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      Published: 2016-04-07 Chapters: 29/? Words: 6243
****** A Very Mari Month-of-Sin ******
by mariachiMushroom
Summary
     My collective entries for the 2016 Rick and Morty Month of Sin.
Notes
     I set myself the goal of posting "something" a day for the Month of
     Sin. I missed the last few days, but here's what I got. Since I was
     going for more "quantity" than "quality", some of the entries are
     quite ... minimal, but there's over 7k of RickMorty for your perusal
     here.
***** Nightmares *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Rick dream-hops and fights off Morty’s nightmares
Chapter Notes
     The start of "Fluff Week." I actually don't like fluff that much, so
     I twisted all these cutesy prompts into the angstiest shit I could
     imagine. Enjoy!
Morty twisted in his sheets, wrapping his body in cloth like the skin of a
cocoon. Rick placed a hand on his brow, feeling the slick sweat. Recently, the
boy had turned into a sleep-deprived zombie during their adventures, and Rick
was damned if he was going to lose another shipload of smuggled arms because
Morty couldn’t keep his eyes open to shoot straight.
Rick settled into a comfortable sitting position on Morty’s bed and placed the
Dream Inceptor into his ear. There was a brief moment of disorientation, and
then Rick found himself standing in a metal corridor resembling the Galactic
Federation bank vault he’d raided last week. He could hear the tap-tap of
running feet coming from ahead; probably Morty being chased by some nightmare
monster.
Each step forward felt like wading through molasses, the dream air resisting
his every movement. The hallway in front of him stretched longer and longer.
Well, fuck this stupid dream physics bullshit. Rick pulled out his portal gun
and teleported himself to the T-junction at the end of the corridor.
Right on cue, Morty ran screaming past him, too busy escaping to notice his
rescuer. Rick tightened his hand around his ray gun, jumped out to ambush the
monster-
Only to come face-to-face with himself.
***** Sleep *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Morty sleeping in Rick’s bed
The sheets still held Rick’s scent. Morty burrowed into the unwashed-and
frankly, kind of disgusting-bed, breathing deeply, as if to taste Rick again.
Why?
His mind traced the possibilities until he fell asleep.
***** Beach *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Beach Day!
“Look what I caught, Rick!” Rick lifted his head from the tangle of wires and
metal he was messing with to glance at Morty’s offering. It looked kind of like
an Earth fish, if an Earth fish had two tails and fifty eyes.
“Good work, Morty!”
“Y-you think it’s safe to eat?”
“Sure.” It would probably give them intestinal parasites, but that was the
least of their worries.
“I’ll put it on the food pile then.” Morty piled up a bunch of driftwood while
Rick returned to his task. “Hey, uhh, Rick, when are you going to be done
fixing the portal gun? I-I mean, Mom and Dad are probably really worried about
us, a-and if I miss any more school, I’m gonna have to take summer classes.”
“Y-you worry too much, Morty, i-it’s a beautiful day on a beautiful beach, the
water’s warm and the dominant predators are nocturnal. Get out there and, I
dunno, tan or make sandcastles. Think of it like a vacation!”
“O-okay, Rick. I’ll just go-go beach combing! Yeah, that’s right. Maybe I’ll
find a shell that Jessica will like ...” Rick kept up fiddling with the
remnants of his portal gun until Morty was safely out of eyesight. Then, and
only then, did he let his hands drop to the ground.
It was pointless, fixing the portal gun’s chassis. The real magic was in the
dimensional plasma, and, unless this planet had a secret store of Time-tanium,
he couldn’t make any more. They were stuck on this idyllic shore, a fool of a
genius and the kid dumb enough to trust him.
All Rick could do now was protect Morty’s hope.
***** Fight *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Rick taking care of Morty after a fight
“You shouldn’t have tried to take him out alone.”
“I-I couldn’t help it! H-he was saying stuff about you, about us, i-it makes me
wanna-uhrg!” Morty slammed his fist on the table he was sitting on, making the
beakers rattle. Rick kept dabbing at Morty’s bleeding face as if the outburst
had never happened.
“Everything he said was true. I really do ‘bend you over and fuck you like a
girl.’”
“But-but he said it in front of everyone! P-people laughed at me.”
“Y-you shouldn’t care so much about ‘people’, they’re idiots, sheep, y-you
don’t need their approval.”
“But I-I can’t be like you. I’m not smart, I-I can’t force people to respect me
by pulling some invention out of my ass to save the day. I want-I want
friends.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” Rick finished taping gauze over Morty’s scrape. “You have
me, and you’re not even grateful.”
“I’m sorry. Th-thanks for fixing me up.”
“No problem. Now, I think what you need is a relaxing, peaceful Ball Fondlers
marathon…”
***** Soundtrack *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Morty listening to the Flesh Curtains whenever he is feeling
     down
Turn your hand into a fist
Get mad! Rise up!
It’s time to resist!
A young Rick’s voice screamed into Morty’s ear as the boy distracted himself
from his remedial math worksheet. On a whim, Morty had searched “Rick Sanchez”
on the intergalatic internet. He was expecting to find some newspaper articles,
maybe an arrest warrant or two, but not a discography. Apparently, Rick had
been in a punk rock band called “The Flesh Curtains”, along with Bird Person
and Squanchy. That explained why Rick was so willing to open his house to that
muppet public masterbator.
He wasn’t able to find any downloads online. Apparently, the music had been
banned by the Galactic Federation for being “seditious,” whatever that meant.
When Morty brought it up to Rick later, Rick had groaned and acted like it was
an embarrassing memory, yeah, sure, he’d been in a band when he was younger,
what was he thinking, that music could change the universe? But Rick
begrudgingly converted one of his old LPs to mp3 so Morty could listen whenever
he wanted.
Young Rick’s lyrics were clumsy, but incandescent with feeling. He made
demands, angry, and tinged with a manic desperation. He’d pour so much of
himself into his throat that his voice would crack. Young Rick didn’t sing. He
screamed to anyone who would listen.
If you’re not with us
You’re with them
Run all the bugs
Out of the system
Let your voice out as a scream
Don’t turn yourself into a machine!
“Don’t turn yourself into a machine,” Morty sang along under his breath as he
wrote down the answer. On to the next question.
***** First Kiss *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: First Kiss
It tastes like blood.
***** Held *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Rick and Morty asleep in each other’s arms
The TV in the living room was still on when Beth came back from her emergency
shift at the hospital. Her father and her son had fallen asleep on the couch,
draped over each other. They looked so peaceful, she didn’t want to ruin the
moment by insisting Morty sleep in his own bed, even though it was a school
night.
Wasn’t it wonderful how well Rick and Morty got along? Morty rested his head on
Rick’s chest, with Rick’s lanky arms wrapped protectively around him. They were
so close, they almost looked like-
Lovers.
Beth took a step back. No, that was ridiculous! It was absurd, the possibility
that Rick and Morty were sexually involved. She was just jealous of all the
attention Rick paid Morty, after having abandoned her for so long.
But wasn’t it strange, how a man who railed against the institution of families
spent so much time with his grandson? Morty’s neck was tilted to the side, a
mouth-shaped bruise peeking out from under his shirt collar. Rick’s hand were
tucked under Morty’s shirt, palm on warm belly.
It was late. She was tired and not thinking straight. Beth turned off the TV
and headed to bed, pouring herself a nightcap on the way.
Everything would make more sense by morning.
***** Independence *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Rick gets hurt on an adventure, Morty needs to handle things
     himself
Chapter Notes
     Angst Week! But I wrote more fluff than anything else. YOU CAN'T TELL
     ME HOW TO INTERPRET THESE PROMPTS, MOM.
“I-I never knew you had it in you, kid,” slurred Rick. He stumbled forward, his
hands the only thing keeping his guts inside his body.
“Keep going, we’re almost to the ship!” said Morty, with one supporting his
grandpa and the other shooting at the Federation patrols. “Almost-there-” The
ship’s lights blinked on as Rick approached scanning range.
“Begin protocol: Keep Rick Alive,” the ship said. Several metal graspers pulled
Rick and Morty into the ship, as a web of lasers chopped everything in the
surrounding hundred meters into inch-sized cubes. On the inside, the two were
forcibly strapped down as the ship shot into space.
“We made it, Rick!”
“Speak for yourself, Morty, I like my organs to be inside me, that’s why
they’re called ‘internal’ organs,” Rick jacked down the seat until he was lying
horizontal. “T-the operating kit is in the left seat compartment.” Morty handed
Rick a white box. Rick took out a hypodermic needle and stabbed it into
himself. “Oohh, yeah, that’s the good stuff.”
“A-are you gonna be alright, Rick?”
“Yeah. I-I just gotta hold it together until we get back to my lab. Heh. Hold
it together. Get it? Because I got cut open-”
“Oh my god.” Morty sagged into his seat. “I-I thought you were gonna die.”
“Hey, I’m not dying today, a-and that’s all thanks to you, Morty. You’re my
little buddy, my little helper pal, y-you didn’t let me down today.”
“Gee, thanks Rick.”
“Once I get better, let’s see about getting you some better guns…”
***** Coupon *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Morty gives Rick a Replacement Morty coupon
For Rick’s birthday, Morty handed him a card envelope.
“W-what’s this?” Rick grumbled as he opened it. The kid didn’t have much money,
but he was holding out for an icecream gift card. Between the fold of a
supermarket card was a slip of paper.
“One Free Replacement Morty-hey, w-what’s the big idea?” Morty fidgeted.
“I-I saw the way you looked at those other Mortys on the Citadel, a-and-”
“Morty-no, I didn’t mean-”
“And I thought, how do you feel about being the meat in a Morty sandwich?”
That kid was going to be the death of him.
***** No Kiss Zone *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Rick tries to kiss Morty but Morty denies him
“Hey, babe, gimme some sugar,” a drunken Rick drawled. Morty fended off Rick’s
swipes.
“No, not now, Rick! It’s almost my turn!” The two of them were hiding behind a
rack of clothes backstage. Chris Lee was halfway through his piano solo and
Morty still needed to tuck the rest of the silk scarves into his pants in
preparation for his magic act.
“Aww, come on, Morty, I can show you a little trick of my own.” Rick’s hardness
pushed against Morty’s cummerbund. “Wanna see a dick disappear?”
That was the final straw. Morty pulled out the rope of silks, tied them around
Rick’s hands, and kicked him into the clothes rack. After the crash, a deadly
silence came from stage. Morty knew he’d get hell from Chris later for
disrupting his performance, but right now, he was more concerned with getting
through his act without embarrassment.
“A-and stay down, Rick,” said Morty, stepping on his erection for emphasis. “I-
If you keep quiet, I’ll give you a private show later, okay?”
Rick was only too happy to wait.
***** Drunk *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Morty gets drunk after a bad adventure
His mouth burned as much as his eyes.
***** The Last Straw *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Rick accidentally hurts Morty
“Twenty percent right, as usual, Morty.”
“I’m gonna find some fuel and take a biiig fat Morty. That’s my new word for
for shit because of today’s events.”
“Hey, Morty, you know the difference between this braindead, gibbering Monoxan
monkey and you? The color scheme!” Rick laughed at his own private joke, while
Morty shoo’ed away the obnoxious alien hanger-on.
“Y-you know, I’m sick and tired of you always putting me down, Rick, always
telling me I’m no good and not smart. I-I mean, why are you even bringing me
along with you if you think I’m so useless, i-is it just to make you look
smarter? Is that it? Y-you can’t be alone with yourself for ten minutes without
having someone to shove in the dirt. Well, that’s it. I quit!”
“You can’t quit, Morty, there’s people counting on us to deliver this payload-”
“Who? Terrorists? Assassins? T-the only thing you care about is your wallet and
abusing your liver. I’ve had it! Y-you can drag around my body for all I care.”
“Fine. You know what? You win. I’ll dump you back in your room, safe and sound,
free to play video games or jerk off or whatever. I’ll never bother you again.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah, sure. There’s plenty of Rickless Mortys out there, ripe for the
abducting.”
***** No Homo *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Homophobia by either Rick or Morty
Sometimes, Rick regretted telling Morty that the only way to avoid being
bullied was to find another victim. From a practical perspective, it made
sense. If the school’s administrators were incompetent enough to let bullying
happen, it would be an uphill battle to change the culture to something
gentler. Easier to just climb the the social hierarchy and reap the rewards.
“Hey, Morty, lets go.”
“H-hold on, Rick, I’m not done yet.” Morty turned back to the skinny boy
trembling underneath him. He planted a foot in his stomach, dirtying his tight
shirt. “Y-you’re lucky I’m busy, faggot. But if I catch you staring at my ass
again, y-you’re gonna wish you were never born.” Morty spat in the boy’s face.
“Okay, Rick, I’m done.”
Of all the monsters Rick had created, this was his worst.
***** College *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Morty leaves for college
“Backupsmore is a fine college, Morty, some real geniuses have come from
there!” said Jerry, as Morty sorted through his college admissions letters.
“You’re gonna have a great time, really expand your horizons. You know, I never
did get my degree, what with your sister’s birth and all. You’re gonna make us
proud!”
What did it say that his “reach” school was other people’s “safety”?
***** Phone Home *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Phone sex
Chapter Notes
     Smut Week! Things really start heating up around here.
“So, Rick, uhh, how’s prison?”
“Y-you don’t need me to tell you how prison is, i-it’s like Guantanamo and
Alcatraz had a baby and I’m the chewtoy. The only reason you can hear me now is
because of the nanobots I placed in your bloodstream, t-they can pick up sub-
vocalizations, I’m actually locked up right now.”
“Can you tell me where you are? O-or do they have you locked up too deep for
that?”
“Yeah, I’m in Quadrant 469932, Sector 36, i-it’s disguised as a bank. You can
sneak in as one of the fake money shipments they send in for food, rub yourself
with some dirt first, i-it’ll disguise you from the scent detectors.”
“O-okay, and what kind of security do they have?”
“Uhrg, if I tried to tell you, it would use up all my time, I-I can only talk
for five minutes so the guards can’t pick up my signal. But, don’t you worry
Morty, I’ll be whispering in your ear soon enough.”
“O-okay, take care, Rick.”
“You know the first thing I’m gonna do when I’m back?”
“What?”
“I’m gonna fuck your brains out, eat that ass until you’re sloppy wet and open.
Then I’m gonna slide my dick right in you, ram you so hard you’ll need crutches
for a week, gonna make you scream so loud—Aw crap, the guards are making a
round.”
The line cut out, leaving Morty with half a break-out plan and an uncomfortable
erection.
***** Don’t Hold Out on Me *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Desperation play/wetting
“H-how are you holding out, Morty, you look ready to burst.”
“I-I’m fine, y-you incontinent old man.” The two of them sweated and squirmed
on a rubber mat in a tiled area of Rick’s underground lab. As a masochistic
competition, they’d both downed a pint of water each and were now competing to
see how long they could hold it. Loser had to blow the other whenever, wherever
they wanted for a week.
Rick had to admit, Morty’s cute squirming was worth the stabbing pains in his
own bladder. The boy had stroked himself to hardness under the assumption that
it would be harder to piss with an erection, but each movement of his dick was
clearly paining him. Morty breathed heavily, fist clenched around his erection
like he could hold the piss inside.
“Y-you look like you’re running out of steam, think of how good letting it all
out would feel,” Rick crooned.
“I-I’m not going to lose, you’re gonna, gonna freeze time and make me blow you
at the dinner table.” Morty closed his eyes, saving his concentration for his
bladder. Rick saw an opportunity and took it.
“Haha, no, let go!” Rick shimmied his fingers up and down Morty’s sides,
drawing peals of laughter. Morty pushed Rick away, but it was too late. Water
gushed out of Morty’s half-hard dick like an upright hose, puddling beneath
him.
“I win! Score one for Team Rick!”
“No fair, you cheated!” Morty crossed his arms, pouting even as he pissed.
“No rules except first to piss loses. I-I’m claiming my prize right now.”
“Wait, now?” Rick stood over Morty and shoved his soft dick into his mouth. He
sighed in relief as he finally let go of his bladder, drowning his grandson
with waves of pungent urine.
“And you’d better swallow.”
***** Dress *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Crossdressing
“Look, Summer, your grandma mailed you this nice dress for your birthday,” said
Jerry.
“Uhrg, does she think I’m a teen mom? I’m not wearing that.”
“Summer! We raised you to be grateful.”
“You hardly raised me at all, Dad,” Summer spat with all the venom of a
teenager.
“Well, you’re gonna put it on so we can take a picture for the thank-you card.”
“You can’t control who I am!” Summer flung the dress on the couch and stormed
out of the room, Jerry following and lecturing her on traditional family
values. Beth was deeply invested in her bottle of wine, and Rick his whiskey.
That left Morty, sitting on the couch, trying not to look too hard at the
dress.
“I’m just gonna put th-the dress in Summer’s room,” said Morty, grabbing the
dress with both hands. “Just gonna leave it on her bed, y-you know, in case she
wants it back.”
“Fine, don’t break a wrist jerking yourself off, Morty,” said Rick.
“W-who said anything about jerking off? I-I’m just gonna give Summer her dress,
like-like a good brother.” Before Beth could add anything, Morty dashed
upstairs to his own room.
The dress was a shapeless tube with only a bit of elastic tightening it around
the waist, the cotton stamped with twee strawberries. Summer was right, it was
exactly the kind of dress that would stretch around a baby bump. But Morty
shucked off his shirt and jeans anyway and put it on, slipping it over his head
like an oversized T-shirt.
The dress fit like a sack on his small frame. The hem dragged on the floor and
both his shoulders were exposed. It was enough for Morty though. The soft
fabric brushed teasingly on his legs, his nipples, his hardening dick.
Simultaneously, he pulled down the top to pinch his nipples and hiked up the
bottom to stroke himself.
There was just something about dresses, the drapy fabric, the utter incongruity
between his stick figure legs and the cloth that was supposed to highlight
feminine curves. The cloth was scented floral, like Grandma had spritzed it
with some perfume, but his male stink was already soaking through. Morty rubbed
desperately, peaking. Just a little more—
“Woah, Morty, I was just joking about the jerking off.” At the sound of Rick’s
voice, Morty scrambled, pulling his dress over his erection.
“Y-you heard of knocking, Rick?”
“You heard of locks, Morty?” Rick loomed over him, waves of whisky breath
rolling over him. “Didn’t know you were into crossdressing.”
“I’m not, I-I just—”
“Like jerking off in a dress?” Rick slid his knee between Morty’s legs, just
like he would have if Morty really had been a girl. The fabric pulled taut over
his dick. Before Morty could reach down to relieve himself, Rick pinned both
hands to the bed.
“Rick, let go!” Morty whined, hips jerking up, dick leaving a wet spot on the
cloth. “I-I’m so close—” He squealed as Rick attacked a nipple with his mouth.
Morty tensed up, back arching, then collapsed, shivering. As he panted from his
hands-free orgasm, Rick mouthed in his ear.
“I-If you think cotton feels good, wait till you try silk.”
***** Taking a Break *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Sub Rick
“More to the left, no-no the right, higher!” Rick snarled, as Morty positioned
the metal sheet for him to weld onto the ship. Rick had been in a foul mood for
days, ever since he’d been out-maneuvered by the newest model of Gromflamite
tracking ships. A ship made of trash could only be so good, even if it had been
built by a genius. “Stop moving, you’re making the panels crooked!”
“I-it’s too heavy, I-I can’t hold it up anymore!” Morty’s overworked arms gave
out and the sheet fell to the ground, narrowly missing his toes.
“Morty! Give me that panel!”
“No, Rick, I’ve had enough, I’m through! W-we’ve been working non-stop, I-
I haven’t slept in two days!”
“This is more important than sleep! Y-you’re going to regret taking a nap when
you get shot full of holes because we didn’t reinforce the hull!” Rick dug a
handful of pills out of his labcoat, which Morty recognized from the beginning
of Rick’s manic building spree. Before Rick could swallow them, Morty tackled
Rick to the ground.
“That’s it, I’m staging an intervention! You need a break as much as I do, y-
you almost welded your hand to the door.” The two of them rolled around on the
concrete garage floor, but the days when Rick could just throw Morty off were
over. Morty had hit his growth spurt and gained thirty pounds, all bone and
muscle, so their bout ended with Morty sitting on top of Rick, grinning smugly.
“Get off, Morty,” Rick panted, shoving weakly at Morty’s abs.
“Y-you know, that’s something else I haven’t done in two days.” Morty caught
Rick’s arms and pinned them to his sides, using them to pull himself forward
and kiss Rick on the lips. He moved down to Rick’s neck, sucking off the sweat-
salt, relishing the way Rick groaned.
“G-god damn it, Morty, s-stop distracting me. I need to fix the ship, so-so we
can be safe-ah!” Morty bit down on the meat of Rick’s shoulder and ground his
crotch into Rick’s growing erection.
“Just relax, Rick. I’m driving.” When Morty leaned back to unbutton his pants,
Rick’s hands moved towards his dick. “Hold it!” Morty grabbed Rick’s hands and
pressed them together above his head. “K-keep your hands here.”
“Wow, lazy topping. Can’t be bothered to find rope, gonna make me do all the
work?” Though Rick complained, he still clasped his hands together.
“I-if you don’t stop talking, I’m gonna blow my load all over your face w-
without touching you at all.” Dick in hand, Morty scootched forward on Rick’s
torso until his knees were at Rick’s armpits. Rick lifted his head to lick at
Morty’s dick, but Morty pressed him down with a hand on his throat. “I didn’t
say you could taste.” Morty leaned forward, half-choking Rick while he stroked
himself. Rick stared at Morty’s dick with undisguised hunger, licking his lips
at the string of precome dripping down.
“Okay, Rick, stick out your tongue.” Morty wiped his tip clean on Rick’s
tongue. “S-see what you get if you’re good? You want more?” Rick nodded. Morty
tipped forward until his forearms were flat on the hard concrete and slid his
dick into Rick’s mouth. He pressed down until he was blocked by Rick’s throat.
“C’mon Rick, you can take me deeper than that. Yeah, that’s it,” Morty sighed
as Rick swallowed around him.
Morty fucked Rick’s mouth, jerking into the warm tightness of his throat,
allowing Rick only momentary snatches of breath before again gagging him with
his dick. Below him, Rick’s hands clenched, fingernails digging white moons
into the backs of his palms, but he never unclasped them.
“Ngh, Rick, gonna come, oh!” Morty spilled into Rick’s mouth, balls deep,
forcing Rick to swallow it all. When the pulses subsided, he pulled out. Rick
panted underneath him, eyes pleading. Morty traced a thumb along his tenderized
lips. “You want to come too?” Rick whined. “Go ahead.”
***** Roofied! *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Drunk sex/Drug induced sex
“Rick, a-are you okay?” Morty pulled Rick away from the tentacle monster he was
grinding on. Rick’s pupils were completely blown, a manic grin across his face.
“W-what do you mean, Morty, I feel great. Better than great, amazing!” He
whooped, louder than the booming club music around them. Morty snapped a photo
of his face, Rick wincing at the flash.
“Take a look at this.” Rick frowned when he saw what his eyes looked like.
“A-all I had was a few drinks, nothing that—wait a minute.” Rick set down his
half-full cup and pulled out what looked like an eyedropper with a screen in
the barrel. He sucked up some of his drink and the screen flashed red. “Aww,
shit, I got roofied!”
“Oh no, Rick, th-that’s terrible!” Some alien characters appeared on the
screen.
“It’s not anything too bad, what I got is just a standard party drug. Y-you
know, it’s on the menu here, maybe they didn’t wash out the jiggers well
enough.”
“Well, what does it do?” Rick scrolled through alien Erowid.
“Makes you happy, makes you want to move, oh, it says here that it works as an
aphrodisiac on some species. Makes you easy, is what I’m picking up.”
“Oh. So what are you feeling now?”
“I feel, uhrg, like I want to suck a million dicks. Just a huge, big ol’ conga
line of dicks right in my mouth.”
“Well, there’s one right here,” Morty patted his lap.
***** First Time *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: First time
“Oh, oh my god!”
“Shh, relax, Morty. You’re doing a good job.”
“Oh, fuck, Rick, I’m gonna come!”
“Just take a deep breath. Deep breaths. Calm down.”
“I just, mmm, you feel really good, Rick.”
“Yeah? How about now?”
“Shit!” Morty couldn’t help coming when Rick clenched around him, the hot
pressure around his dick making him burst into waves of ecstasy. He collapsed
into Rick’s chest, where he was pulled into a tight hug. “Fuck, I fucked up,
you’re laughing at me.”
“I can’t say I wasn’t expecting it.” Morty glared. “What, you’re like, 14. Y-
you’ve got plenty of time to learn. A-and you’ll be standing at attention in
five minutes anyway. Hey, I’ll wait for you.”
***** Tiny Rick! *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Super sensitive Tiny Rick
“Who’s the bigger man now, Tiny Rick?” Morty said, slamming into his de-aged
grandfather’s ass.
“Oh my god, Morty, don’t stop!” Tiny Rick whimpered, head thrown back. Old Rick
might have teased Morty for his perpetual horniness, but Tiny Rick was no
better than Morty, maybe worse since his body was so fresh and sensitive. The
first day, Morty had found him rolling around on the garage floor, rubbing his
nipples through the fabric of his shirt. But Tiny Rick wasn’t a blushing virgin
either; he still had Old Rick’s experience and willingness to fuck anything. In
short, he was a massive slut.
“Right there!” Tiny Rick rolled into Morty’s pounding, grabbed his back,
anything to get Morty deeper. In this moment, there was only heat and friction
and the movement of two bodies.
“Tiny Rick, I’m gonna come.”
“S-so am I, ah, fuck!” Waves of hot jizz spurted all over Tiny Rick’s chest.
Morty buried himself as deep as he could, pumping his seed into the warm hole.
He collapsed to the side, wrapping his body around Tiny Rick.
“So, break for ten?”
“You got it, Tiny Rick.”
***** Hole-some Family Fun *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Daddy Kink
Chapter Notes
     Aaaaaannnnd it's Kink Week!
“Who’s your daddy, Morty?”
“Aw geez, Rick, i-it’s weird enough that I’m fucking my grandpa, d-do you
really have to bring Dad into it?”
“W-why not? Incest, it’s fun for the whole family.”
***** Art *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Bondage
Rick couldn’t think of a sight more beautiful than a tied-up Morty. The half-
hour of prep work—tying a harness around his chest and hips, trussing his arms
and legs, running ropes from a hook in the ceiling, making sure the ropes had
at least two fingers of give—was worth every second to have Morty suspended at
the perfect fucking height, face up, legs open, his hole level with Rick’s
dick. What a marvel of engineering. Rick stepped back to admire the way the red
ropes bit into Morty’s skin, crossing his chest, holding up Morty like an
extension of himself. Morty’s body spun in a lazy circle, like a precious gem
on display.
“Rick, hurry up and fuck me!” Morty whined. He squirmed, thrusting his hips in
an attempt to get some friction from the bounce of his dick on his stomach.
This kind of prep work was torture for the teenage boy, whose only goal in sex
was to get off as soon as possible. He’d been hard from the moment the first
loop wrapped around his chest, but he knew better than to disrupt Rick when
working.
“What’s the hurry? M-maybe I’ll just keep you tied up like this for a while, t-
turn you into art. Wouldn’t you look good in the living room.” Rick ran a hand
up Morty’s side, stopping to tease his nipple.
“Rick!”
“A-all right, k-keep your pants on, heh.” Rick worked out the butt plug keeping
Morty’s hole stretched and ready, lining up his hardness with the slick
entrance. Using the boy’s legs as a handle, he lowered Morty onto his dick.
Morty’s ass swallowed him up hungrily, the boy dropping his head drop back and
moaning. “Christ, Morty, your slutty ass is swallowing me up like-like
Kobayashi at an all-you-can-eat buffet.”
“M-more, Rick, faster!” But Rick kept a deliberately slow pace, savoring each
inch of Morty’s tight ass. With his DIY sex-swing, Rick didn’t have to worry
about throwing his back or getting a cramp in his leg, just easy rocking. “Oh
my god, Rick, stop teasing me!”
“You really want to come?”
“P-please! I need it, Rick!”
“A-all right, babe, can’t say no to you.” Rick slammed deep into Morty, making
him squeak. Then he curled a hand around Morty’s pounding erection, stroking
quickly.
“Yes, yes!” Morty’s ass clenched around Rick as he stroked him mercilessly,
with the jackhammer pace the boy was used to. The boy’s dick hardened further,
his abs twitching. “Ah, fuck, Rick, I’m coming!” With a shudder, Morty emptied
his balls all over his chest, each contraction wrapping himself tighter around
Rick’s dick. When the last tremor finished, he sagged backwards, panting.
“You happy?”
“Yeah, Rick.” A dopey grin bloomed on his face. “Wow, that was, fuck.”
“All right, now it’s my turn.” Rick grinned maliciously. He noted the exact
moment when Morty realized Rick was still hard inside him and his euphoria
turned to horror.
“Wait, Rick, I-I just came—” Morty cut off with a gasp as Rick slammed into him
at a punishing pace, pounding his over-sensitive hole. “I-it’s too much!”
“T-this is what you wanted, y-you little slut. Y-your greedy ass is still
sucking me in,” Rick grunted, balls slapping against ass. As Morty writhed
against his bonds, Rick gripped his thighs tight enough for them to turn white,
for the tendons to stand out on his knuckles. Rick felt his balls tightening,
his own pleasure peaking—
And he stopped. Morty slumped in relief, only to lift his head up again when
Rick worked a finger into his hole alongside his dick.
“W-what are you doing?” To answer, Rick curled his finger up, right into his
prostate. Morty screamed. “Y-you’re killing me, oh my god, Rick!” His eyes
rolled into the back of his skull, showing possession-whites.
“Come on, babe, come for me.”
“I can’t!”
“Yes you can, show me what you got.” Rick rubbed Morty’s side while steadily
massaging his insides, the boy’s dick perking up again. “There you go, you’re
so close, you can make it.” Morty was only half-hard when he convulsed again,
abs twitching like they’d just been shocked, crushing Rick’s finger into his
dick. An eye-dropper of semen squirted onto his belly.
Morty was the picture of ruination: trembling, sweat-soaked, a slick mess
cooling on his stomach. Rick couldn’t be more proud if he was God himself,
lording over creation.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Morty.” Damp curls, muscles rippling, face
contorted in sweet agony.
“Really?”
“Y-you look like a painting, one of those Greeks, I’ll take a photo.”
“Don’t put that on facebook! I-I think Dad’s following me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, this is for me, you ol’ grandpa’s private spank bank.”
Rick snapped a photo. “You know, in photography, there’s this thing called the
‘Rule of Thirds.’”
“Huh? W-what are you talking about?”
Morty understood when Rick slid into him again.
***** Water sports *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Watersports
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Rick, a-are those condoms?”
“Yup, they were passing them out like candy at the clinic.”
“But y-you can’t hit kids with condoms! That’s like, public indecency or
something.”
“Heh, speaking of indecency, I put a special surprise in this one. Jerry is
not  going to like getting hit by one of these balloons.”
Chapter End Notes
     what's the surprise? It's a surprise!
***** Hot Pants *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Temperature Play
“Y-you know, when I said your ass was on fire, I meant it figuratively!”
***** Tentacles *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Tentacles
“So, which one of these tentacles is your dick?”
“All of them.”
***** Public Toilet #2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: Gangbang/Humiliation
Morty R-78, one of the many janitors on the Citadel, knocked on the door of
Public Toilet #2.
“Hello? Anyone in there?” No reply. Morty pushed open the door and propped it
open with a wedge of rubber. The odor of piss and shit and vomit was
eyewatering.
Public Toilet #2 appeared to be sleeping. His head drooped forward over his
chest, hair matted with crusty dried semen. Some enterprising artist had
painted “Thief” on his chest in feces, and curses and tally-marks were sharpied
all over his body.
When Public Toilet #2 had been human, he was known as Rick M-647, a stock
broker turned investment banker turned hedge fund manager. He claimed he’d
discovered a secret algorithm to beat the markets, promising dividends of over
200% to his clients, which included several high-ranking members of the Council
of Ricks. When they’d discovered his secret was nothing more than a Ponzi
scheme, the hammer of the Citadel justice system came down on him, stripping
him of all rights and turning him into a public facility, an object to be used
by anyone who cared to. So, everybody who had been cheated by the toilet
formerly known as Rick M-647 came to pay their disrespects.
Morty began by hosing down Public Toilet #2, the water turned brown by the time
it swirled down the drain. The cold water shocked Public Toilet #2 awake, and
he shivered as much as he could in his bonds. Unfortunately, you couldn’t
pressure-wash a living body, so Morty turned off the hose when the toilet was
soaked through and began wiping down the skin, scrubbing off the crusted feces
and piss stains. Some Janitor Mortys liked to scrub off the marker as well,
leaving a pristine surface to ruin again, but Morty R-78 thought it wasn’t
worth the effort. Rubbing alcohol dried out the skin, leaving cracks that could
then get infected. It was a point of pride for Morty R-78 that his toilets
lasted longer than anyone, which was probably why he was assigned the high-
profile cases.
Morty unlocked the cuff securing Rick’s left arm above his head and scrubbed
the area that had been hidden by the wall. Grime collected in every crack, and
rubbing it also helped restore blood circulation. Public Toilet #2 tracked
Morty with one eye, the other crusted shut, but knew better than to try and
escape after the first time with the taser. When Morty judged his arm
sufficiently clean, he locked the arm to a different cuff that stretched it
outright, cleaned the vein with rubbing alcohol, and inserted an IV drip.
While the bag of saline and nutrients emptied itself, Morty wiped down the rest
of the body, the other arm, the chest, the legs locked painfully to the wall.
Public Toilet #2 moaned behind his gag when sore muscles were exercised.
With the body taken care of, Morty shifted focus to the head. He wiped off the
crusted eye until it could blink open. The whites were streaked with angry red
threads, clearly infected, so Morty dripped a few antibiotic eyedrops in. Morty
unfastened the gag, a ring holding the mouth open so that anyone could dribble
some liquid inside.
“M-Morty—” The words were cut off by a toothbrush shoved into the mouth. Morty
had to add a little extra water so that he could work up a lather. He scrubbed
for the proscribed two minutes, then held up a glass of water.
“Sip. Spit.” A mouthful of foam fell into the bucket Morty held up. He didn’t
bother rinsing out a second time. Let the mint linger. Morty put a gag back in
Public Toilet #2’s mouth, a ball gag this time. He was losing too much water.
Morty lathered up a handful of shampoo and worked it into the blue hair,
dissolving the dried gunk keeping the strands in place. Tears dripped from the
corners of Public Toilet #2’s eyes, great suddering sobs wracked his body.
Morty resolved to be more careful with the soap next time.
There was one last thing left to clean. Morty placed a bucket underneath Public
Toilet #2’s ass and injected a plunger of saline solution into the abused and
bleeding anal cavity. As soon as Morty removed the plunger, the liquid gushed
out, clear with only clots of semen since every particle of food had long since
worked its way out of his digestive tract. Morty flushed the cavity two more
times until the liquid ran clear.
Morty pulled out the IV drip and put a waterproof bandaid over the pinprick
wound. He hosed down the toilet one more time until it was clean and dripping
and dried down all the surfaces with a rough towel, although streams of water
ran continuously down his face. Well, he’d done all that he could do.
“See you tomorrow,” said Morty R-78, shutting the door behind him.
***** IOU *****
To be released ...
***** Wax *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: “Sex tape”
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“On the count of three. One, two, three!”
Morty’s scream could be heard from two blocks away.
“Jesus Christ, Morty, don’t be such a baby. Check out these shiny balls.”
“I-I don’t know why I let you talk me into getting a bikini wax, I-I’m gonna be
walking funny all week!”
“Aww, lemme kiss it better.”
Chapter End Notes
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