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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith, Mr._Jellybean
  Additional Tags:
      rape_tw
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-08 Updated: 2017-04-03 Chapters: 8/? Words: 4107
****** Force ******
by tyronepines
Summary
     In an alternate dimension, Morty doesn't make it out of the stall.
     Major rape trigger warning
***** Rape Scene part 1 *****
Morty was dragged into the stall, the grip around his arm bruising. As he was
thrown down onto the toilet he let out a pathetic “Please!” only to have the
jellybean to yell at him to stop being such a fucking tease. Morty screamed as
he threw out his fist, hoping to stun Mr. Jellybean long enough to get out of
his hold but the elder easily caught his hand, twisting it around his back
until there was a sickening crunch.
He screamed out in pain, hot tears running down his cheeks as he was sure his
arm was now broken. His arm throbbed sharply as the jellybean continued to
twist it, causing Morty to cry out once more.
“Do that again and see what happens next,” Mr. Jellybean grumbled lowly into
his ear, finally dropping Morty’s arm. “Great now I have to work with a broken
toy. You shouldn’t be so difficult to use.”
“Please! J-J-Just let me go,” Morty whimpered desperately, wishing Rick would
come to look for him soon before Mr. Jellybean got any farther.
Morty screwed his eyes shut when he felt his hot tongue slide up his neck. He
could feel the elder’s breath on him, the smell of it sickly sweet, easily
making him sick to his stomach. Morty swallowed roughly, trying hard to keep
down his breakfast. His stomach was doing somersaults and the air around him
felt stuffy and tight, making it hard to breathe.
“S- Stop!” Morty screamed, tears still openly streaming down his face when he
felt Mr. Jellybean rip Morty’s shirt off of him. He didn’t have to open his
eyes to know that it was shredded to ribbons.
“You have my dick so hard, boy. I can’t wait to shove it in your mouth. Would
you like that?”
Morty violently shook his head, praying to whatever god there was that this was
just some fucked up joke, a nightmare, anything. His shoulders heaved with a
sob as he felt something warm push against his lips. He didn’t dare open his
eyes, not now, not when he was so close to some perverted stranger's dick.
“Bite down and I’ll make this worse for you.” was all Morty heard before he
felt the large cock being shoved into his mouth. Morty gagged, salty-sweet
taste too overwhelming to stand. Mr. Jellybean's cock hit the back of his
throat but that didn't stop him from thrusting in the rest of the way. Morty
choked, trying to cough around the dick that forced its way into his mouth,
only to cause his stomach to dry heave.
“Yeah that’s nice just like that. You like my huge cock choking you, slut?” Mr.
Jellybean groaned as he pulled out only to quickly thrust back in, not giving
Morty time to breathe.
Hours seemed to pass in Morty’s mind as he tried to block out his senses. He
felt as if time was looping, creating a never ending hell for him. Maybe this
was hell, Morty thought. Fuck, he was sure he certainly didn’t want to live
after this.
After what seemed like an eternity, he felt the elders come slide down his
throat. Morty’s eyes shot open in surprise, his vision tunneled from lack of
air. The world around him seemed to be spinning as he was forced to swallow.
Finally, the jellybean pulled out of his mouth with a sick pop.
***** Rape Scene part 2 *****
Morty sucked in air desperately, a fresh wave of tears hitting him. He felt so
gross, so used. 
“Oh look at that!” Mr. Jellybean practically sang out, “You’re hard. You liked
that didn’t you boy.”
Morty looked down at his crotch, not believing the elder, not even believing
his own eyes. He was hard. Completely.
He let out a sob. No, no. This was wrong, this was all so wrong. What just
happened was sick and disgusting and… he was hard from it all.
“Now come on, don’t be so upset. I’ll take care of that for you.”
Morty screamed as loud as he could, making his voice go hoarse. He wouldn’t let
this creep touch him. He wouldn’t.
Why did the bar have to be so loud? Or maybe this was a normal thing. Maybe he
wasn’t the first and everybody was just used to it now. But surely if Rick
heard him, he’d come to rescue him right?
Morty was ripped from his thoughts when he heard the front of his jeans being
unzipped. He kicked Mr. Jellybean as hard as he could, sobbing, causing the
elders face to grow dark as he wrapped a hand around Morty’s throat.
“Now you just have to go and make everything difficult, don’t you?” He shook
his head as he squeezed, cutting off Morty’s airway again, causing him to still
his legs in fear. “I’ll let you breathe once you come for me, got it? And,
well, if you die, nobody would care right? I mean you’re all used now anyways.”
The jellybean made quick work of Morty’s pants and underwear with his free
hand, all the while ignoring the clawing Morty was doing to his other. He
painfully grabbed onto his dick, just tightly holding it for a moment before he
quickly started getting him off.
Morty attempted to scream again, failing due to how tight the elder’s grasp
was. He could feel a sense of dread wash over him as his vision started to
darken once again, already struggling for the need to breathe.
He debated with himself internally, what would be better at this point. Dying?
Or quickly getting this over with? Coming so the sick freak would finally just
leave him alone. If he didn’t think about it, maybe he could quickly finish,
run, and have Rick kill this bastard.
A few moments later, he came all over Mr. Jellybean, practically forcing
himself to do so. The jellybean smiled before he dropped both his hands to the
side, taking one last long look at Morty before walking out and washing his
hands.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Rick watched as some type of jellybean man walked out of the bathroom. He had
noticed that Morty had been gone for a little longer than usual, much to Rick’s
annoyance. He didn’t particularly care what Morty was up to, but he had won
enough schmeckle for the poverty ridden town and he was starting to get
impatient. He rolled his eyes, thinking that Morty was probably just getting
off to the thought of how “great” he believed his adventure was going.
Groaning as he got up, Rick pocketed the money for the time being, trudging
over to the bathroom. He noticed the sobbing from the inside before he even
opened the men’s door.
“Great,” Rick muttered, not really wanting to deal with Morty blubbering about
how awful his adventure was going. But, on the bright side, he would have to
admit to him that Rick was right all along.
Rick walked in with a smirk, ready for the boy to say he wanted to go home. His
face immediately fell at the sight of him.
Morty was curled up tightly in the corner of a stall, his head buried into his
one of his arms as he cried. The other hung limply onto the floor, obviously
broken violently in half. Rick saw pieces of his torn up shirt lying everywhere
but on Morty himself. There was a strong smell of vomit, making it known to
Rick that Morty had very recently just thrown up all over himself, not
bothering to clean himself up.
“M-Morty?” Rick stared at him, unsure what to do or say, feeling conflicted.
“Morty w-what ha-aa-ppened?”
Morty jumped, his eyes quickly darting up to Rick.
“T-Take me h-h-home Rick. I w-want to go h-home.”
Rick nodded, reaching out his hand to help Morty up before saying “Let’s g-get
you cleaned up first, M-Morty. Y-You’re disgusting right now.”
He watched as the boy’s face fell at him words, letting out another sob.
“No, Mo-oo-rty. I m-meant the vomit a-all over you, Morty. I-It’s really fu-”
“H-He touched m-me Rick!” Morty yelled out, cutting him off.
“What the he-ee-ll are y- what are you t-talking about Morty?”
“Th-That- He-... He f-f-forced himself onto m-me!”
“Morty…” Rick stared at him, unsure what else to say as he watched the boy
tremble below him.
Without saying another word, he left the stall, hearing Morty cry out his name
in confusion from behind him as he grabbed some paper towels. As careful as
Rick possibly could, he cleaned the vomit off of Morty’s chin and chest as best
as he could before grabbing his flask and taking a huge gulp. Shoving it back
into his pocket, he cautiously picked up the small boy, careful not to hurt his
injured arm.
“W-We’re going home now, Morty.”
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     sorry all the chapters are so short heh
Back at the house, Rick injected Morty with some fluid from another dimension,
instantly healing Morty’s broken arm. Morty bent his elbow, making sure it
healed correctly before giving Rick a weary smile as a thanks. After a few
moments of comforting silence, Rick awkwardly spoke up.
“Morty, I want you t-to tell me wha-aat- Morty w-w-who did this to you?”
Morty stared down at his feet from where he was standing in front of Rick. He
didn’t want him to know, think he was used, and no longer want to be around
him. Or worse, he would take pity on him and not let Morty go on anymore trips
with him.
“M-Morty,” Rick spoke up again, sensing Morty’s reluctance to speak, “I… I k-
know I can kind o-of be… Well M-Morty, I’m not the m-m-most sensitive, but
please Morty, I need you to tell me w-what happened.”
After a few moments, Morty finally spoke, holding back sobs. “I-I-I… Mr.
Jellybean… He… I’m used n-now Rick! He used m-me! And… I… he… touched m-m-me.”
Rick stared at him, his face growing dark. That bastard was going to get it,
he’d make sure of that. The things that he’d put that damn jellybean through
for even thinking of putting his hands all over Morty…
“R-Rick?” Morty’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Rick, I think… I-I’m
gunna go shower.  C-Can you burn my clothes for me? I-I-I… Please? I d-don’t
want to wear th-this ever again and li-”
“Morty,” Rick stopped him from going on. “I underst-taa-nd. D-Drop them off in
m-my, in my room when you’re done. I-I’ll take care of them, M-Morty.”
“Th-Thank you, Rick.” Morty offered a small grin, glancing up at him.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Morty was back in the stall, confused as to how he got there. It seemed a lot
smaller than last time, making him want to hyperventilate. It took him a moment
to realize he was naked, but when he finally did it sent him into full panic
mode. He tried going for the stall door, which turned out to be shut and locked
tight. Morty then tried crawling underneath the stall walls only to find that
the space somehow shrunk, making it impossible for him to fit out.
“He-Hello? Is a-anyone out there?” he called out in a shaky voice. He had hoped
that maybe someone was there, anyone that could help him. He wanted to be
anywhere else but here.
After a few moments of dead silence ringing in Morty’s ears, the stall door
burst open which was now somehow unlocked. Morty screamed when he saw Mr.
Jellybean standing there, twice the size he was than last time.
“Hello, Morty. Are you ready to play again?” The jellybean stepped forwards
towards Morty, closing the small space that was in between them before kissing
Morty roughly.
“Mmp-! S-S-Stop!” Morty twisted his head away, gagging at the taste of the
elder. He shook, trying to ignore the thought repeating in his mind that that
was his first kiss. With the creep that forced his way into his mouth, thought
it was ok to touch him.
“Hey now, are you going you be difficult again? I’ll break both your arms this
time if I have to.”
Morty whimpered, backing up as far as he could.
“You’re such a nice view boy. Can’t wait to stick my cock into your tight
hole.” Mr. Jellybean moaned out at the thought. “Want me to go in dry boy?
Spread your ass and rip you open wo-”
Morty woke up, bolting upright. His yellow pjs were soaked with sweat and his
cheeks stained with tears. He was in bed, in his room. Home. It was just a
dream. A nightmare.
Morty slid off his bed, quietly walking out of his room. Not really sure where
he was going, he followed where his feet led him, not wanting to be alone. He
padded softly through the house, stopping outside of Rick’s bedroom door. He
hesitated, wondering if Rick would even care or would get pissed and yell at
him to go away. Deciding the hell with it, he opened the door, looking inside
only to find the room empty.
“Rick?” Morty called out his name. When he didn’t get a response he walked in
and curled up tightly on Rick’s bed. It smelt like stale sweat and alcohol and
some strange scent Morty could only place as ‘Rick’. He buried his nose into
his pillow and breathed in Rick’s scent, the smell comforting to him. It
reminded him of home, Rick; someone he trusted with his life, someone who took
care of him.
The sound of someone entering the room jostled him from his thoughts. He sat
up, looking over at the doorway and spotted Rick who looked strangely sober for
the first time in a long time. Their eyes locked for a few moments before Morty
couldn’t hold back his emotions anymore. They all came rushing to him at once,
forcing a quiet sob out of his mouth.
“R-Rick…”
“Morty it’s ok. I took care of him. He’ll never touch you again.”
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you so much for 100 kudos!!! It means so much!
     I apologize for not updating recently but... here's the next chapter.
     I hope you like it!!
The next morning, Morty woke up on top of Rick, who was shirtless and drooling
all over himself. He sat up so that he was straddling Rick and stared down at
him. He didn’t remember falling back asleep, especially in Rick’s bed. He
didn’t mind though since the nightmare didn’t return for the rest of the night.
Climbing off of Rick, he stood up and stretched, glancing at the time. 10:39.
Morty looked back over at Rick, who seemed to have woken up from the lack of
warmth.
“R-Rick! I’m sorry. I didn’t- I didn’t mean to w-wake you.”
“It’s fine, Morty. I have something I need to do anyways.” Rick sat up with a
groan, cracking his back. He looked around for his flask, finding it buried in
the covers before taking a swig from it.
“O-Oh! U-U-Um can I come with?” Morty rubbed his arm and gave a bashful smile.
“No can do, Morty. I ne-eee-ed to do this on my own.” Morty sighed in
disappointment as Rick stood up and threw his flask onto the bed.
“W-Well… When will you be back?”
“I’ll only be gone for a couple hours, Morty. We can- We’ll do something when I
get back Morty. Now ha-”
“Oh crap! R-R-Rick! I totally forgot about school! I-I-I’ll be in so much tr-
trouble!” Morty grabbed the hem of his shirt tightly and tugged.
“Morty, relax!” Rick smiled nonchalantly while pulling on his shirt. “I called
you off for the entire week.”
“R-Rick! My parents are w-will- They’re gunna b-b-be pissed! You, You can’t
just… do something like that!”
“Morty, I’m gunna need you to chill. After what ha-aaa-ppened I think we both
know you can use the week off. You should be thanking me right now.”
“Th-Th-Thanking you?! I-I-! You know wh-what? A-Alright Rick. But you’re
explaining this to my p-parents. 
“Ok, whatever, Morty. I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Rick chuckled at his own joke as he walked out of his room.
--
A half an hour after Rick had left, Morty was sitting on the couch watching a
rerun of Ball Fondlers. He wasn’t actually paying attention. He had hoped that
it would be a good distraction from his thoughts but it proved to be useless.
Everything reminded him of… that sick perverted jellybean.
He didn’t realize how much time had passed while he was spaced until he noticed
that Ball Fondlers was over and some other show had started playing. He turned
off the TV and stood up, nearly falling back over. He was shaking. His
thoughts, memories of yesterday’s events had been too much. He hadn’t even
realized how much it affected him until he realized he was crying.
He made his way back to Rick’s room, hoping he would find comfort from it
again. He wanted to numb himself, forget everything.
Laying down on the bed, he felt something cold and hard press against his back.
Morty fumbled to pick it and when he finally managed to grab it, he stared at
it for a moment. It was Rick’s flask. He had forgot to take it with him.
For a moment he thought about trying it. Rick seemed to find some sort of
relaxation in it, so why couldn’t he? His parents would be pissed if they found
out. Or worse, Rick would find him. He thought for a minute before throwing
caution to the wind. He needed to get rid of these thoughts. He had to.
Morty downed the contents from the flask, gagging at the sharp taste it had. It
definitely wasn’t from Earth. And it definitely wasn’t enough.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for taking so long to update! I plan on updating again today so
     keep a look out.
Rick got back a little later than he expected to, irritable from the lack of
alcohol in his system. He was pissed when he realized he forgot his flask but
he was too busy to make the short trip back to grab it.
He cursed under his breath at his throbbing headache as he headed up to Morty’s
room. He had promised they would do something together and Rick had something
in mind that would hopefully cheer the boy right up. When he looked into
Morty’s bedroom, he found it empty.
“Little shit is probably still in my room,” he muttered, heading to his own
bedroom.
The smell of booze hit him before he even made it to the door. The hell? Morty
was home alone and he wasn’t one to drink, especially against his parents
rules.
Opening the door quietly, he easily found Morty. Drunk. Wasted. Various bottles
of alcohol littered the floor and bed, surrounding Morty. His good shit. Great.
The kid probably had alcohol poisoning.
“R-Riiiick!” Morty slurred over his name and he swayed. He was sitting on
Rick’s bed, a bottle of vodka in his hand, half empty. The rest of the bottles
around him were empty, either from him drinking it or spilling it everywhere.
“Morty what the hell?! Give me that!” Rick snatched the vodka from Morty,
considering downing what was left. He couldn’t right now though. Not when he
had to sober up Morty.
“Rick! Oh Rick. I-I-I love you, y’know… y’know that?” Morty gave a sloppy
smile, flinging his arms around Rick.
“Shut up Morty. You’re drunk. Why the hell did you- How did you even find my
stash?”
“I-I-I… I was despera-aaa-te.” He started to tear up and choke on his sobs.
“Needed t-to forget, Rick. P-P-Please don’t hate me.”
“Morty god d-” Rick stopped short when Morty threw up all over him.
“Aw fuck Morty! What the hell?!” He shoved Morty back, looking down at his
shirt.
Morty burst into a fresh wave of tears, his voice trembling through his words.
“Y-You hate… you hate me n-n-now, don’t you! I fuck up e-e-everything. Fuck! F-
Fuck! No one’s gunna c-c-care about me anymore Rick! Not you, n-not anybody!
I’m used! I’m gross and disgusting a-a-a-a-and I can still… feel him inside of
m-my mouth!” He paused to throw up on the bed before continuing. “I’m s-s-sorry
Rick. I deserve wh-what happened to me. I deserved i-i-it.”
Rick pulled off his shirt, making sure not to get any of the vomit on himself
while Morty screamed. Morty needed this, Rick knew that. He needed to get out
his feelings, tell someone, get them out into the open. When he finally quieted
down, Rick spoke up.
“Morty, I need you to listen to me. I don’t hate you Morty. If I did, I
would've got rid of you by now. What happened wasn’t your fault and you… didn’t
deserve it. Look, Morty. I wish there was something I could do to take it back,
but I can’t. All I can do is help you get through this if you’ll let me. But
right now, we need to sober you up and make sure you don’t have alcohol
poisoning, ok Morty?”
Morty stopped crying and sniffled, staring up at Rick.
“O-Ok Rick! Y-Y-Yeah. You’re so g-ooo-od to me Rick. I love y-you. You are- you
treat me so well.”
Rick rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“God, you’re an emotional drunk, alright. You need to focus though Morty. We
need to get you to the garage so I can fix you up, got it? And afterwards
you’re cleaning this nasty shit up.”
***** Hangover *****
Chapter Summary
     Morty is hungover, Rick is guilty.
Chapter Notes
     I AM SOOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER!!!
     Give it up for SEASON THREE though!
     This is rushed and so out of character I'm sorry.
     My tumblr is rick-m0rty-sin if you'd like to follow.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Morty woke up with a start. Bleary eyed, he sat up and immediately regretted it
as his head started to spin. There was a dull pain in his arm and he noted that
there was an IV in his antecubital space, a foreign purple liquid draining into
his veins. The real pain though was his head. And damn those bright lights in
the room weren’t helping.
“I’d lay back down if I were you. You’re gonna have the hangover of all
hangovers.” Rick’s voice carried over from somewhere to his left, all too
loudly. Morty squinted his eyes to peer over at him.
He looked awful; there were bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept for a good
while, and he seemed… defeated. Although apparently he noticed the look Morty
was giving him because his face quickly contorted into annoyance.
“You should take a look at yourself, Morty. You’re no charmer right now
either.” Rick smirked at his own joke but the chuckle didn’t quite meet his
eyes.
Morty gently laid himself back down, resting his head on the plush pillow
beneath him. The lights above were still too bright for his sore eyes, so he
squinted to take in the room around him. Everything seemed white and sterile.
The room was mostly bare, except for the bed he was in, the IV in him, a heart
monitor that sounded like it was beeping too fast for normal, and the chair
Rick sat in. There was only one door leading in and out, and no windows or
clocks so Morty had no idea what time of day it was.
“W-Where are we?” Morty’s voice barely rose above a whisper.
“You think you’re old grandpa didn’t have a place where he could take care of
himself? I’ve had my fair share of alcohol poisoning, Morty.” Rick continued
when Morty stayed silent. “Morty… we are going to have to talk about this.”
Silence. Rick sighed.
“Look, Morty… I know-”
“No, y-y-you don’t know, R-Rick! You don’t- You have n-no idea! You can’t
change what happened and you c-can’t help!” Morty held his head after his
outburst, his brain pounding, not just from the migraine but from the thoughts
racing through his mind right now.
“Yeah, Morty, you think I don’t know that! You think, you think that I don’t
care or that I don’t fucking hate myself for not watching you closer! Not
taking better care of you! For letting this happen! You think I wouldn’t do
anything, give anything to take away what you’re feeling right n-now!” Rick’s
voice cracked on the last word. Fuck, he shouldn’t have yelled like that. The
sound of Morty sniffling caused Rick to quickly rise from his chair.
“Morty,” Rick rushed over to him, “...I’m sorry…”
“You’re s-sorry?” Rick stared helplessly at Morty. He shouldn’t have had an
outburst like that, not when Morty was hungover, and especially because of
Morty’s… recent trauma. He was such a piece of shit, this was about Morty, not
him. He needed to focus on Morty now more than ever and he-
The sound of Morty’s laughter caught Rick off guard. Morty throwing his arms
around him surprised him even more.
“Y-You don’t know… how much I-I needed to hear that.”
Swiftly recovering from his astonishment, Rick hugged him back as Morty
continued to simultaneously laugh and cry.
“I love you, Rick.”
“...I love you too, Morty.”
Chapter End Notes
     Rick sure does say Morty a lot.
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