospect of crushing the enemy and flaunting with his strong team of Mortys. Besides, the other Rick was right, he had started to grow bored of the old rule-based battle schematics. I mean what it this? Some sort of round-based Fantasy JRPG or something? Shibuya Rick looked delighted that C-137 had so readily agreed to his idea. Of course, he didn't just come up with this simply out of boredom. He had a plan and it would lead him to victory – as always. "Okay, then. Let's battle, Rick. Just don't get my clothes dirty. It takes work to look this good, Rick. I don't need you messing it up." With those words, he ran a hand through his extremely spikey hair, looking every bit the arrogant asshole that he was. C-137 ignored it. "Get ready, Mortys." Both teams of five entered the middle of the arena, staring fiercely at their opponents. Well, team C-137 mostly tried to look fiercely, but in all truth, they looked a little nervous. Each wondered whom they should single out and attack from their opponents, while their counterparts didn't look like they had the same troubles. Something was fishy here… "Well, then Mortys. Get going. You know the drill." Shibuya Rick said and thus started the battle. While team C-137 was still waiting for orders from their Rick who to attack, the opponents didn't wait for anything. They all targeted Super Morty Fan Morty first, who actually looked delighted instead of frightened (as he should be) when they all approached him. The Mortysaurus bit into his arm and held him still as a stinking cloud began to surround the two of them – without a doubt the work of the Gaseous Morty. As if following a signal Mortysaurus let go again – much to the fanboys dismay even if the bite had hurt – and Flaming Morty suddenly set him on fire. The Super Fan screeched in panic and tried to roll around on the ground to put the fire out again, but he didn't get very far with it. The next thing he knew was that he turned into a frozen popsicle – if it was even possible for him to still be aware of that. Without question the handiwork of the Frozen Morty. The finishing move was delivered by the Psychokinetic Morty, who lifted the solid ice block in the air with his mental powers before letting it drop to the ground again. The force of the impact shattered the ice and revealed an unconsciousness Super Morty Fan Morty. The first Morty of Team C-137 was already down and so quickly. "Rick!" Morty C-137 yelled in a panic at seeing how quickly that went down without anyone of them able to prevent that. "Calm down, Morty." Rick instructed from the sidelines while looking like he tried his hardest not to lose his nerves either. "Don't act like an idiot and just fight back!" Team C-137 indeed tried to fight back, but it wasn't going all too well. Morticia screeched as she tried to punch the Flaming Morty and ended up burning her hand. Shadow Morty tried in vain to reach Psychokinetic Morty, but even his many tendrils were constantly being pushed back the psychic's mental powers. Judge Morty just squinted at the Gaseous Morty, clearly at a loss what do to with an opponent that had no solid form. And Morty nursed his hand which had received frostbite from trying to attack Frozen Morty before he squeaked and ran away as he saw the Mortysaurus approaching him with his sharp teeth. It was complete chaos. "It's all about mind over matter. And I think you don't really have what it takes to beat me, Rick." Shibuya Rick mocked as he unnecessarily straightened out his cheetah patterned shirt. Rick C-137 scowled as he saw that his oh-so overpowered team was indeed about to lose. He didn't understand why in the universe this could be happening. Just why was this going so wrong even though he was pretty sure that he should have the upper hand in this battle? His Mortys were clearly the stronger ones so how could that be? He didn't really need to think long as he saw the enemies teaming up again to try and take out his grandson now. The problem was that Shibuya Rick's team was attacking them systematically – they all worked together as if they were one, not even needing any orders or instructions from their Rick. His own team on the other hand was totally uncoordinated and relied on him to give them orders on what to do. Something that was even getting hard for a genius like him to manage with so much stuff going on at once. "Goddammit, Mortys! You need to work together on this one!" Rick yelled over the battlefield. "Quit doing your own shit and look at how the enemy is doing it! You just need to do the same thing!" Sure, maybe it sounded cheap to just copy the enemy's strategy, but it was a working strategy and if it came down to pure strength, they could still come out as the winners even if he was already one Morty short (and not counting the injuries his Mortys had already sustained). Morty C-137 stopped to think for a moment even if he was getting cornered by the enemy. The enemy was singling them out to take them out one after another, all working together on that. Of course, if you were attacked by five opponents at once, you wouldn't be able to stand a chance, no matter how strong you are. So, what they needed to do was break that teamwork apart and work together on taking the enemy out. "I think, I got!" he declared loud enough for his team members to hear. "We need to stop relying on Rick and coordinate our attacks!" Rick C-137 nodded approvingly on the sideline, glad that his grandson wasn't as stupid as he always said he was and that he finally understood. Though while figuring out what to do was a good start, doing it was still a different matter. And this was what would decide over victory or loss. Despite the flash of genius, Frozen Morty was still advancing on C-137 with the intent to freeze him up. "Judge Morty!" he called out in his panic as the other came way too close for comfort. The judiciary abandoned his gaseous enemy and came to the rescue. Instead of using his bare hands as C-137 had tried before him, he struck his enemy with a wooden gavel and hit with dead precision. Frozen Morty tumbled to the side and landed on the ground. C-137, glad that this enemy was out of the way since Judge Morty was going to take care of him now, was now faced with the Mortysaurus, who was also still advancing on him. "Morticia! I could use your help here!" He called for his female counterpart. The girl overlooked their rivalry for this battle and came to his side, so they could take on the dangerous Godzilla-like Morty together. As they fought back against him, Flaming Morty was trying to land an attack on both of them from the air. Fortunately, C-137 saw it coming in time. "Shadow Morty! You take care of this guy!" The specter didn't waste any time and attacked the Firestarter before he could cause any more damage. Luckily, being a phantom made out of shadows made him pretty fire resistant, so he didn't sustain any damaged when he wrapped his dark tendrils around the living flame. Soon the shadowy swirls were able to extinguish the fire and Flaming Morty dropped on the ground – unconscious. The duo meanwhile had also managed to render the Mortysaurus incapacitated and Judge Morty was also done with Frozen Morty by now. The Gaseous Morty looked utterly terrified in the face of the four Mortys who were approaching him now. With a sound that was reminiscent of a fart, he flew over to his Rick and hid behind his back. "What the heck do you think you're doing?! Get back in there you cowardly weakling!" Shibuya Rick's smug expression had been quickly wiped off his face as he suddenly saw one Morty fall after the other and he was legitimately angry now. "Looks like your Fart Morty is clever and knows when to give up." C-137 mocked from his side of the arena now. "Who's talking about giving up? We're not defeated yet." True to his word, Shibuya Rick's Psychokinetic Morty was still standing on the battleground. Being the only one left, naturally he was getting cornered by the four Mortys from team C-137 now. Unfortunately, they had to learn that this Akira reject was not a pushover. Just like Shadow Morty's previous attempts at landing an attack, the other Mortys fared no better. Not one of them came close enough to the opponent to land an attack on him. Psychokinetic Morty used his powers to lift them all up into the air and let them drop on the ground again, just as he had done with Super Morty Fan Morty before. Fortunately, they weren't already as badly wounded as their teammate had been, but it still hurt and pushed the air out of the Mortys' lungs. The only one that had been mostly unaffected by the attack was Shadow Morty, who rose to the sky again. "Shadow Morty, attack him like you did before again." C-137 wheezed as he picked himself up from the ground again. "Why? It didn't work before." Morticia chimed in, not understanding why to repeat something, which had been already a useless attack. "Just trust me on this one." Morty told her and then instructed the specter again. "Try to use as many tendrils as you can and concentrate the attacks on his front." Shadow Morty followed the orders even if he himself was not able to see the point. He vicariously tried to attack the Psychokinetic on the front, but unsurprisingly he blocked every last one of them, keeping the tentacle-like shadow appendages at bay. As she watched the one-sided battle unfold, Morticia slowly seemed to understand her companions plan and she nodded towards Morty and Judge Morty, seeing that they were all on the same page now. Psychokinetic Morty was still fully concentrated on mentally blocking the specters attacks and despite his Rick's (late) warning call, he never knew what hit him as he was suddenly attacked by the other three Mortys from the back. The fight was over quickly after that since he lost his concentration to properly fight back or even defend himself. Shibuya Rick was stumped. He turned around to look for his traitorous Gaseous Morty, but the none-physical boy had already fled the scene, so it was clearly a loss for him now. He grit his teeth as he faced his opponent again. "My Morty's power level must be too low. I need to train more." Was his admittance to his defeat. Without much fuss, he handed over his badge and opened a portal while team C-137 celebrated their victory with cheering and fist bumps. Rick smiled at his Mortys, feeling quite proud of how well they did in this fight – especially his grandson. "That was some good teamwork and some nifty, strategic thinking." He praised. "And now pick up the unconsciousness fanboy and let's leave this shithole dimension." And the fondness was gone again as quickly as it had come…

"…so yeah, Rick D-9 is also out of the question." Morty K-4872 concluded. The Mortys were back to telephone conferencing. "So, we don't have any suspects anymore now, huh?" C-133 spoke up. K-4872 replied again. "I don't think so. What about Storage Rick?" "I've already talked to him. He was the first one that I talked to." C-137 said. "Y-yeah, but wa-wasn't he the o-one that t-told y-you ab-about the other R-Ricks?" A-22β6 asked in his stuttering voice. "I agree. That seems awfully suspicious of him to just draw the attention to other Ricks just so that he's off the hook." C-133 had to agree. "W-well, he said that the Day Care is a safe place and that he had nothing to do with it, but you're right. I guess it's really suspicious that he defended himself like that and then started to point his finger at other Ricks." C-137 realized his mistake. "I'll have to check him out again." A-22β6's voice piped up again. "M-me and my R-Rick will a-a-also cu-come with." "I think that's a good idea. I'll come with my Rick, too, and we'll interrogate him together." C-133 chimed in. "I would like to come also, but I have to investigate a different lead." K-4872 apologized. "It's an information that I got from Rick D-9, but I'm not sure if it has something to do with this. It does concern the owner of the Morty Day Care though." "That's okay. I think we three will be enough for this." C-137 spoke again. "We're currently on the way to the hotel, but I think the Day Care is closed already anyways, so we should go check it out first thing tomorrow morning. When does it open up again?" "Sh-should be a-around 8." "Okay then we meet tomorrow 8 am in front of the Day Care." "Good. See ya guys then." The Mortys then all bid their good-byes and hung up. Morty C-137 felt a little angry with himself that he just let that Storage Rick off the hook so easily. He should have been more suspicious about the fact that he went on the defense so fast and then tried to divert the attention to some of the other Ricks. This Rick was certainly the most suspicious one out of all of them now. "Wow, you seem really engaged in that case." Morticia commented. She had overheard a few of those telephoneconferencings and therefore had also gotten a whiff of this Morty trafficking schemes and that Morty and his friends were trying to find the perpetrator. However, she did find it a bit silly for them to get involved in this. Shouldn't they just let the CPD or the Citadel's militia handle this? Morty C-137 already knew the girl's opinion on this whole thing and her comment made him more angry than necessary at the moment. "Well, how would you feel if you were kidnapped and brought to a strange place where a Rick would just use you sexually against your will?!" All the Mortys just stood stunned into silence. It seemed that C-137 was projecting what had happened to him and therefore took this crime rather personally. Since none of the other Mortys knew about what had happened between him and Mysterious Rick, they had no words to offer in regards to the emotional outburst. Rick took a sip from his flask and only eyed his original Morty, not commenting on the situation. However, he thought that they should just be done with this whole crap fast, so that they could finally start to work out Morty's issue with what had happened. The boy certainly needed it.

Storage Rick sat in the small parlor, smoking and reminiscing about all the stuff that had happened in the last weeks. In a way, it felt all too weird to be true, but it definitely happened and he would be reminded of it each day. This whole thing had started after that one night – the night where that Blue Shirt Morty had come onto him. And from there on everything just went downhill. Things got out of hand and that way too fast. It was just the next night that another Morty came into his room. This wasn't unusual, but unlike the other times that one of the boys would come and ask for cuddles and just sleeping in bed next to him, he asked Storage Rick to have sex with him. After that, it would happen again and again and again. Every night a different Morty would come into his room and wanted to get fucked by him instead of just wanting the simple affections that Rick had always given out at the time as part of his daily routine. He couldn't really explain it and he also found no pattern for why it happened. Sometimes it were Mortys that he had just released from their cryogenic sleep that day and other times it were Mortys that had been around the Day Care for a long time already. He couldn't explain why those horny little bastards suddenly decided to relieve their sexual tension with him. Part of him wondered if that first Morty had just told some of the others about their sex and planted weird ideas in their confused little heads. Still, that didn't sound like a satisfying answer, but then again it wasn't really an answer that he was looking for. He needed a solution. Especially after that one night when things had gotten completely out of control! He remembered still how he had laid in bed, eyes already closed, but still awake as he practically expected his door to open any moment now. And he shouldn't be disappointed because open it did. With an almost inaudible sigh, he blinked his eyes open to check, which of his Mortys had decided to visit him this night. Honestly, he kind of hoped that it would be his favorite – that Blue Shirt Morty – who still came to him about every other night at least. What greeted him instead was something that he really hadn't expected at all. It wasn't just one single Morty that came in and approached his bed – it were five. He tried to make out the intruders in the darkness and could recognize that it was a Reptile Morty, a Business Morty, an Evil Rabbit Morty, a Robot Morty and a Blob Morty. "Hey! What's all this about?" he asked as he sat up. They surely couldn't be here because of the "usual" – whatever the usual actually was at this point. However, completely unfazed the bunch of Mortys crawled on his small bed. "Just relax, Rick." "Yeah, let us handle this." "We just want to make you feel good." They said, as they approached him and his queen-sized bed suddenly felt way too small. Before Storage Rick even had the chance to protest, he was roughly pushed back onto the mattress and the Business Morty – one of the two culprits that pushed him – crawled up his body until he straddled his face, pressing his crotch right against his mouth. All struggle was in vain, as his hands were held by his side by strong furry paws and he couldn't lift his head up with the weight on his face so Rick could only lay back and let things unfold. It didn't even take long for him to get hard as he inhaled the smell of arousal directly from Business Morty's crotch, who moaned and mewled happily as he rubbed his hardening bulge all over his mouth and nose. Any protests that he still tried to make, came out muffled and aroused the boy only more as it caused vibrations against his stiff dick. The other Mortys also weren't just idle. In quick movements, eight hands rid him of all his remaining clothes and started to explore his body. Since he couldn't see what was going on, Rick could only guess, which Morty was doing what to him. He could feel furry paws roaming over his chest, one clawed scaly hand rubbing one of his thighs after prying his legs apart and one cold and metallic hand grasping and stroking his other one. The weirdest sensation was the one on his stomach though. It felt weirdly warm and slimy. Oh, right. The Blob Morty. He gulped a little as he felt the slick sensation move towards his abdomen, slowly closing in on his tall standing and by now fully hard erection. His concentration was ripped away from that as an eager tongue started to lap at one of his nipples. A sharp pinching sensation made him gasp as the Evil Rabbit Morty nipped a little too hard on it, but Rick didn't really mind the pain. Just as the pink tongue lapped apologetically over his aching nub, claws were digging into the skin of his thighs – deep enough to leave scratches, maybe even scars. So caught up in the mix of sensations, he didn't notice when the Blob Morty bent down over him and took his erection inside his mouth – or well, just inside his body – until it already happened. Shit! The feel of that warm gooey substance was enough to drive him nuts! The smell of musk grew even stronger as Business Morty finally freed his throbbing cock from his pants and underwear and shoved it directly in Rick's face. The old man groaned, feeling more turned on by being dominated like this than he would like to admit. Again, he wasn't aware until it was already too late when a metallic "finger" worked its way into his anus, slowly probing deeper. He hissed a little at the sensation. The metal felt smooth though the shape was weird and nothing like a human finger and the lack of lubrication still caused a slight, burning sensation inside him. As if reading his thoughts, Robot Morty said, "Hey, Reptile. Lube me up with your spit." The thought wasn't the most pleasant when Rick pictured the violet spittle of the scaly Morty, but there was little that he could do in his current position and it was probably better than no lube at all. There wasn't much time for thought though as a harsh pinch on his other nipple caused by rodent incisors made him forget everything and cry out a little in surprise. The moment that his mouth was open, Business Morty must have been getting tired of just rubbing his dick all over Rick's face and shoved it inside his mouth. Rick, never one to displease a lover, sucked immediately on the intrusive fleshy pole. Bobbing and moaning around the delicious little cock, he was surprised again when he became aware of another sensation once more. His eyes widened as slicked metal started to slide into his ass and it wasn't only because it felt cold. 'That doesn't feel like his finger…' he pointed out inside his mind as the thicker and longer object slid deeper and deeper inside him. What part of Robot Morty was that? Did he even have a part like that? It was only then that he suddenly understood what the other Mortys had always meant when they talked about Robot Morty playing with his "joystick". Where was the boy even hiding that thing? The "stick" was now poking right into his prostrate and made him moan loudly around the meat in his mouth. He almost missed completely that Blob Morty who had been slurping eagerly at his cock had stopped doing that and shifted around to sit down on him. While the sensation wasn't that extremely different – the sticky goo of his body kind of felt the same no matter where you would stick your dick in – he did notice that it was vaguely different. The sucking motion and the sounds where the slightest bit different and obviously the boy wasn't making gagging sounds anymore, but used his now free mouth to moan like a bitch in heat. Storage Rick felt a little disappointed that he wasn't able to see the pink blob fuck himself on his dick, but oh well. Tough luck. That disappointment didn't really last all that long as he could feel Robot Morty thrusting into him in hard and fast movements, hitting his prostrate every time with an unbelievable precision. The Business Morty was also thrusting into his mouth, forcing Rick to deepthroat him, which he gladly did. In between the actions, he was only dimly aware that one furry paw grabbed his hand and made it wrap around something pulsing and warm. It only registered fully to him when Evil Rabbit Morty started to hump into his hand what that object was and he tried to help by massaging the furry boy's erection. His other hand was soon occupied likewise as Reptile Morty also grabbed for his hand so he would stroke his two stiff members, too. With everything that was happening around (and inside) him, Storage Rick wasn't able to last for very long. With a muffled moan – that sounded more like a scream – he bucked his hips and came. Not a second later, cum shot into his mouth and down his throat as Business Morty also reached his climax. A wetness on his hands, chest and stomach told him that Evil Rabbit and Reptile had also found their release. It was hard to tell with Blob Morty and in the case of Robot Morty, Rick wasn't even sure if he was physically possible of ejaculation. It didn't matter though as the metallic rod pulled out of him. Blob Morty also got off from his now limp dick and Business Morty had also pulled out of his mouth. Rick released a little sigh of relieve as he tried to catch his breath. Finally, it was over. Or, so he thought. Unfortunately, he noticed quickly that the Mortys were only swapping positions with each other and they started to pat and stroke his body all over again to bring him back to hardness. "Oh c'mon. Gimme a break." He groaned. Of course, he couldn't keep up with five horny teenagers. He was just one man! And despite being as fit as he was in his age, he was an old man at that. That fact didn't stop the horny Mortys though… After that night, he knew that he couldn't handle these abandoned Mortys anymore and that something needed to be done whether the higher ups finally made a decision or not. It must have been fate – even though no Rick believes in such a thing – that a solution showed up on his doorstep right the morning after. After he had opened up the Day Care, the Rick Guard had looked over to him and then actually abandoned his post to come over and talk to him. It was the guard that had just arrived for his morning shift and had exchanged the post with the nightshift guard while Storage Rick opened the store. "Hey, you look like shit. Didn't get any sleep last night?" he asked after having noticed the heavy dark bags underneath his eyes. "Yeah. The Mortys kept me awake." Storage Rick explained, carefully leaving out the detail how they had kept him awake. That wasn't anyone's but his and the Mortys' business, so no one needed to know about that. "They're becoming a handful, huh?" The guard commented. "You bet. I mean they always were, but I feel like things are totally getting out of hand recently…" "Need some help to take them off your back?" Guard Rick asked after he looked around and made sure that no one was in hearing range. Storage Rick's eyes narrowed and he knew that he shouldn't, but he asked what the guard had to offer him anyways. Guard Rick only grinned before he proposed to him the offer of his lifetime. Storage Rick knew that what he did was probably not okay. He was violating regulations. He was handing out Mortys to someone other than their owners and that without a specific permission from the higher ups. He let those Mortys be carted off to a brothel. It wasn't right, none of it was, but he still did it anyways. He just kept telling himself that if those Mortys were so eager for a Rick's cock then they would get what they wanted there and he wouldn't have to worry about them anymore. So, any Mortys that still continued to come onto him in the night were fair game to be shipped off. It wasn't like their owners would ever come back to retrieve them anyways. They were abandoned Mortys and no one ever came back for them! Therefore, Storage Rick tried not to feel bad about it. Was trying to tell himself that what he did was the right choice. Heck, they didn't pay him enough to deal with all of this bullshit and this offer wasn't just the perfect solution for his problems, but also earned him something extra. Since he had started with this he couldn't just back out of it anymore, no matter how illegal it was. He probably would have if there weren't constantly Mortys trying to get into his pants because he didn't want to ship off any that were not interested in something like that. He wouldn't condemn innocent Mortys to such a fate. However, for whatever reasons, many of his Mortys seemed to get the appeal and made advances on him so it wasn't like he planned to stop these illegal shipments anytime soon. The only Morty that he didn't dare to send off was the first one, the Blue Shirt Morty. He couldn't really say why, but he just couldn't get rid of him. It was probably too much to say that he was special in anyway because Mortys were never special, but this one had just grown on Storage Rick. The little shit was almost constantly at his side, helping him out around work and after working hours. It was almost as if this was HIS Morty and he kind of liked that and not just because of the great sex that he had with him. This Morty was probably the only one that he could never give away. Maybe not even when his original Rick would ever show up and want to withdraw him again. He took another drag from his cigarette and held his breath. Before he could release the smoke again, a pair of soft lips pressed against his own and two small hands gripped his hair. Rick closed his eyes and the smoke gently wafted out of his nose and between the small gaps of their lips. The Blue Shirt Morty ended the kiss and looked dreamily up at him, licking his lips as if Storage Rick had the most delicious taste ever. "I doubt that my mouth is that tasty while I smoke." Rick commented, his eyes fixated on the pink tongue as it glided over the pretty, rosy lips. He remembered the complaints from some past lovers who weren't smokers and didn't like it when he kissed them after a cig, much less during smoking one. "There's nothing more delicious than the taste of my Daddy." Morty said seductively. Rick drew the boy into his arms, pulling him as tight to his body as possible. "Well then, how about letting daddy take care of you now? Mhm, baby?" he asked huskily. Their lips found each other again.

As promised amongst the Mortys, all three duos – plus the rest of team C-137 – met up in the morning just outside of the Morty Day Care to confront Storage Rick. Rick C-137, C-133 and P-78 didn't look really happy to be there, but obviously their Mortys had found a way to persuade them in joying them today for this initiative. After the last Morty trainer left, the small group approached the counter. Storage Rick only lifted one side of his eyebrow in question, having already noticed the little gathering and wondering what this was about now. Especially since it were three Mortys that lead the group while the Ricks stayed more in the background. "What do you want?" he asked in not exactly a friendly tone. "We have a few questions and this time we want honest answers." Morty C-137 said in what he hoped was an intimidating voice. Storage Rick's face didn't change. "Sure. I've got no reason to lie to you. What is it?" C-133 spoke up now. "We have been checking out all the Ricks that you had suggested might have something to do with the Morty kidnappings and illegal Morty brothel ring and we found out that they're all innocent." "So?" "S-so, you ha-have-haven't proven yo-you're innocence yet." A-22β6 spoke up now. "Excuse me? I've already said that I got nothing to do with this. And it's not like I know anything. I just made some random suggestions because those Ricks were weirdos and suspicious. I'm sorry that the Rick you're looking for was not among them, but it's certainly not me." Storage Rick defended himself. "If you would leave now, I got some working to do here." "Not so fast, Rick!" The first Rick – C-133 – finally spoke up. "It's not really that farfetched to think that you might have something to do with that." "Yeah, you have an entire Day Care full of Mortys. Who says that you're not handing some of those over to those brothels on the side." P-78 added. C-137 also had to comment. "Yeah, can you actually prove that you really got nothing to do with it and know of nothing? Because only someone who wants to hide something starts pointing with fingers at others and you were really quick to do so." A drop of sweat ran down the side of Storage Rick's face and his mouth and unibrow formed a straight line. "What the heck are you talking about? You noticed that we have really strict regulations in here? I can't just hand out Mortys to anyone. If someone wants to withdraw they have to have a ticket and also need to show an id. I mean just think about how much trouble I would get into if a Morty trainer shows up and wants to withdraw a Morty that I gave out to whoever you think I hand them to?" Rick C-137 noticed the other's nervousness and immediately latched onto it like a predator that detected fear in its victim. "Surely not all the Mortys, but I bet you have quite a few around that no one comes picking up anymore." "W-what?" "You can't tell me that Ricks leave their Mortys here and ALL of them come back to retrieve them again. We Ricks are assholes! As soon as a Rick grows bored of this shitty game, he'll just abandon all their caught Mortys because anything else would be just a hassle. So if you try to tell me that it doesn't happen or you don't know anything about that then you're just a liar and a pretty bad one at that!!" "W-well…" Storage Rick had to swallow because his throat felt entirely to dry and he cursed that he was stuttering so badly all of a sudden. He never had that problem before. "Yeah, okay. We have a bunch of abandoned Mortys running around here. I mean, you can clearly see them." The Morty keeper mentioned with his hand inside the Day Care and to the area behind the electrical fence where Mortys were busy with whatever they were doing. "Still, doesn't give you the right to assume that I just sell them out or whatever." "Really? Then what do you with them?" Rick C-137 wasn't about let up. He actually had fun with this verbal fight and trying to corner the other who was clearly trying to hide something. "Surely those Mortys aren't the only abandoned ones. Where is the rest of them?" "The information where we store the Mortys is confidential." The reply shot out of Storage Rick as if he was trained to answer that by his employer – which he probably was. It didn't deter the Rogue Rick. "Say, this is a really small building. I have trouble believing that you can keep all of those stored Mortys here and the ones that no one comes to pick up anymore. You sure you don't hand some of them out to get some space in there?" "Yeah, even if we don't have any proof now, are you sure that we won't stumble over something if we dig around in regards to those Mortys?" Morty C-137 leaned cockily on the counter, feeling confidence from also noting how much his grandfather had cornered the other Rick. Storage Rick looked unnerved at the bratty Morty before he finally seemed to give in. They had fucking cornered him on this one! As if he hadn't already had enough trouble with rumors coursing around because he had messed up one time and handed out a Morty whose Rick actually did come back to retrieve him again. Of course, he had tried to swipe that one under the rug, explaining it away as a misunderstanding. As an error in the computer system or something like that. He had consoled the Rick with some bribe money, which the greedy bastard readily accepted. And after that, he deflected anyone who was questioning the safety of this place because unfortunately, once rumors came to exist on the Citadel, they had a tendency to last. However, if these Ricks and Mortys would get too nosy and snuck around, they really might end up blowing his cover – aside from that, he had no idea if they had good connections to the Citadel HQ and when those bureaucrats would start investigating, he would get into a shit ton of trouble. There was no way that it wouldn't be noticed that Storage Rick had forged some documents and they would see that Mortys weren't actually retrieved, yet missing from the Day Care anyways. While that wouldn't be too fatal to him, he would have some real trouble if they linked him together with that illegal brothel ring. And since these guys seemed to only be interested in those, they might leave him out of this whole bullshit if he just confessed now… Sure, he was going to be in trouble either way now. And that didn't come entirely unexpected. He had a good run, but realistically speaking, this whole thing was bound to blow up eventually. And maybe, if he played nice now, he would get away with a milder punishment. Probably try to make it look like he was only a victim in this, too, or something. Because honestly, he was! "Fine. Maybe I do sell some of those Mortys underneath the table." He finally admitted. "And do you sell them to some brothels, too." Morty C-133 also leaned on the counter now, fixing the other with a hard stare. The Rick sighed in defeat. "It-it's not unlikely that they end up there." "S-so you r-really d-do sell the M-Mortys t-to the brothels?" A-22β6 stuttered accusingly and also leaned a little bit closer. "Hey, it's not like I'm doing it for the money!" Storage Rick was immediately on the defense again. "You-you have no fucking idea what is going on here! The place is fucking overcrowded with abandoned Mortys and neither Morty Inc. nor the Council of Ricks are doing anything about it. And it's not only that! Believe it or not, but the Mortys that I hand over actually want it. They-they're coming on to me and I really don't wanna deal with those horny little asses. So if-if they want Rick cock so badly then what's the harm in sending them to the brothels? I'm just doing everyone a favor like this." The disapproving looks he received from the Mortys and their Ricks in front of him spoke otherwise. Of course, Storage Rick himself knew that what he did was wrong, but he just couldn't feel bad about it anymore. He continued. "You know, I'm not the real bad guy here. Do you wanna know who it is? It's the Ricks! All of the Ricks that decided that they grew bored of the Morty craze and then just dump them here with the false promise of eventually retrieving them again instead of just releasing them into the wild. No, they just leave their Mortys here who are waiting for their stupid Ricks to come back, which let's face it will never ever happen!" It was true! And who was the one who was always left to pick up the shambles of those abandoned and broken Mortys? It was always him – Rick S-124! No, in his opinion he had no reason to feel bad about himself because he was still by miles a better Rick than those who were visiting his Morty Day Care. "Well, it's neither for you nor for us to decide who the bad guy is, so chill out." Rick C-133 was trying to be rational even if it did make him receive disapproving looks from the three Mortys at the counter. "Just tell us about your contacts. We're not really interested in you. We want to know who the big boss behind this entire thing is." Storage Rick quickly glanced over to the tensed up Guard Rick that stood in front of the electrical fence. "Sorry, no can do." "Wait? What?!" Morty C-137 practically jumped at that answer. "You already confessed that you're shipping the Mortys off to the brothel, so why are you trying to hold that information back from us now?" Morty C-133 also couldn't believe what he had heard. "Surely you can't be willing to stick your neck out for them?" The Morty of the Rogue Rick continued still. "If you leave it at that, we will have to hand you over to the authorities who will just get the information out of you somehow. You can't really want that?" "Sorry, but I actually don't have any names or addresses. And even if I did, I won't squeal on anyone. Not my style." Storage Rick said as he slowly distanced himself from the counter and waved a Morty in a blue t-shirt over. "If you'll excuse me now, it's time for my break." "What!? Hey!!" The Mortys protested at the sudden retreat. "Morty, let it be." Rick C-137 said. "What are you saying, Rick?" Morty whirled around to face his grandfather, not believing that he was just giving up like that after they already got a confession out of the other. The Rogue Rick sighed and began to move while shaking his head. "As I said, Morty. Just. Give. It. A. Rest." He emphasized each word, hoping that Morty would catch on. However, the boy was too worked up to get it and angrily followed after his Rick who rounded the corner of the Day Care. The other Ricks and their Mortys wordlessly followed, Morty C-133 and Morty A-22β6 looking slightly confused but much calmer than their interdimensional counterpart did. "I-I-I just can't believe you, Rick!" the angry brunet bellowed loudly. "Just shut up for a minute, will you?" The scientist said calmly as he leaned against the wall. "What? No! I won't—" his grandson started, but was interrupted by Rick C-133. "Calm down again. If you keep being this obnoxious we will never get the information." "What?" The Morty quietened down as his anger was instantly replaced with confusion. "Well yeah, it would suck if he overheard me ratting him out. Already got my neck way to deep in the noose thanks to you." Morty turned to the source of the voice, only to see Storage Rick coming from the back of the Day Care, taking a drag from his freshly lit cigarette. He was so confused right now. Did that mean that the other was going to tell them now? Rick S-124 leaned against the wall and took another puff. "So, that Guard Rick is your contact person. Is that it?" Rick C-137 asked. The other nodded. "Yeah, I didn't lie when I said that I have no addresses and no names. I really have no direct contact to the brothels. Rick T-42 is the one who pays me and comes to pick up the Mortys. He'll dress up in civil and come pick up a batch this evening again." It was pretty simple actually. The "disguised" Guard Rick would act as if he wanted to make a withdrawal, handing him cash instead of the tickets in exchange. Then he would leave with his happy band of five Mortys as if he was just another trainer, pretending to go adventuring with them when in truth he carted them off to the brothels, however he continued to do that. Rick S-124 didn't really know anything further than that. Not that he actually needed to know. "So basically, someone of us just needs to stick around this evening and then follow him to wherever he brings those Mortys." C-133 concluded simply. "Exactly." Storage Rick breathed out with some smoke. "Are you really sure that he'll still come after you just confessed to us?" "Don't worry about that. I'll talk to him later and make sure that he will." "Well, guess that's that. Good job. C'mon, Morty." C-137 said as he was about to take his leave. "Not so fast, Rick." His grandson halted the other. "We still have to discuss who's going to stay behind and spy after the guy." "It's not going to be us 'cause we have stuff to do and places to be at." "I'm serious, Rick!" "So am I, Morty." "No, Rick. You-you're not taking this very seriously, Rick. Doesn't this whole sex trafficking thing that these Ricks have going on with Mortys bother you at all?" Morty stared accusingly at his grandfather. Now the scientist looked offended. "What kind of question is that? Of course, it does bother me. I mean, this whole thing is just really fucked up. You Mortys are still minors and on top of it, you're our grandsons and incest is just gross! Aside from that, I don't really get why they would run after Mortys. I mean, we're all Rick Sanchez, we can bed anyone that we want, so why chase after a stupid, pubescent teenager?" "Excuse me?!" his Morty asked back, a frown on his face. He was clearly offended by what his grandfather just said by making it sound like there was nothing desirable about a Morty. Sure, he didn't get lucky with Jessica or many other girls, but he also got to make out with a few pretty ones. "Well, I'm sorry, Morty, that you feel offended about that. You know, other kids would be happy if their grandpa told them that he has no desire to fuck them. Didn't know that you would have a problem with that. Is there anything you wanna tell me?" "What?! No, Rick! Is-it's just—you didn't need to phrase it like that, you know?" "What? I was stating facts. Honestly, I can't see the appeal." "Well, Mortys are said to be a pretty good lay, actually." P-78 butted in from the sideline. "They're also pretty good at giving head – supposedly naturals at it." Then he lifted his hands in a defensive motion, "It's not l-like I would know, it's just what I heard from other Ricks who're into that sort of thing." "Well, yeah. That's still no excuse to fuck your own grandson." C-137 replied back, remembering that the part about giving head was indeed true according to his own experience with that Rick Fan Morty. "I get you, man. I'm not into it either. Just saying." P-78 defended himself and couldn't help but glance at his own Morty, who gave him a look that he couldn't read. "Mortys are made for Ricks." Rick S-124 suddenly joined in on their conversation. He had already lit a second cig – or was that his third? "They're a perfect match to us—fucking compatible to us in every way, even to our sexual needs. The marriage between a Rick and Morty would be the only one that could actually work out and that was even admitted by Ricks who have already had more than one failed marriage behind them. Not that I would know since I've never been married to begin with." "Ah, just shut up about it, will you! This talk is going to make me vomit all over this shitty place." C-137 retorted angrily. "C'mon, Morty. Let's go. We still got stuff to do." Morty and the rest of the team began to trail behind their leader as they left. "We talk over the phone again." He shouted towards Morty C-133 and A-22β6, knowing that his grandfather wasn't willing to wait up for him any longer. They made their way silently towards the portal in the middle of the square. Before they arrived there, Morty spoke up again, albeit much quieter this time. "Do you actually think that it could be true, Rick? I mean about the match and marriage thing?" "Are you actually a Morty that hasn't been fucked by his Rick yet?" Mysterious Rick's words rang in his head again. "No need to look so surprised. Ricks and Mortys fucking with each other is actually a pretty common thing." 'Is it really such a common thing? Is it normal for Ricks and Mortys to fuck with each other? Is that as natural as a Rick usually having a Morty? Are we the odd ones out for not doing it…?' "Morty, let's stop talking about it! It's just disgusting!" "Yeah, I know…but do you think that there could be really a Rick and a Morty who could be a happily married couple? It's just so hard to imagine…" The brunet trailed off at the end of the sentence and looked like he tried very hard to picture it. 'Actually it's not that hard to imagine now that I know that it's probably a thing…' Rick abruptly halted, turned around and got down on one knee while grabbing Morty's shoulders. "Listen up, Morty. Ricks will make up whatever kind of bullshit they need as a fucking reason to excuse themselves away. So don't you worry your stupid little Morty head about the crap that you just heard. The Ricks who say that kind of shit just try to make that up as an excuse to be openly sick fucks. I mean, I'm pretty sick, too, not gonna lie about that, but not like this! You got that, Morty?" Morty nodded and it was a good enough response for Rick to let go of his grandson and continue on his way again.

AN: Okay, I have to admit that I was thinking really long and hard about who should be the last and fifth Morty on Rick's team. I was contemplating even giving him the One True Morty, but in the end, my decision fell on Judge Morty because for one, he's super cool (you need to watch the animation if you haven't yet) and secondly, he was the first really strong Morty that I got on my team when I was playing Pocket Mortys for the first time. He was really way stronger than anyone else in my team, so sorry for putting him on such a high pedestal here, but it's just my way of honoring him in good memory. And phew, 10k long chapter, but we're finally getting to the good parts – and the finale is right around the corner. So stay tuned for the last chapter next week! (And yes, I do feel bad for making Storage Rick turn from a decent to a bad guy. He's my favorite Rick and I never intended for that to happen when I wrote "Ricking the Routine"…)

Part 11 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

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Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

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Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

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Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

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Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

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Part 12 of Entricked Fates: The Mortys and their Stories

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Chapter 2

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 3: Super Morty Fan Morty

AN: As always, it's advised to read chapter 4 of "The Lines between Ricks and Mortys" first. Warnings: surprisingly none for this chapter despite the Morty that it is about (other than that it is kind of lame as far as background stories go)

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 3: Super Morty Fan Morty The first time that Morty met his grandfather, he had been confused by the man. Rick had been so delighted – excited – to finally meet him. Why that was, was something that Morty hadn't understood for a long while. At first, the boy had been a bit weirded out by the scientist since his grandfather treated him as if he was some kind of celebrity. He wore a ski hat that had the form of Morty's head, some badges on his lab coat that looked like his head or had a big red 'M' in front of a yellow background and a t-shirt that also had his face on it. There was also a red dazzler with a big 'M' around his neck, a yellow belt buckle also in the shape of an 'M' and he had a doll that looked like him that spoke weird sentences in a recorded voice that sounded very much like Morty's. Morty truly didn't understand why his grandfather did that or where he even got all of his merchandise. However, after a short time, he stopped caring about that. He actually enjoyed all the attention that he got from the crazy scientist, being the only one that was invited to come along on his adventures. Usually Morty had been below average and aside from the school bullies no one had ever paid him any attention – not even his own family. So, obviously, he was overjoyed to have finally found someone that he considered as a friend, albeit a crazy one that was a hell 'a lot older than he was, but he wasn't one to nitpick about something like that. Things however began to change drastically when his Rick brought him to the Citadel of Ricks for the first time. It was finally at that point that Morty understood where his grandfather had gotten the merchandise but not only that. He was met with the realization that his grandfather wasn't the only Rick there was, but that there were plenty different versions of him throughout the entire multiverse and so many of them were gathered here in this one place. However, this was only something that he took notice of one the side because even more he realized that there were also many different versions of himself. Normally, one would expect that the boy might have felt offended about this, seeing himself so often that he would feel like he was insignificant and nothing special, but that was not the case. In fact, he was in awe as he saw all the many other versions of himself. While most of the Mortys looked exactly the same as him, there were also ones who looked completely different. Like the Aqua Morty who looked like a fish and had to wear a helmet with water inside it so that he could actually breathe on land. Or the Cyclops Morty who had orange skin, pointed ears and only a singular eye – he actually looked a bit intimidating and dangerous. The Robot Morty looked also very interesting. And there was even a Morty whose head was in the shape of a hammer. "Woah! There are so many of them and all they're all different!" Morty said to his grandfather with starry eyes. His Rick could only grin and agree. It was at this point that Morty himself became a fan of Mortys because even though they were essentially the same as him, he thought that they were really awesome and cute. He completely fell in love with them. Loving every chance that he got to interact with them. Also loving to just watch them. So, from this moment on, he also started to dress himself in a similar fashion as his grandfather: He wore a hat in the form of a Morty head, a backpack in similar shape on which he put all of his badges that he bought on the Citadel and a t-shirt with a Morty's face on it. A similar red dazzler to that of his grandfather hung also around his neck, he also wore the same 'M'-shaped belt buckle and he even thought about getting himself a fancy tattoo, but so far only drew 'MORTY' and a heart on his stomach and abdomen. Morty and his Rick seemed to have gotten even closer than before, having now something to talk about excitedly the entire time like all the different looks or lifestyles that Mortys from other dimensions could have. Of course, those new changes didn't go unnoticed by the rest of his family for long. Especially as Jerry found one questionable fanart that the boy had drawn – he had started to actively draw and write fanfictions, too – his parents knew that they had to do something. "I don't know what we should do with him, Beth! Probably admit him to a mental hospital or something because what he does is anything but healthy!" Morty could overhear his father yelling. It wasn't rare that his parents argued with each other, but it was one of the rare times that he was the topic of their argument and they somewhat agreed that things were not okay with him. "A mental hospital, Jerry?! Really?!" his mother argued back. "I don't think that it's that serious that we need to look for medical help. Maybe we can just try to talk with him." "Not that serious?! Have you even looked at the picture that he had drawn?!" was the counter argument. "The boy is narcissistic! A little friendly talk won't just fix that magically! This probably would have never happened if he wouldn't hang out so much with your crazy father!!" "Keep my dad out of this!" "No, if anyone is at fault that our son has developed such a weird tendencies than it's Rick's!" His father thundered and didn't let his mother get another word in. "We should have never allowed him to stay with us! It's only because of your fucked up father complex!! You're probably not even going to care when the old weirdo ends up sexually molesting or even raping our son, do you?!" Morty had heard enough. He was just fed up with everything. He was fed up with his parents trying to stage an intervention – even wanting to go so far as to lock him up in a loony bin. And on top of that they wanted to place the entire blame on his grandfather and would try to kick him out of the house now. His brilliant Rick who had opened his eyes to a whole new world – a whole new level of existence even! No, he wouldn't stand for this anymore. Morty felt actually a little bad for what he was about to do, but he didn't have any other options. He had packed his Morty backpack to the brim with snacks, his block and pencils for drawing his fanart and some of the Morty merchandise that he was able to fit inside. It was in the middle of the night that he secretly snug in the garage. His grandfather had fallen asleep in front of the TV so he knew that it was save to go in there without getting interrupted or stopped by anyone. The boy grabbed his grandfather's portal gun, which rested innocently on top of the workbench. He put in one of the view coordinates that he had memorized – the ones that would bring him to the Citadel of Ricks. Maybe it wasn't the wisest choice and Morty knew that his grandfather would know where he went from the coordinates, but then again since it was the Citadel, maybe he wouldn't find him so easily. Opening a portal against the wall of the garage, Morty put the gun back where he picked it up. Slowly he moved closer to the rip in space and time that presented itself visibly as a swirling green vortex. Morty took one last look back towards the door. He really felt bad for what he was about to do. Not because of leaving his parents and sister behind, but because he was leaving his Rick despite knowing how much the man loved him. It had to be done though. In Morty's mind this was the only option to protect them both. So, he faced the portal again, took a deep breath and then walked through it. The portal closed, leaving no trace behind that it was ever there to begin with. It would take a long while before anyone in the house would rose from their slumber. It would take an even longer while before anyone would notice that Morty was gone. And it would take even longer before Rick would notice that his portal gun had been used. But who knew how long it would take before he would find his boy again… if he ever would.

Part 12 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

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Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

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Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

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Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

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Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

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Part 11 of Entricked Fates: The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys – Chapter 4: That's just disgusting / Time to get your hands dirty

Warnings: fanboying, horrible fake accent, more violence, more artistic liberty with Morty battles, also a bunch of handsome Mortys in this one

The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys – Chapter 4: That's just disgusting / Time to get your hands dirty After A-22β6 had reported that Salesman Rick was most likely not involved in any illegal crime activities, but just an old sad man, who was probably misunderstood, the number of suspected Ricks had quickly dwindled down to only one – Dirty Rick. This time K-4872 promised to look into it and he would do it thoroughly.

The C-137 team meanwhile continued their interdimensional travels to catch more Mortys and gain more badges. Once more, they stepped through a portal to arrive at a random place… "Oh great. A fucking cave dimension. Just lovely…" Rick groaned. Indeed, they were inside an underground tunnel system. The walls, the ceiling and the floor were made of dirty brown stone and the only source of light came from the lamps that were strung along the ceiling. The air was stifling and Morty felt immediately claustrophobic even though the cavern in which they stood right now was still pretty spacious. It was quickly decided that he disliked this dimension as much as his Rick did. Nonetheless, the scientist and unchallenged leader of the group pulled out his trusty Mortytector and lead the way. They ventured through several tunnels and after they walked around the maze-like lair for more than an hour even Morticia feared that they were hopelessly lost. It was only after a flash of bright yellow caught the female's eyes that she gained newfound trust in her grandfather. This was the Morty that Rick seemed to have been looking for. Morty C-137 just wanted to take a closer look from a safe distance, but at that exact same moment, the other boy noticed him, too. Of course, Morty was expecting the other boy to flee from him like the wild Mortys always did. However, this one brightened up and actually began to run towards him. The somewhat strange clothes and the slightly delirious look on other Morty's face creeped the brunet out and so C-137 began to ran, too. He was fleeing from the weirdo. Rick watched the whole spectacle in mild annoyance as the boys were running around him in circles now. Seemingly, he was undecided if it was a good thing that the Super Morty Fan Morty wasn't running away from them so they wouldn't have to chase after him in this damn underground labyrinth or if it was a bad thing that he was actually pursuing his Morty. Well, the only bad thing about this was obviously the fact that his grandson was such a pussy again! Morty C-137 was close to having a panic attack as the Super Fan tried to hug him. "Please wait! I just wanna cuddle you!" the crazy boy yelled and made a smooch-face. Instead of having a calming effect, this only made the hunted one speed up. Rick sighed, not being able to see his pathetic grandson being chased by another version of himself for much longer. "Shadow Morty. You go in and beat that little turd up." He ordered the black specter beside him. Shadow Morty didn't waste any time and with a menacing face – even though the only thing you could see were his white eyes – he hovered between the two, efficiently stopping the Morty Fan. The boy halted and looked with big eyes at him before asking after a few moments, "Are you a Morty, too?" He didn't wait for a reply as his eyes turned all glazed and starry. "Wow!" The Morty Fan Morty tried to hug the shadow, but of course, he passed through the non-physical form and landed on the ground. With a pout and slightly teary eyes, he looked back up at the specter. Shadow Morty decided that he had seen enough of his opponent's antics, but just as he was about to attack the other stopped him. "Hold on a second!" he said and hastily drew a sketch block and a pencil from his Morty-shaped backpack. Curious what the other might be trying to do, Shadow Morty held off his attack and only watched in confusion as the Super Fan started to scribble something on a blank sheet of paper. It didn't take long before the fanboy was done and presented to Shadow Morty the masterpiece that he drew. The content of said picture was of rather questionable nature, depicting what looked like the Super Fan and Shadow Morty in a rather compromising position. Shadow Morty made a screech that sounded like an "eep", looking horrified by the art and dashed to hide behind his Rick's back, cowering as if he had been just traumatized. "What the heck?!" Rick commented on his most violent Morty's behavior. But then, he also got to see the surprisingly detailed fanart. "Urgh! That's just disgusting!" He may have seen and done a lot of shit in his life, but this kid should seriously seek some professional psychological help. That picture was in one word gross! Nonetheless, this little turd was just what was missing in his team and he would catch him somehow. "Morticia, go and knock him unconscious." The girl was his ace card. If she couldn't do it then he'd have no faith that his team of Mortys are even worth keeping, small as it was as of yet. With determination, Morticia stepped forward, ready to punch the living daylights out of the fanboy. Just as she was about to attack him – delivering a hard kick straight into his stomach – the Super Morty Fan started to fanboy again. "Oh wow! You're a girl! Aww and so cute!!" Embarrassingly enough the compliment made Morticia halt in her actions and blush. Rick only groaned. This girl had been his last hope. He was never going to win against the Council of Dicks with these useless Mortys… As the Super Fan glomp-hugged Morticia, Morty became emphatic enough at the girl's plight that he tried to come to her help, ignoring the possible "danger" of getting to close into the fanboy's range. Helplessly he tried to pull the other boy off of his victim and soon you could only see a tangle of yellow and limbs. Seeing the mess, Shadow Morty found heart again to also join in and managed to wrestle his two comrades free. As Super Fan Morty – apparently a very forgetful boy – tried to hug the specter again and plummeted to the ground, Rick stepped in and injected the chip to the boy's temple. All four stood with baited breath and watched the LED blinking. "Peep! Peep! Peep!" the annoyingly high and loud sound that accompanied the blinking was echoing through the cave. "Peeep!!" With the loudest beep-noise, the light turned green and the C-137 team released the breath that they had been holding. On second thought, the Mortys started to wonder if they even wanted to have this guy in their group. Well, nothing to be done about that now. Rick had already made up his mind and would keep this one as long as he proved that he could win some battles. The entire team watched as the chip reprogrammed the Morty's memories and as the glazed-look vanished from his face and his eyes were focused again, the three Mortys started to hold their breath again. "Hey, Rick. Wow, what's going on? Who are these Mortys?" he grinned happily as his sight landed on his teammates. "Those are your new playmates. Try to get along with them and don't harass them too much, okay?" Rick explained and took a big sip from his flask. The trio was grateful that Rick was trying to do some damage control. They knew that they needed that kind of support from their grandfather and leader. "Okay, Rick." Super Fan Morty chirped happily.

Morty K-4872 had done his research and he had done it really thoroughly. He could testify that Dirty Rick had so many felonies on his back that he would be stuck in jail for a really long time if he would hand him over to the authorities. However, none of the things that he had found out linked him in any way to the illegal Morty brothel ring. Then again, dealings like that were so well guarded and kept secret that they were probably not easy to unearth with just a little search about background history. No, in this case Morty would have to get his hands dirty and make this up close and personal. Actually, he hated interrogations, though usually his Rick was the one who led those while Morty had to inflict the torture and pain at his mentor's command. This was easily the top reason why he hated interrogations in the first place. But this time, it would be different because this time his grandfather wouldn't lead – he wouldn't even help him out with it. And this was bound to make all the difference. Yet, the Morty was still unsure if he could really go through with it. He had to! This wasn't for himself, but for the sake of all the other Mortys who were in pain and tortured and the ones that were in the very danger of ending up like that. Who knew how many Mortys counted on him rescuing them from their cruel fate and how many more needed to be protected so that they wouldn't have to suffer, too? Morty-abuse was sadly enough such a common thing in the Rick community – not just on the Citadel, but in general – that it was beyond believable that there were still some who felt the need to stack such heinous crimes on top of it and make the lives of every Morty Smith in the multiverse even harder and more unbearable than it already was! With those thoughts as motivation in his mind, K-4872 stomped inside the Morty Games Coliseum. His Rick was slowly following him, clearly with far less enthusiasm as the boy. Why should he get worked up over this though? This was his boy's mission and not his own after all. Morty didn't have to search for long, quickly finding a counter at which his target stood positioned at. It was really just the counter on the right side, just after entering the entrance hall. He was so easy to recognize with his cocky smirk, sharp angled face, dark bags under his eyes, the long slicked down hair that he tied together in a loose ponytail and the cheap suite that he wore. The tasteless bling in the form of golden rings on his hands of which one held onto a toothpick and in the shape of a bunch of ear studs as well as an unoriginal necklace that had a golden lock dangling from it, didn't make him one bit more likable. His entire appearance screamed shady whether it were those tattoos that he so openly presented on his neck and the back of his hand or that band aid on his cheek that was covering up a fresh wound that might probably leave a lasting scar… or that facial hair of his. In short he looked like a dirty rat! This was without a mistake the Rick that he was looking for. Rick D-9 – Dirty Rick. With an air full of confidence, he walked over to the counter. It was finally time to get his hands dirty… The Rick looked down at him in slight confusion, only used to dealing with Ricks and not with Mortys themselves. "Whazzup? Ya lost dat Rick of yaz?" he asked slightly irritated in an odd accent. "I'm not looking for my Rick. I'm looking for some answers!" Morty K-4872 practically spat as he tried to look the other down with narrowed eyes.

Morty C-137 still couldn't stop thinking about their last battle. It was a fight against a trainer, but this one hadn't been alien, at least not to him – it had been his dad. He had an Ad Space Morty, a Jerry Morty and a Jerry Fan Morty on his side and he happened to overhear from the trio that he didn't even catch them, but the Mortys had decided to stay with him out of sympathy. After his loss, his father had only begged Rick pathetically to not tell Beth about the Pocket Mortys fad because he worried that things would get really ugly and violent if he did. Well, Morty's mom was extremely competitive at times so he could imagine it pretty well. He still kind of wondered how his dad got involved into this – or from which dimension he was for that matter. Then again, it probably made as much sense as the Burger King rip-off of at the Citadel – Jerry King – which had been build and was run by a bunch of Jerrys (and Mortys). Rick had made it a point to avoid that fast food joint though. Even if he did want to try them all out, no one said that he couldn't leave out a few. Thankfully, the dimension that they were in right now looked normal again. Actually, it was even more normal than "normal". Not only were they outside again, but the dirt looked brown and the grass looked green. The sky was blue and the trees looked just the same like they did in Morty's home dimension. If he didn't know any better he'd say they were actually on earth again. Only the fact that they rarely met any humans and only alien Morty trainers, reminded Morty C-137 again that this wasn't home. "Heads up, dipshits. Here comes the final boss." Rick declared as they walked straight towards a big boss battle arena. The brunet gulped and his comrade's faces became steely and hard as they climbed the stairs. No matter how often they faced off against a Rick leader, it never became easier. Quite the opposite actually. However, Morty was hit by surprise as he saw whom they were up against. The opposing Rick wore a pink blazer, blue shirt, light-blue pants, green socks, white shoes and pink-tinted mirroring sunglasses. His ashen skin also looked a little more like a tan. Somehow, he looked like he came straight from the beach. However, not only the Rick looked very unusual. Morty was quite impressed by the four interdimensional counterparts that stood behind the gym leader. They were Sexy Devil Morty, Super Unicorn Morty, Turbulent Juice Morty and Mortaion Morty. Especially the last one drew Morty's attention to herself – for several reasons. "W-w-wow." He stuttered and blushed. "Why does the other Rick have so se—uh—handsome Mortys?" "Yeah, I've heard of this guy. He's called Miami Rick and owns a nightclub in his earth's dimension's Miami." Rick replied as if that would explain everything. Morty only looked strangely at his grandfather now. Any further questions that he might have had were lost as the battle was finally about to start. "Let's just get over this quickly. I've got places to be, Rick." Miami Rick said and selected his first Morty – Sexy Devil Morty. "Heh, that's my line, Rick." Rick C-137 commented and sent his original grandson on the field who sighed. He didn't really feel like fighting anymore against other versions of himself. Honestly, what exactly was even the point of those battles? Wasn't it all just for Ricks' selfish entertainment again? As his Rick sent him a stern glare, he at least tried to put up a determined front again. No matter how he looked at it, they would have to win and just get through some more battles if they ever wanted to attempt catching that Mysterious Rick and finally go back home again. So, he tried to direct the anger that he felt for Ricks on his opponent even if the other Morty didn't deserve it. Actually, the Sexy Devil Morty looked pretty harmless. He looked like he was only a boy who for some odd reason was still wearing last year's Halloween costume. Additionally he looked as uncomfortable about having to fight as he felt at the moment. Admittedly, Morty C-137 felt really bad for having to beat him up. "Well, c'mon Morty. Use swing." His Rick commanded impatiently. "Yeah, yeah, Rick." The brunet mumbled back unenthusiastically and went to attack his enemy. Since the other brunet just stood there still with the expression of discomfort on his face, Morty closed his eyes as he took a swing. He blinked them open in surprise again the next moment as he noticed that he only hit air. The devilish Morty had dodged his attack and his face has warped into one of boredom now. "Uugh… Morty! What the heck was that?!" Rick C-137 immediately scolded his dumb grandson for missing his opponent. It was now the other Rick's turn to order his Morty to attack. "Quick, Sexy Devil Morty! Use your surprise attack! 666!" The boredom shifted to malice as the boy suddenly pulled a pitchfork from behind his back. Morty C-137's eyes widened at the sight. Where had the other even hid that thing? Since he was still in shock, C-137 was reacting too slowly as the other Morty attacked him. He screamed like a banshee as the prongs of the fork pierced the skin of his arm. After the hit, he felt even worse though. He groaned sluggishly and staggered, barely able to hold himself up anymore. "What's wrong, Morty? It was just a little prick. Can't have hurt that much." Rick's irritated voice penetrated the fog inside the boy's mind. "I-I-I think… I've been poisoned…" he moaned painfully. "WHAT?!" Miami Rick cackled now along with his Morty. "Indeed. That special attack of my Morty is poisonous." He boasted. Now it was Rick C-137's turn to groan. In annoyance. He rummaged inside his coat and dug a green capsule-shaped object out of it. "You're real lucky that we just picked this up from another trainer a few battles ago, right Morty?" he said as he went over to his grandson and used the serum that was labeled poison-be-gone. The item immediately cured the horrible effect and Morty instantly felt better. "Thanks, Rick." He said in an honest tone and with a sincere smile. "Psht! Just do better now and don't get poisoned again, you little shit. I don't have unlimited supplies of that stuff, you know?" the older man replied contemptuously. Morty nodded and luckily noticed from the corner of his eyes that the boy in the red spandex suit tried to attack him with the trident-like weapon again. This time his reaction was much faster and he not only evaded the attack but also countered and managed to disarm his opponent. The glowing-red hayfork fell with a loud clank on the ground just outside of the ring. Sexy Devil Morty looked with a highly displeased face after it. Next thing the boy found himself also on the ground since Morty C-137 had slammed into him. Said boy was sitting on his opponent now and began to lay into him. After that mean and devious attack, C-137 saw no point in holding back anymore. The other had been only playing the role of an innocent boy and tried to trick him so he would let his guard down and worst of all, it had actually worked. Morty C-137 didn't stop his attacks until he was sure that the other was no longer able to fight. "Yeah, Morty! That's what I'm talking about!" Rick C-137 cheered, actually a little proud of his grandson. Miami Rick didn't look as fazed as his first defeated Morty crawled back to his side again. He only nodded with his head towards his Mortaion Morty who now stepped onto the battlefield. Morty C-137 gulped a little and blushed as his new opponent winked at him. "C'mon, Morty! Get a grip!" His grandfather sounded annoyed again as he saw how Morty was acting. "Y-you're right, Rick!" he said and tried to focus again. "I really shouldn't feel this weird about an alien girl version of myself." Miami Rick interrupted this time. "Actually, that one's not really a Morty. She's part of an exotic type of space sirens who just happen to look like a sexy female Morty. So it's not like this would be considered narcissism or selfcest or something like that…" "WHA-WHAT?!" the revelation was so shocking to Morty that he again failed to dodge his enemy's attack. "Goddammit, Morty! Don't be an idiot! She's obviously a trap!!" Rick C-137 shouted. Unfortunately, this information confused the brunet only more. "What? What's that supposed to mean, Rick?" His inattentiveness towards his opponent rewarded him with another hard punch and more damage towards his health. The Mortaion Morty didn't stop in her attacks and kept going with a mix of flirting and precise, strong hits. So, it didn't take very long till Morty C-137 was on the ground. "Damn, Morty! I can't really watch this anymore." His Rick groaned again. "Tag out. Morticia, you go in. Take care of that bitch!" The girl stepped forward, looking more determined than ever. Obviously, that flirtatious attitude of the other female Morty was something that Morticia took personally. 'There's no way that that cheap whore is going to beat me!' she thought with envy clearly flashing in her eyes. The space siren noticed it easily and giggled sweetly in amusement. This in turn made the brunette narrow her eyes even more. The tension between the two girls became quickly thick enough that you could cut it with a knife. "Oouuuh, a real cat fight!" Super Fan Morty suddenly started to blurt out. "The only thing that would make it better would be if there was mud in the arena." "Hah! I agree with that." Miami Rick commented from his side of the field. Rick C-137 looked at both his opponent and his own Morty weirdly. "…I would agree, too…if those two were hot chicks instead of Mortys." The girls didn't take any notice about the conversation that was going on about them. They were still too busy staring each other down. Quick as a flash, Morticia was the first one to strike. The Mortaion Morty blocked her punch with her arm as if it was nothing. Seems like the siren wasn't just all looks. She proved it further by dealing a punch to the yellow-shirted girl. A heated fight broke out in which fists flew and kicks were dealt out in almost rapid succession. Somewhere in between the girls even started to use cheap methods like scratching and hair pulling. It was quite a mess to watch. Despite the even hits, it soon began to look like Morticia was the one on the losing end. She was in a really bad shape, littered with scratch marks and bruises and panting rather heavily while her opponent still looked mostly fine if you ignored her disheveled hair. Still, the brunette swore to herself that she wouldn't back down and win this match. So, she concentrated all of her remaining strength in her one last move. Quick as a bee she lunged at the Mortaion Morty. The other almost burst out laughing, thinking that her opponent's aim was completely off. However, it wasn't since Morticia hadn't tried to hit the alien girl. It was something that the green-skinned siren only noticed after it was already too late. The Mortys and even the Ricks blushed at the view. Mortaion Morty screeched in a high pitch as she covered herself with her arms. Morticia had grabbed her skimpy clothes and managed to tear them off, completely exposing the other. Blinded by humiliation, the alien suddenly fled from the battle arena while still screaming loudly. "So, that's what you meant with trap…" Morty C-137 mumbled, brows furrowing. "H-Hey! Wait a second!!" Miami Rick called after his escaping Morty, but it was no use. Since he was still in the middle of a battle, he also couldn't just chase after her. He sighed and groaned sarcastically. "Great…" After all the trouble, he went through to catch one of those… "Well, no helping it." His posture was back to normal again. "Guess it's your turn now, Super Unicorn Morty." The impressive, tall and muscular Morty with the long pink and blue mane stepped forward now. Since Morticia had been weakened a lot in her battle, Rick C-137 decided to switch her out. "Come back here, Morticia. Shadow Morty, you go out there and win us that badge!" He was actually convinced that the specter might be enough to finish this entire arena fight. After all the ghost-like Morty was almost undefeated. The pretty Morty on the enemy side still looked as relaxed as ever. Rick C-137 thought that the unicorn might even be high. Not that it mattered. If anything, this would make the fight probably even easier for them. "Shadow Morty, use one of your dark and creepy attacks. Wha-what-whatever they're called." He ordered. Obediently, the shade went forward with the intent to deal some deadly damage to his opponent. Super Unicorn Morty didn't even attempt to evade the oncoming attack. Maybe the drugs in his system made him oblivious to the danger that he was currently facing. At least that was what Rick C-137 had thought until Shadow Morty lashed out and… nothing. The unicorn wasn't bothered because he seemed to know that it would deal no damage to him. That was odd. How was that even possible? Miami Rick cackled in delight, clearly having expected this. "Ha ha ha! Didn't you know that light beats darkness? Time to use your rainbow powers, Super Unicorn Morty!" In an instant, the powerful Morty began to attack. The pink horn on his forehead started to spin like a drill and shot rainbow-colored laser beams at the specter. Shadow Morty shrieked in pain and immediately went to hide behind his Rick's back. "Oh, c'mon. You can't be serious!" he looked in disbelieve at the odd and magical creature and then to the frightened shadowy phantom behind his back. It was obvious that trying to send out Shadow Morty again would only end in failure and since Morty and Morticia were already out for the count it left him with only one choice. "Guess there's no helping it. We're tagging out. It's your turn now, Super Morty Fan Morty." He said with little enthusiasm. "Really, Rick? I can? Can I?" the fanboy asked excitedly and jumped up and down. Apparently, he was very delighted to be facing the pretty Morty. Rick C-137 was unsure if that was a good sign or not, but he had hope that this Morty would win him at least this battle. What to do with the remaining Morty that still stood waiting beside his Rick was something that he would think about when the time for it came. Even if he were short on Mortys, maybe a miracle would occur today no matter how little the scientist believed in such things like fate and wondrous happenings. As it was, he could only watch the delirious version of his grandson enter the battleground now. The Super Fan immediately hugged the other Morty around the middle who was again completely unimpressed. Still, the fanboy only continued to hug. Miami Rick laughed again. "What? Is that all that your Morty can do?" Rick C-137 felt embarrassed beyond believe because apparently that was the only thing that his Morty would do. "Super Fan, attack him properly, will you!" he yelled clearly frustrated. "Nooo. I don't wanna." The crazy Morty argued back. "He's just too pretty. And just look at all those gold handprints on his body. Can I touch them, too?" Rick only slapped a hand on his face while the gym leader guffawed loudly. Super Unicorn Morty still looked as calm as ever and awaited further orders from his trainer who was too busy trying to catch his breath again. Miami Rick actually had to hold his pained side and wiped tears from his underneath his shades. For as strong as a Morty like the super unicorn was, he sadly was too dumb to actually act on his own so he still continued to wait and just ignored the fanboy that was still clinging to him. "Oh, hey! Hey! Can I take a selfie with you?" Super Fan asked his opponent and dug around in his pocket for his mobile. Rick C-137 was at a loss for words and Miami Rick almost died of laughter since the battle became only more hilarious. He was suddenly interrupted though as his mobile phone began to ring. Quickly calming down again, he ignored the ongoing battle that he had and answered. "Hello, Rick speaking?" "Where the heck are you, Daddy?" a voice which sounded like that of a Morty immediately started to bitch on the other end. "Sorry, Princess, but I'm currently very busy." He replied. Being distracted by the call, he almost didn't notice what went down on the battleground.

Super Morty Fan Morty finally found his own mobile and proceed to take a selfie with his opponent. Upon taking the photo, the sudden flash blinded the unicorn and made him momentarily dizzy.

Rick C-137 perked up at that and saw the perfect chance to land a hit on the enemy.

Being quick on his feet about it, he shouted. "Quick, Morty Fan! Glomp hug him!"

Now that was an order that the fanboy could follow and he tackled his enemy who fell to the ground.

"Shit! Morty!" Miami Rick yelled, noticing that the other side managed to land a hit on them.

Immediately a voice on the other end of his mobile started to yell.

Rick talked back into his phone. "What? No, not you!"

Seeing that his opponent was still distracted, C-137 continued to attack.

If the other didn't fight back it wasn't his problem.

"Morty Fan, choke hug him!" He commanded with a big grin on his face since the tables had turned now.

His Morty followed through with it swiftly.

Surprisingly his hug was really strong enough to make Super Unicorn Morty fight for air.

"Goddammit!" Miami Rick cursed. "Princess, I'm kinda busy right now… what? No. I'm not in the middle of another drug deal right now!"

C-137 just didn't leave his opponent a chance for a comeback.

"Just squeeze the air out of him." He said, not even bothering trying to come up with a different attack pattern.

While Miami Rick was still in a discussion with his original Morty on the other end who insisted that he came back home to him right now, he could only helplessly watch as his strongest Morty lost consciousness and was therefore unable to continue the fight.

The man could only groan and nodded towards his last standing Morty.

Seeing, as Turbulent Juice Morty didn't seem to get the gesture, he said, "Drag Unicorn out of the ring and get in there."

The blond followed suite and picked his unconscious comrade up to place him next to the dizzy Sexy Devil Morty before taking the Unicorn's place.

"Now use your muscles to squash him, Morty! No! Again, I don't mean you, Princess!"

Rick C-137 actually feared that they might lose the last battle as the tanned and muscular Morty approached the fanboy and tried to squish him in his arms.

Surprisingly the Morty Fan took it rather well though.

"Oh, you wanna hug, too?" he said slightly breathless and wiggled around enough so that he could hug his opponent back.

C-137 wasn't sure if he should be amazed or just plain weirded out by his latest catch. The Morty really had a displaced view of reality as long as it involved other Mortys, didn't he?

Nonetheless, since Miami Rick was still on his phone and trying to pacify Miami Morty, he had to try to use this chance to turn this battle into his favor again.

However, it seemed that his lucky star had burned out because no matter how good Super Fan Morty had held up against his opponent in the end he was still crimped with such a force that he eventually lost consciousness.

"Ugh, it would have been too good to be true…" Rick groaned as the now dizzy Morty was carelessly dropped on the ground.

He looked over at his team again.

His original Morty was clearly out of it and in no condition to fight.

Morticia might have been able to go for a bit longer, but she was also too badly wounded so using her would be pretty pointless.

That only left Shadow Morty who had been wounded by Super Unicorn Morty's attack and still looked quite frightened, but was the only one in the condition to battle.

"Well, Shadow Morty. Looks like it's your turn to try again." He said and motioned with his head towards the still standing enemy.

The specter still looked out of it and only reluctantly floated back into the ring again.

Morticia meanwhile had been kind enough to pick up the Morty Fan and drag him next to Morty C-137.

The ghostly Morty floated unsure back and forth in front of the enemy.

"What the heck are you waiting for?! Just attack the other Morty!" C-137 yelled.

Shadow Morty ignored the order and looked like he was too scared to approach his opponent.

Miami Rick then found the time between his call to order Turbulant Juice Morty to attack. "Just crush this one like the other Morty!"

Then he was back to discussing with his dialogue partner on the phone who started to quip again over one thing or another.

The tall blond Morty followed the command and approached the tiny floating shade.

Shadow Morty screeched in fright as his enemy tried to grab him but passed through.

Both looked at each other dumbly.

The phantom-like Morty blinked before he seemed to overcome his fear and rose up above till he was hovering over his opponent.

With his confidence back intact, the specter expanded like a stormy raincloud and encased his enemy.

Both Ricks were gaping as they watched the whole scene unfold in front of their eyes.

Thunder was emanating from the shadowy cloud as dark spiked tendrils rained down on the confused Turbulent Juice Morty.

After everything was over, Shadow Morty returned to his previous form and returned to his Rick's side, content now after he had gotten his revenge on the enemy side for scaring him as they had.

"What the heck…?" Miami Rick could only muttered and almost dropped his phone as he looked at his defeated Morty.

Again, the voice of his original Morty piped up on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm on the way." He answered and finally hung up.

As C-137 marched towards him, he threw the badge over to him and grabbed his portal gun.

He first opened a portal for team C-137 and then one for himself since he had to get back to his

princess

immediately.

"Trouble in paradise, huh?" C-137 mocked.

"Mind your own fucking business." Miami Rick replied with a frown and then was gone.

His beaten Mortys were left behind forgotten.

"Um, should we bring them to the Healing Center?" Morty C-137 asked as he looked down on the defeated opponents while clutching at his own wounds.

"Nah. We'd probably only get in trouble if we do, since those aren't my Mortys." Rick replied and took a swig from his flask again. He had been too preoccupied in the battle to think about his alcohol and really needed a drink now.

"You don't want our asses getting hauled into prison because we've been accused of stealing another Rick's Mortys, do you?" he asked as he saw that his grandson was still staring pitifully at the other injured Mortys.

Morty sighed, but agreed with his Rick and followed him through the portal that would bring them back to the Citadel.

Of course, that didn't mean that he was okay with what they were doing.

The system that all of those Ricks had built was truly fucked up.

Morty K-4872 huffed as he walked away from Dirty Rick's counter in the entrance hall of Morty Games. His Rick had been waiting close by the entrance with crossed arms and folding one leg over the other as he casually leaned against the wall. As he saw his Morty approaching, he arched his eyebrow and asked, "You done here?" "I can't get anything out of him…" the boy replied, his eyes downcast. He had tried to pry for information, but that Rick was a sly one who didn't even slip up a little. Morty K-4872 had tried every little trick in the book, used everything that he had learned in the time that he had spent with his mentor and gone through every intimidation tactic that was available to him and yet, he got nothing out of him. Obviously, the innocent front that the Rick had put up was completely fake – his nickname was Dirty Rick for a reason and his appearance practically spelled out that he was shady. However, there was no way for Morty to get the information that he wanted. Not even bribing seemed to work. "So you are done here?" Rick K-4872 asked for confirmation again. "I'm at my ropes end here, Rick! I'm sure the guy does know something, but I just can't make him spill the beans!" the boy almost shouted in his frustration. He didn't want to leave yet. Not until he had done his investigation of this Rick properly. However, he also couldn't whip out a gun at this place and demand answers from him. He'd be kicked out by the security and probably even arrested because owning an unauthorized gun at the Citadel was illegal and the only Ricks and Mortys who were allowed to carry weapons were the police force and the military. So, he saw no chance to proceed here. There was nothing left for him to try. He really hit a dead-end this time… "Okay, I get it. You're donesies." Rick said and stood up straight. Morty wanted to protest that they couldn't just leave like this, but to his surprise his grandfather and mentor didn't move to leave, but started to walk in the direction of the counter where he had just come from. Without looking back at his grandson, he said, "I know, I said that I'll let you handle the entire investigation and I wouldn't intervene with it, but it looks like a Morty can't get any further than this…" '…so we have to use other methods now. Rick methods.' He continued to think as he approached Rick D-9. Morty could only look with wide eyes as his mentor talked with the suspect and they seemed to go along pretty well if Dirty Rick's laughs were any indication. His grandfather then came back and without another word left. Morty followed quickly behind him as he noticed it. "W-what did he say? Could you find something out?" he stuttered while trying to keep up with the other's long strides. Still not answering, Rick leaned against the wall at the far corner of the Morty Games building and lit a cig. This attitude confused Morty and he decided to give his grandfather a little more time to answer. However as he noticed that he wouldn't get one and Rick only calmly continued to smoke, he got irritated. Just as he wanted to shout something at his mentor, Rick stood straight once again, looked back to the entrance and threw his half-smoked cigarette to the floor before vanishing around the corner. Following the other's gaze, he could see that Dirty Rick was approaching them, but he completely ignored Morty and also vanished around the same corner. The boy's eyebrows drew together and he also followed the men, not wanting to be left out of the action. The action was already going on though as he came around the corner and saw how his Rick had pushed the other against the wall and held him up by the scruff of his shirt. "I hope you can give us the information we want now?" Rick K-4872 asked, his face so close to the other that their noses were almost touching as he glowered. "W-wat? I-I dunno a'thin, buddy. R-really." Rick D-9 said, lifting up his hands in a defensive motion and putting on a fake smile again. "Fine. If you don't wanna talk, I guess I'll just have to make you!" With those words, he was starting to beat the living daylights out of the other Rick. Morty was shocked at what unfolded before his very eyes. He had never seen his grandfather look as menacing as that and this and his violent behavior actually scared him. Usually his grandfather was so calm and calculating – the perfect example of being in complete control of himself – so it was really unnerving to see him act like this. In the darkness and solitude of the little alley, no one would come to Dirty Rick's rescue and all three people present knew it. That's why Dirty Rick eventually gurgled out a little response that sounded like "S-stop… I'll tell ya…" "Oh, so you do know something now?" Rick K-4872 spat and stopped beating up his victim, but still held onto the scruff of his now bloody shirt. "I a'mit it. I've work'd fur Rick A-66, but I swear I only sold thems drugz once and I dunno where'z he at now!" "What?! That's not what I wanted to know! I want to know about the Mortys!" Dirty Rick looked slightly disoriented for a moment, but as the other raised his fist again, he started to speak up. "Okay—okay! I'll tell ya. We get te Mortyz from Day Care. It'z te onez that're assigned to Boot Camp trainin 'cause dat way we can beat t'o birdz wiz one stone." He hastily answered. Rick K-4872 looked irritated "What do you mean with that?" "I mean dat they're get theirz trainin and we have Mortyz dat we can lend out fur te battlez. But dun tell no one dat you had thiz from me." Dirty Rick knew that his boss would have his head if he knew that he just leaked out confidential information. This wasn't exactly something that anyone should really find out about… Dirty Rick was drawn out of his thoughts by a kick in the crotch. "That's not what I wanted to know! I wanted to know about the Morty sex trafficking. I don't care how far you're involved in that shit, I just want names or addresses. Just spill it already!!" Rick K-4872 wondered if he was trying to take him for some kind of schmuck. Why would he want to know where Morty Games got the Mortys that they were lending out for the tournaments? Unless those were further sold off to any brothels that information was completely irrelevant to him. "I dunno a'thin 'bout dat." Dirty Rick answered. Apparently that was the wrong answer because Rick K-4872 started to beat him up again, hitting with such a force that he nearly broke bones despite their special metallic coating, which made them sturdier. Ricks got those enhancements for a reason… Morty winced as he watched, but didn't dare to intervene. After all, he was the one, who wanted that information and if this was the only way to make that Rick talk then he wouldn't stop his grandfather. After the sound of some cracking – definitely the enhanced bones – Dirty Rick gurgled out another response again. "You remember something now?!" Rick K-4872 yelled as he stopped hitting his victim again. "List'n! I really dunno a'thin 'bout thez Morty kidnappinz!" Rick D-9 whimpered. Just as the other lifted his fist again, he quickly added, "B-but I can tell ya sum interestin information that mighta help ya find te culprit." "And what information would that be?" the glasses wearing Rick asked, not looking convinced. "It'z about te owner of Morty Inc. Pretty sure he'z got sumthin to do wiz it. Ya'll think so, too, after I'll tell ya wat kinda guy he iz…"

Bonus: In dimension C-899, a certain Jellybean was hiding behind some bushes. He wore a yellow baseball cap and other Morty merchandise. How he came here or why he was even still alive was something that no one could answer… "Hehehe. I've heard that a naked Morty was running around in this dimension." He whisper-talked and rubbed his hands together in glee. As soon as he had heard of that he had come to this dimensions and been lurking in the hopes of catching that Morty. He perked up as he heard sounds of running and got ready to jump out of the bushes to surprise the Morty. Just as something moving came into sight, he leaped up and tried to catch it. The Mortaion Morty screeched as someone jumped in her way and she bashed and kicked her (attempted) assaulter. After her opponent was on the ground, she stomped over him and continued to run while still trying to cover up her exposed body. Mr. Jellybean laid in a heap on the ground. His sticky green blood was pooling around him and his body was dotted in blotches of black and blue from all the bruises he received. The candy-like creature looked thoroughly crushed and bashed in and didn't move anymore…

AN: Lame bonus, I know. But take it as a little homage to the now removed Mr. Jellybean in the game.

Part 11 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

oneshot

Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

oneshot

Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

oneshot

Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

oneshot

Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

oneshot

Part 12 of Entricked Fates: The Mortys and their Stories

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 2: Shadow Morty

AN: Again, please read chapter 3 of "The Lines between Ricks and Mortys" first. The backstory of Shadow Morty. Warnings: violence, gore, character death, angst, misunderstandings (it's not a happy backstory)

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 2: Shadow Morty He was looking around, not knowing where he was. He wasn't even sure if he knew who he was. Everything was such a blur – happened so long ago – the memories having almost faded completely… "C'mon, Morty. Try harder!" he could hear a voice from not very far away. Morty. He recognized that name. That was his name, wasn't it? Yes, his name was Morty. He remembered. "C'mon, Morty. It won't take long. We're just gonna be in and out. Half hour tops." The voice of an old man told him excitedly. The man was dragging him to a weird vehicle, which looked like it was made out of trashcans and other garbage. He got into the passenger seat and buckled up while the other sat down in the driver's seat and started the car. With an abnormal familiarity, Morty watched through the windshield how they ascended into the sky and soon left earth's atmosphere to travel through the vastness of space… Morty was drawn out of his memory as he heard a voice that sounded like it belonged to him. Yet, he wasn't the one that was talking. It came from over where he had heard the voice of the man before. "No. Can't we just stop? I don't want to do this anymore, Rick." Rick… that name was also familiar… Yes, it was that man's name. The man from his memory. His grandfather. Yet, while nothing inside that memory gave him a bad association with that man, the name caused feelings of anger, of hatred and… of betrayal. Unbeknownst to the specter, his white eyes had changed their color to a bright, dangerous red. They ran. Something had gone wrong. Red lights were blinking and a siren sounded – an alarm. And they both ran. Rick and he. They were followed by creatures – aliens – that were armed and shooting at them. He wasn't exactly sure what happened then, but he heard Rick murmuring a curse and then he was shoved to the side, landing in some sort of alcove. "Stay there!" was all that his grandfather had said. Then Rick changed directions and ran another way and he could only look after his grandfather's retreating back as he left him behind. He had abandoned him… he had abandoned him so he could safe his own skin! Ricks were selfish bastards who thought that Mortys were replaceable and only cared about themselves!! An inhuman screech erupted from Shadow Morty and he charged at the image of his grandfather. "What the fuck?! No nO NO! WAIT!!" the Rick yelled in surprise. Nothing he said stopped the specter though. The Rick's Morty only screamed in horror as he watched his grandfather being lifted up in the air by shadowy limbs that looked like tendrils and then was ripped apart. Shadow Morty crushed the body of the scientist till it was nothing more than an unrecognizable, bloody lump of flesh. His eyes returned to their glowing white and as he looked over to his mirror image, he saw that the boy had fainted. The specter didn't pay him any mind. He had to do something. Look for something. Right. He was looking for something, but what was it again? He kept looking at the unconscious Morty who laid still and unmoving on the ground, hovering over him. Of course, he didn't want to be left behind. Did Rick think that he could just leave Morty here possibly as a distraction for those aliens who had been chasing them? He would have none of that. Morty scrambled to get to his feet and tried to dash after Rick. However, he didn't get very far. It was probably very stupid of him to not check first because he ran practically in the hands of the aliens. He was shot – first in the shoulder then in his legs – and he stumbled to the ground. The aliens didn't seem to be ones for taking prisoners because instead of arresting him, they just continued to shoot as he laid on the ground and they stood over him. He had died, hadn't he? There was no way that he could have survived that… Shadow Morty looked down on himself. He was nothing more than a floating shade. He had no physical form just swirling shadows that somewhat resembled the form that he used to have when he was still a living, breathing human being. "M-my body…" Where was it? Where was his body? Maybe if he found it something could still be done. He didn't know what though. Was he hoping that he could just go back into his body and be alive again? Or, did he think that he would be able to pass over to the afterlife or whatever was supposed to be there after you died? He didn't know. Wasn't sure what to expect. But he wanted to find his body – needed to find it! So, he hovered away again, leaving the mangled corpse of a Rick and his fainted Morty behind as if they meant nothing. As if nothing of what had happened back then mattered. Because it simply didn't matter. And still it wasn't just his body that he was looking for. Whether he was aware of it or not, he was also seeking out Rick – his Rick. Not necessarily to rip him into pieces like he had done with the other Rick, but to ask him. 'Why? Why did you abandon me?'

Of course, Morty couldn't know. Didn't know that his grandfather hadn't abandoned him. Not back then and also not now. Somewhere far off was a Rick. A dead Rick. His ghost was sitting in a corner, clutching at a photograph of his grandson. "Don't give up, Morty… I know that you can make it… at least you must survive… be better than me, Morty…" he mumbled over and over again. He was aware of the fact that he was dead. But he didn't care about that. His thoughts were all with his Morty of whom he hoped that he had made it out alive. He wasn't aware of how much time had passed since then. Not aware that his grandson hadn't made it that day. Rick had been running together with Morty from the Alferians. They were pretty pissed off because they had just tried to steal a compound that Rick had needed as a source of energy for a new weapon that he wanted to make. Of course, something had to go wrong and his grandson had successfully triggered the alarm with one clumsy move of his. So, they were trying to escape from the building, the armed aliens right on their heels and shooting at them. Rick wasn't stupid. He knew that the Alferians would shoot to kill. If they would get to them, they wouldn't hesitate to kill them on the spot. They just needed to get to the ship before that happened. Rick saw that a shutter opened at the side and knew that more Alferian soldiers were just waiting to charge at them and they wouldn't be able to get passed them even though this way was the direct escape route. Cursing under his breath, he realized now that there was probably no way for both of them to escape – not alive. So, he made the only choice that felt right to him at this moment. He grabbed Morty's arm and shoved him into a small alcove on the side. If the Alferians would follow him, they would probably not see the boy as long as he stayed put and then after they were gone, he could flee. So, he ordered Morty to stay there, hoping he would understand the plan without him having the time to explain it to him as he dashed back and around another corner, trying to lure all their enemies at once after him. He had to keep it up long enough till his grandson could make it to the ship and out of here. Trying to grasp at all the straws that he had, he fumbled for his portal gun and hoped that he somehow would be able to put a far enough distance between himself and his followers so that he could open a portal and escape to safety. And then maybe even back to the ship if Morty hadn't started it up yet. However, at the rate this was going he saw no chance when to use it. The plasma bullets that were shot from the Alferian riffles rained through the air and several kept grazing his arms and shoulders, but Rick wasn't willing to give up. Only after one shot pierced through his chest did he start to stumble. It slowed him down and so more shots were able to hit their target. More and more bullet holes appeared, the blood staining his white lab coat, blue sweater and brown slacks. Rick still tried to push himself, but he already knew that he was done for. The only thing that he could still do was to try to buy as much time for Morty as he possibly could. One of the stray bullets eventually hit his portal gun, destroying the green bulb on top of it. With that his last hope, his only chance of escape had been shattered and his fate was sealed. Finally, he collapsed on the ground and the Alferians went in for the kill, surrounding and shooting mercilessly at the unmoving human. Then green portals opened all of sudden around the squad of Alferian soldiers and in a mess of blasts, the aliens were all shot down. Rick Guards had emerged from those portals and began to check the Rick's corpse. "Confiscate his broken portal gun." One who seemed to be of a higher rank ordered. After the Citadel detected an anomaly in space-time thanks to the destroyed portal gun, his unit had been immediately dispatched to take care of the problem. As he looked around the area, he quickly noticed that something was clearly amiss. Addressing a small squad of four guards, he ordered. "You go and look for his Morty. He must be somewhere around here still." While the Rick Guards dutifully swarmed out to look for the boy, the rest of the soldiers started to drag the Rick's body through a portal to later dispose of him. It was the purpose of the Citadel of Ricks to ensure the safety of all Ricks throughout the multiverse and as such, it was also their task to make sure that no information about Rick-related technology would ever spread to third authorities especially not to the Galactic Federation. That was the reason why they had to clean up this scene thoroughly. Also, they would pick up the Mortys of dead Ricks so that they could put them into the reassignment program so other Ricks who had lost their Morty could get a new one. "What a mess…" commented the Rick Guards that had finally found the Morty that they were supposed to be looking for. They stood around the bloodied corpse looking with little to no affection down on it. Who knew how many dead Mortys they had already seen throughout the time that they served in the Citadel's Military. Since they knew that they weren't supposed to leave any evidence behind, they opened a portal and also dragged the Morty's body through it to later dispose of it. He would not receive a proper burial as he would have deserved, but more likely just a quick trip to the incinerator before they would throw his ashes into the dimension where the Citadel dumped all its trash. The guards couldn't know that someone was still looking for it…

At first when he came to, Morty didn't know where he was. He couldn't even retell for a moment who he was or what he had just done a moment ago. A loud yelp escaped him as he looked down and saw the bloody body of a boy. 'That's me.' He realized after a few seconds of staring in shock. It was only then that he noticed that he was floating above his own corpse. He took in the sight of his translucent body – a form that was not really physical, but looked exactly as he did when he was still alive, albeit completely see-through now and lacking his feet and legs. Not that he needed those seeing as he was just floating above the ground without the need to touch it in order to move around. He then recalled what had happened. The aliens got him and shot him. That was the last that had happened. But what was before that? He had been running and then been shot, but why did he run? Why did he not see the aliens who were able to hit him then? Right, he was running after someone. "Rick!" Ghostly Morty looked around in a panic, trying to remember in which direction he had seen his grandfather run off. Even if he was dead now, he still needed to find him. Maybe he wouldn't be able to fix him – Rick had said before that he can't cure death – but at least he wanted an answer from him. He wanted to know how he could just abandon him like that. And he wanted Rick to know what had happened to him. Wanting to weigh down on that little bit of conscience that must be somewhere inside the old man with the fact that Morty was dead now because of him. Because of his actions. And so Morty floated off, trying to look for Rick. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to find him – not in time anyways. Eventually, he gave up and decided to just suck it up and return to his body to pass on or whatever. What did it matter that he'll let Rick know what had happened to him? The scientist probably wouldn't even bat an eyelash. He could just imagine that uncaring face before he would be off to the Citadel and just get himself a new – a living – Morty. Even though it kind of hurt to think about it – though he couldn't pinpoint where exactly it hurt since he didn't have a physical body that could feel pain anymore – he knew that it was the truth. That was just how Ricks were in the end and why should he think that his Rick was any different from that. He managed to find the hallway that he passed after he left his body behind, but when he came to the spot— "It's gone!" His body was gone. There was only a large puddle of dried blood, the only proof that he was indeed at the right place and didn't just confuse locations. But how could that be? His dead body couldn't have just stood up and walked away.

Someone must have taken it!

Frantically he looked around, but couldn't find any trace of who had taken his corpse away or where it was taken to.

He had been wandering around the place, killing all the aliens that he had encountered on his way in hopes of them getting frightened enough of him to return his missing body, but he had no such luck.

He kept wandering through the building, all over the planet, through the universe, even moved between dimensions somehow.

And the more he wandered aimless through space and time, the more he started to loose of himself.

He started to lose his memories – slowly, one by one without him even noticing – and his ghostly appearance started to fade away to a mass of shadows.

Shadows that had been fueled by his disappointment in his Rick, the anger he felt from having been abandoned and left to die alone, the hopelessness of not being able to find what he was looking for.

In the end, he was merely a shadow of his former self, wandering forever lost through the dimensions until he would find something that did not exist anymore.

Part 12 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 1

Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

oneshot

Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

oneshot

Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

oneshot

Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

oneshot

Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

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Part 11 of Entricked Fates: The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys

Chapter 1

Chapter 2