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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      rick/morty
  Character:
      Rick, Morty, Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Other_Mortys_(Rick_and_Morty)
  Additional Tags:
      Child_Abuse, Molestation, Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, A/B/O,
      Boypussy, Extreme_Underage, Pedophilia, first_heat, Mpreg, Object
      Penetration
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-29 Updated: 2017-06-18 Chapters: 2/? Words: 7056
****** Little Pussy ******
by Mortmortplease
Summary
     Morty is too young for this.
     Beta'd by multiversalmortys AKA Miss Robin
***** Chapter 1 *****
Rick walked to Morty's room and leaned against his doorframe, watching him with
a vodka bottle hanging from his fingers. Despite his high tolerance, Rick was
intoxicated. He hadn't thought about how much he was drinking when he finished
his flask and went to the kitchen to grab the bottle. Since Morty had first
started speaking, Rick had feelings toward the boy that were less than
appropriate. Now that he was entering school, Rick found it increasingly
difficult to push the thoughts and feelings down into the darkest part of his
mind. Recently Rick started thinking about Morty's big round eyes and little
plump lips every time he stroked himself to completion. But this time, Rick's
inhibitions were too low to prevent himself from acting on his fantasies.
As he stood in he doorway and stared in at his tiny grandson sitting on the end
of his little racecar bed and playing with his UFO toys. He made adorable
noises of pretend flying and fighting. Beth, Summer, Jerry were out of the
house working and going to school, but Rick still closed and locked the door
behind him when he stepped into the room.
"Hey, Morty. What's up little guy?" he asked in a soft, slurred voice.
"Playing all by yourself?"
Morty nodded sadly. He never got to play with other kids because his parents
were gone so much, so they didn't have time to make play dates for him. But he
perked up a little when he asked Rick hopefully, "B-but will you play with me
Grandpa?" He held his UFO out to Rick with his short arm, his tiny hand unable
to wrap around the entire toy.
Rick looked at the cute, hopeful little boy and knew he was at a crossroads. He
could just grab the little UFO and fly it around, letting Morty attack it with
this T-Rex, but he knew he wasn't going to do that. This situation felt like it
was already out of his hands. He smiled nervously and sat down next to his
grandson on the small bed.
"Yeah, Morty I'll p-p-I would love to. But I want to play a more grown up game
baby. I mean... I'm not a little kid anymore. But I don't know if you're old
enough to play yet."
Morty's brow knot together and his mouth fell open in an almost desperate face.
He wanted his grandpa to think he was a big boy, not a little kid.
"I c-c-I can play the grown up game! I promise I-I'm not a little kid! I can
keep up Grandpa!"
Rick smiled and placed his palm on the boy's small thigh.
"Okay baby. But if you're scared or uncomfortable, just tell me. You are very
young to be playing grown up games. I'm proud of you for being such a big boy
Morty. I w-w-I wouldn't teach you one if I didn't think you were ready, but
it's okay if you're not. You're very little baby."
Morty shook his head frantically.
"No Grandpa! Uh-I'm ready!"
"Shhhh, it's okay little cutie. Let's start the game, okay?"
Rick pushed Morty down on his back and kneeled over him, his knees on either
side of the boy's little legs.
"This is different from little kid games. You can only play with Grandpa
because if you played with someone else I would get jealous and never play with
you again. And if you tell anyone about this, I'll have to leave. Little kids
aren't allowed to play grown up games so we would both get in trouble if anyone
found out you were playing it with me."
"I won't tell Grandpa! And-and I won't play with anyone else."
Rick nodded seriously and pulled Morty's shorts down and tickled the bottoms of
his feet when he pulled them down past them. Morty squirmed and giggled and his
cuteness hit Rick right in the chest and shot right to his boner.
"What are you doing Grandpa? I can change my own clothes if it's a-a-if it's a
pool game or something!" he said a little defensively.
"No baby. You have to be naked to play this."
"Okay!" he said and jumped up to pull his clothes off by himself. When he was
done he did a cute little bounce and threw his hands up over his head, spread
fingers and slightly arched back to show off. He enjoyed the feeling of freedom
that came from shedding his clothes.
"I'm ready! W-what's the game called Grandpa?"
Rick stared at Morty's tiny naked body for a moment before reaching out to
press his hand on his small lower back and pull him closer.
"People call it a lot of things. W-what do you want to call it? Lie back down
baby."
"I don't know! Maybe Nakie Game?" he suggested as he plopped down on his butt
and then flipped back onto the mattress, shamelessly spread eagled. He could
feel his hairless little pussy lips spread and it made him giggle.
Rick laughed drunkenly and leaned forward over Morty's little body.
"Nakie Game is perfect baby. But remember not to tell anyone that you know
about it."
With that, he scooted back to come face to face with his grandson's glistening
pussy. His mouth watered, causing drool to spill down his chin.
"This is gonna feel w-w-feel weird, but just take deep breaths."
Rick spread Morty's pussy lips while the boy giggled again and then pressed his
tongue against the tiny entrance. He licked little circles, making sure the tip
of his tongue hit right the clit up under the hood and directly against the
bundle of nerves. Morty wriggled a little and squealed. He had never felt
anything like this before except maybe when he rubbed up against his teddy bear
at night.
"Grandpa! W-what are you doing?"
Rick pulled back and looked at Morty hungrily.
"It's gonna feel really good baby. It's gonna feel better than tickling. Now
here, suck on my finger and make it really wet, okay?"
He pushed his finger past the little plump lips and Morty sucked on it as hard
as he could, his little tongue gently rubbing against the slightly wrinkled
skin. Rick shuddered and pulled his finger out as soon as he could make himself
do it. He quickly placed it against Morty's tight hole, putting pressure on the
boy.
"Remember baby... breathe deeply. It's gonna feel really w-w-really weird,
Morty."
Rick pushed harder and harder until his fingertip breached the little entrance.
He pushed it in up to the middle knuckle and paused. Morty gripped the
bedsheets hard and arched his back up off the mattress, all the muscles in his
face tense.
"Are you okay Morty? Does it hurt baby? If you're too small for this I can
stop."
Morty shook his head hard and took another deep breath before responding.
"Noooo, I c-c-I can do it Grandpa!" His voice came out in a wheezy moan that
made Rick's dick throb. He pushed his finger in the rest of the way and curled
it, causing Morty's whole body to jerk. The boy panted and whined, confused by
the jolt he felt to through his body. He didn't understand what he was feeling
or why, and that made him scared.
"Grandpa what was that? W-what happened?"
Rick bit his lower lip and did it again. Morty made little breathy moans with
every breath he took.
"Does it feel good baby? That's the game. I'm gonna make you feel good like
that and you have to see how long you can handle it. Whoever lasts the longest
wins."
Morty nodded quickly.
"I can do it Grandpa!"
Rick started to move his finger in and out of the little body, slowly at first
and then slightly slightly faster, increasing the speed until he was
fingerfucking Morty smoothly.
"I'm gonna put in another finger baby. I know it's gonna hurt, but- but you can
do it," he said when Morty whined again. He pulled his finger out and grabbed
the little tube of lube he had placed into his pocket on the way up to Morty's
room. Since his grandson was still a kit, his body was not yet producing much
slick. He squeezed it onto his fingers and rubbed it all over the first two. He
pushed the wet fingers up against the tight little hole and rubbed it in a
little before pushing the two fingers into him slowly.
Morty drew in a sharp breath and whined again. The two fingers felt so much
larger than he remembered them ever looking. It hurt and he felt so stretched
out that it made his head spin. His little cunt hurt sharply and he started to
instinctively close his legs. Despite that, he didn't want to tell his Grandpa
to stop. He wanted to prove that he was a big boy and that his grandpa wasn't
wrong to be proud of him. He wondered why grown ups would play this game. It
was so strange and uncomfortable and the moments when his grandpa touched that
thing inside him was overwhelming. He didn't have the words to describe it.
Rick repeated his earlier process, slowly picking up his pace until he was
smoothly finger fucking his little grandson. He couldn't wait to skewer the boy
on his dick, but he didn't want to hurt Morty too bad, or he might scream.
"I know it hurts baby, but I'm gonna add another finger. I need to stretch it
out so it won't hurt as much when I put my c-my privates inside you." As he
spoke, Rick gently but firmly spread the boy's little legs again.
Morty's eyes shot wide when he heard what Rick said and he lifted his head to
look at him incredulously.
"What? Grandpa, why w-w-why would you put your /privates/ inside me? That's
not-"
"Shhh, Morty. It's the game. If you're not ready to play, just tell me."
Morty considered it and then lay his head back down. He was a big boy and he
knew he could play big kid games, so he kept quiet as Rick pushed his third
finger inside him, even though it felt like he was being cut inside. His eyes
blurred and a tear ran down his cheek and dropped into his ear. He felt his
body start to shake and he took deep, rapid breaths to try and calm down. He
panicked slightly in the worry that his Grandpa would notice and decide he was
a little kid and not ready to play with him.
Finally, Rick pulled his fingers out and undid his pants. He pulled his card
cock out and poured lube all over it. He stroked it and stared at Morty, all
flushed and panting with his legs spread wide and his cunt wet. His messy curls
stuck to his sweaty forehead as he stared up at his Grandpa's cock.
Morty stared up at the hard, veiny, wet cock above him and shook harder. He was
nervous and had never seen a fully erect penis before. It was huge and scary
looking. When he looked up at Rick's face, he felt very conflicted. No one had
ever looked at him like /that/ before. It made him feel special, but it also
made him feel small. With one hand he grabbed his fingers on the other hand and
squeezed them. When Rick put the tip of his cock against Morty's entrance, the
boy shuddered dramatically and Rick smiled. He leaned down, having to curve his
back to reach the little round face. He pressed his lips against Morty's small
mouth and felt him pucker his small lips to kiss back. Rick licked between his
lips and grabbed his little jaw to pull his mouth open so he could lick into
the boy's little mouth. He rubbed his tongue against Morty's smaller one, his
tongue taking up most of the little boy's mouth. Morty eagerly moved his tongue
too, wanting to do it right. He knew about this type of kissing because he saw
it on movies and occasionally at home when his parents were getting along, but
he had never known that it was part of a grown up game.
Rick pushed against the boy's entrance with some force until the head popped
inside. Morty screamed and twisted around, but his cry was muddled by Rick's
mouth. He stopped kissing back and tears began to stream from his eyes. He
pushed on Rick's chest weakly, wanting to stop. He felt terrified, and he knew
that he wasn't ready for this which made him feel disappointed in himself and
guilty for letting his grandpa down. He tried to push Rick off so he could ask
him to stop, but Rick wouldn't take his mouth away. Instead, he grabbed Morty's
wrists and pulled them up to pin them into the mattress. He pushed his big cock
against the boy's little body until his cock was halfway in. He pulled his face
away to look at Morty, wanting to see his tears.
"Grandpa I'm n-n-not ready! It hurts! P-please Grandpa! I d-d-I don't want to
play anymore! I'm sorry Grandpa!"
Rick moved Morty's wrists so he could hold hem both in one hand and used his
other to cover Morty's mouth.
"Shhh Morty. You can do it. You're a big boy, aren't you? Aren't you ready to-
t-don't you want to make your Grandpa proud?"
Morty nodded and sobbed. His face was scrunched up with pain and his cheeks
were red and wet. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to cry frantically.
Rick pulled his hand away from Morty's mouth, afraid the little boy would lick
or bite his palm.
"I do Grandpa bu-b-but I'm too little! It's like you said I'm just a little
kid!"
Rick shook his head.
"No baby, y-y-you're a big boy. It's gonna get easier. Just be quiet. Once you
start playing you can't stop until one of us loses. You missed your chance to
say no."
With that, Rick covered the boy's mouth again and held it firm. In truth, Morty
had never had a chance to say no. Morty struggled to breathe through his runny
nose, and it caused a big snot bubble to blow from his nose. He had never been
so scared.
Rick pushed his cock the rest of the way in as Morty screamed behind his hand
and waited for a moment, wanting to let Morty's body adjust a little bit.
"How is that Morty? Is it hurting a little less?"
Morty paused and nodded a little bit. It did hurt a lot, but less than it had
when his grandpa had been moving in there. His eyes were wide, red, and wet,
but he wasn't sobbing as much. Rick smiled gently at him and pulled back
slowly, causing Morty to sob again. Rick pulled his hand back off of the boy's
mouth and gently rubbed his little nipple between his finger and thumb. Morty
squirmed and squeaked and his legs shook violently and it all made Rick
painfully horny. Nobody had ever touched Morty this way and he hadn't known his
nipples were even ticklish before this. He wondered what was wrong with him.
Other people played this game and presumably enjoyed it. Why did it hurt so
much when he played. He wondered if he was hurting Rick too and felt another
wave of guilt rush through him. Tears rolled down his eyes and he tried
desperately to convince his grandpa that he didn't need to play the game with
him anymore. He was obviously bad at it and didn't want Rick to feel obligated
to play with such a worthless little kit.
"Grandpa please! Stop, Grandpa it hurts too much."
Rick glared and shook his head.
"No Morty. You can't t-tell me to stop. You're my grandson and you have to
listen to me. I'm telling you to wait until I'm finished."
Rick pulled back pushed himself all the way inside Morty's tight entrance
smoothly. When the boy screamed again, Rick ran his hand down to his grandson's
little clit and began to rub circles with his fingertip.
"Just relax baby. I'll make it feel good."
Morty opened his mouth wide and sobbed helplessly. He wished he had never told
his grandpa he wanted to play. He didn't understand why Rick was doing this to
him. Nobody had ever forced him to play with them before. This was the worst
game he ever played and he decided never to play it again. He didn't like being
hurt and he wished it would end. For some reason, his little clit started to
feel strange and warm. It tingled and he felt his hole clench. He looked up at
his grandpa with wide, trusting eyes, feeling curious despite the pain.
"Grandpa? Why do my privates feel weird?"
Rick smiled again and, as he began slowly, smoothly fucking the tiny boy, he
answered.
"It's doing what mine is doing. It's making you feel good. Because you c-c-you
can't win the game if if doesn't do that. You'll win when sticky stuff comes
out of the hole."
"B-b-but Grandpa, that's gross! Besides, I don't want to play anymore. It hurts
too much."
"Well you have to. You have to do w-w-what I say. It'll start to feel good soon
Morty. Just relax."
Rick set up a moderate pace. He pushed his cock all the way in and pulled it
almost all the way out every time. He didn't stop playing with the boy's small
clit. The feeling was incredible. He had never been inside such a tight hole
before in his life. His grandson's little body hugged him so tightly. It was so
warm and wet and Rick was getting close to filling Morty up with cum. He bit
his lower lip hard, but leaned down to bite into Morty's soft shoulder, drawing
blood and claiming him as his omega. The boy squirmed and pulled his arms,
trying to escape from his grandpa's tight grip.
"Why are you hurting me Grandpa?" he asked pathetically. He felt so helpless
and small. He had never been treated his way before. His grandpa was usually so
nice. Why did he change? Why was he holding Morty down?
"Please Grandpa! Just let me up!"
Rick ignored Morty's protests and shoved his cock more forcefully into Morty's
pussy, fucking his tiny body brutally until he shuddered and came, pushing his
hips up against Morty and staying still. His knot had popped outside of the
little hole, so he pushed on it hard.
"Come on Morty. Take daddy's knot. Just relax and make me proud. Once you take
my knot you'll win the game."
The pain was excruciating. He had already felt like his lower half was
stretched all the way open, and now it was stretching even more. He felt that
sharp, cutting pain inside him again and released a shrill omegan distress cry.
He had never made that sound before and it scared him. He shut his mouth and
just let tears roll down his face, hiccuping as his stomach occasionally
contracted with his hard sobs.
"Once I win, can I never p-p-play this game again?" he asked hopefully.
"No baby. I'll play with you a lot now. But don't worry. It'll feel better next
time. Okay?"
Rick collapsed onto Morty as he pushed his knot the rest of the way in. It felt
so good to be tied to such a young omega and he quickly started to drift to
sleep before he felt tiny fists beating at his chest. He smelled panic coming
from Morty and realized he was crushing him. Morty tried to scream but
couldn't. There was no air. He felt his head start to tingle and his vision
went black. But the pain was now far away. He relaxed into it, letting his
small hands drop down to the mattress. Suddenly, he was spinning and he had
never been so dizzy. His throat hurt almost as bad as his cunt and he realized
he was taking deep, desperate breaths. He softly cried at the overwhelming
feeling and clung to Rick's labcoat. He was now on top of his grandpa, who was
obviously falling asleep. Morty huffed and lay his face down against the bony
chest, staring off into space and feeling both empty and full inside.
***** Wet Heat *****
Chapter Summary
     Morty meets other Mortys and has his first heat.
"Morty, come help me in the garage."
Morty's heart dropped into his stomach. It had been a month and a half since he
had first played the Nakie Game with his grandpa, and it had happened every day
since. Morty looked around the living room slowly, trying to ground himself in
this moment. He knew it was one of the last moments he had before being forced
to play the grown up game again. He stared into his mommy's eyes for a long
moment, desperately hoping that she would see the fear on his face and tell him
he didn't have to go. But she just smiled over her wine glass and spoke to him
in a sweet, happy voice.
"Have fun helping your grandpa, baby! I'm very proud of you, my little
scientist."
Morty nodded and followed Rick into the garage. As he watched the long, thin
fingers locking the door, he frantically imagined telling his parents what was
happening. They always told him to tell them if someone was hurting him. But
Rick had told him that he would be in trouble if he played such a grown up
game, and he had played it so many times now. He felt the tickle of tears on
his cheek as he accepted that he would be playing this game forever.
"Hey little buddy. Are you excited to-t-to help grandpa in here?"
Morty nodded. He knew Rick was waiting for that. Rick smiled and lifted Morty
up off the ground, hands under his armpits, and set him down on the worktable.
Morty's legs fell open instinctively and Rick chuckled.
"You really love having your Grandpa up inside you, don't you? You little slut.
I wish I could smell the claim baby."
As soon as he woke up six weeks ago, Rick had injected the little creature
beside him with a dose of suppressants. The claim remained valid, but lost its
scent.
"Yes Gampa." Sometimes Morty wondered what would happen if he told Rick the
truth. But he wouldn't do that. When they first played the game, Rick was mad
at him when he said he didn't like to play. As afraid as Morty was of having
Rick on him, in him, he was more afraid of having Rick mad at him. There was
nothing inside him that was able to speak up to his grandpa. "It's so cold on
this table, Gampa! Peez, don't make me sit on here!"
Rick pushed Morty back so he was lying down and unbuttoned his little shorts.
He slid them down around Morty's tiny ankles. He licked his lips as he stared
at the little boy in his silky red panties. He ran his fingers along the lacy
bottom edge and smiled at Morty's obvious obedience. Morty felt so ashamed and
dirty at the way Rick looked at him, and at the knowledge that it was because
he was wearing the girl's underwear like his grandpa had asked. He wished he
didn't have to wear them.
"I'm sorry baby, but you have to. This table is the perfect height for us to
play on."
Morty pouted his lips and frowned at his panties.
"Gampa... w-w-why do you make me wear these? I mean... I know it's cause it's
part of the game and I have to do what my gampa says, but why is it one of the
rules that I can't wear my own underwear?"
"Baby, it is your underwear. I just love to see you like this. You d-d-you
don't know what you do to me baby boy."
Morty's little brow knit together in consternation, but he nodded as if that
answer was satisfactory. He would never understand the rules of this game. Rick
rubbed at Morty's pussy through the cloth with his finger, just enjoying the
way it felt to move between the little lips before he started really rubbing
directly on the clit. Morty squirmed uncomfortably. The feeling was somewhat
overstimulating, and it made him blush with shame. It felt good, and he hated
himself for that. He shouldn't be playing this way, and he felt like a bad boy
for liking it. Especially because Rick liked to call him a naughty little boy
and a slut and a cumdumster. He didn't want to be any of those things, but
since his grandpa told him he was, he knew it was true. When Rick pulled down
his panties, Morty whimpered. It was another omegan sound he had never made
before being claimed. He hated those sounds. They were undeniable proof that
Rick had changed him forever. And they sounded so helpless and pathetic to his
own ears. But it made Rick smile at him and he almost felt proud.
"You're such a good boy, little baby. I love it when you make those little
sounds for me. Now I know your ankles are trapped, b-but-but I need you to
spread your legs as wide as you can. Bend your knees and lie them on the table,
okay?"
Morty nodded and did as he was told, his face turning a deep red. He felt his
pussy lips spread open, he felt so small and exposed. Rick leaned down and
licked all the way up the slit and made a deep "mmmm" sound of satisfaction.
Morty shuddered at the feeling. It was so gross, having his grandpa's spit go
in him like that.
"Baby, you taste so good. You have the-the sweetest pussy in the world. Are you
gonna cum for me?"
Morty had his first orgasm a week ago. It had been so painful every time, Rick
rushing to put his cock in before Morty's little pussy had time to lubricate
until that night. That night, however, Rick had spent almost twenty minutes
sucking on his clit and gently fingering him until he forced an orgasm from his
tiny grandson. Morty had been so scared when it was happening, certain he was
going to pee on his grandpa’s face. As his legs twitches and he tenses up as
hard as possible to try and keep it in, he had screamed “Gampa! I'm gonna- I'm
gonna pee! Peez stop!” But rick hadn't and Morty had never been so overwhelmed
in his life. When his body finally released, he sobbed so hard his diaphragm
hurt for hours and Rick held him tight and cooed into his ear, gently fucking
him until he came, gripping the little body and bouncing him up and down hard
for a moment until they were tied together.
This night was going to be no different, Morty could tell. After the first
time, orgasms started coming easier to him. Just a moment after Rick sucked his
clit into his mouth and began to rub it firmly with the tip of his tongue,
Morty could feel his muscles tensing up and releasing rhythmically and he
whimpered again. He almost wished his grandpa would skip this part and just put
it in, but it hurt so much when he did that.
"You smell like fear and pleasure baby. The best smell I remember since I
claimed you."
Despite the disgust he felt, Morty still loved being praised by his grandpa. He
felt his little chest expand with pride and he cried out, his pussy clenching
around nothing as slick drenched his lower lips and inner thighs. He cried
softly, making no noise as his diaphragm spasmed and tears rolled down his
cheeks. Suddenly, the room felt stiflingly hot, but his skin prickled in
goosebumps and his privates felt so wet he thought he might have peed himself,
but was too overwhelmed to be too ashamed. He felt like he desperately needed
something and all these sudden changes scared him. He whined, a sharp omegan
sound unlike any he had done before, just wanting his grandpa to make him feel
better. His grandpa was scary, but he was also a grown up, and grown ups always
knew what to do when he needed something. But Rick's reaction frightened him,
made him feel small and helpless and pinned to the table like a bug.
“Gampa…” he whimpered, scared by both what he was feeling and seeing.
Rick's eyes became terrifying black circles, his pupils expanding until there
was just a sliver of blue iris showing in the whites, which looked bloodshot
from the veins that popped up, more and more. He frantically got his pants down
enough to pull his cock out, never taking his eyes off of Morty who was red and
whimpering and undulating his little hips.
“Gampa what's going on? Peez…”
Rick could not be bothered to answer until he sunk his cock all the way into
the tight, sopping wet passage. As soon as he felt the head hit Morty's cervix,
he growled in satisfaction and rubbed up against it roughly. Morty squealed in
pain at the pressure and spread his legs as wide as he could. Despite the
incredible pain, Morty felt relieved at being filled. Frantically, he squirmed
around and grabbed his hair tightly. He felt so hot and his skin painfully
tingled and itched and he chewed his lower lip hard, overwhelmed with need.
“Why?” He wanted to ask why he felt this way but couldn't. He couldn't form
words.
Rick slammed his cock into Morty harder than he ever had, desperate to knot the
boy. He could see the lump of his cock moving up and down in Morty's small body
and put his hand on it to make more friction. Instinctively, he bent down and
breathed in the delicious scent of heat, young omega, and fear. The scent was
so appealing that he felt his teeth sharpen and his canines lengthen. He bit
down into Morty's throat and felt the little boy frantically struggle against
the pain until Rick reached around and gripped the little scruff, causing his
grandson to go limp.
Morty was terrified when Rick bit into him again. He struggled because it hurt
and he was scared, but he was conflicted by the ecstasy it caused. His body
temperature seemed to go down a little and the tingling in his skin became
pleasant. Suddenly his body felt loose and his stress dissipated. His head
looked to the side and he sighed deeply as he swam in the sensations. He felt
his grandpa’s big thing moving in and out of his wet privates and burbled
slightly at the pleasure it gave him. His walls felt so wide open and stretched
out and he was so wet down there that he felt he should be uncomfortable, but
instead it was all so good. Everytime he felt his grandpa slam against the
inside of him he made a little “ahh” sound, but didn't mean to. It was like the
big thing bumped against some button in him that released a sound from his
throat. He no longer minded that he didn't know what was going on. His lower
body started to tense and release and then he felt an explosion inside, but it
was so good and then everything went black.
Rick felt Morty's already limp body go completely slack and he pulled his teeth
out of his grandson as he fucked into the unconscious body. When he finally
released, he shuddered and dug his nails into the boy's hips and pressed his
knot against the little wet hole until it started to stretch out even more. His
eyes rolled back into his head and he shuddered at the feeling of the young,
smooth pussy clamping down on his fat knot. Finally, it popped all the way
inside and Morty's belly started to inflate more rapidly and he looked like the
tiniest pregnant omega he had ever seen. Suddenly Rick realized that he was
just that: a tiny pregnant child. It was almost unheard of for an omega to not
get pregnant during their heat.
Light slowly came into Morty's eyes and sensation came afterward. He felt full
and stretched out in his privates and his tummy. He felt something moving on
his chest and between his legs. His neck hurt and his thighs were wet. When he
opened his eyes all the way and saw his grandpa tweaking his nipples and
rubbing his clit, tears started to run down his cheeks. He didn't want this.
Confusion came into his mind suddenly. He decided to ask his grandpa. Grandpa
knew everything. He turned big trusting eyes on him.
“Gampa? Why did I seep? And-and why did I feel so weird?”
Rick laughed indulgently. Morty was so cute.
“You had your first heat baby. You're gonna be a mommy boy!”
Rick rubbed the big round tummy as Morty's eyes got wide with fear.
“I'm gonna have a baby? No! Mommy says it hurts!”
Rick chuckled and nodded in agreement.
“It certainly does, baby. Especially for a body as little as yours. But there's
good news too. Now we don't have to hide anymore. You're allowed to play all
the grown up games now that you've had your heat. And as your alpha, I have
custody of you.”
Morty started to cry hard now. He didn't want to leave his Mommy and Daddy. And
he didn't want to have a baby. It was all so scary and awful. But at least he
wasn't breaking the rules anymore.
“Gampa? Does that mean I'm not a b-b-bad boy now? Am I a good boy now?”
Rick pretended to think for a moment before answering.
“Yes, you're a good boy now.”
“Eben though we-w-w-we played the game before my heat?”
Rick considered this. Now that Morty had presented he was legal, but before his
heat it had been a crime to fuck him. The solution was obvious.
“Come on baby, let's go. We have somewhere to be.”
Rick tugged on his knot, causing Morty to release an omegan yip that sent a
visible shudder through Rick. Despite the pain and discomfort of the knot being
tugged on inside of him, Morty was relieved. Soon, he would be empty inside and
on an adventure with his grandpa. The adventures were usually fun, even though
they were sometimes scary, and he felt like a big boy when he went to space.
When the shrinking knot finally slid out of him, Morty grabbed onto his leaking
hole frantically. He wasn't sure why, but he really really didn't want the
goopy stuff to come out of him. Looking up at his grandpa with wide, wet eyes,
he whimpered helplessly.
“Oh baby… you don't want to lose my cum? You're so sexy, little baby. Here, let
me plug you up.”
Rick rifled through a drawer for a minute and then moved back over to where
Morty lay curled up on the workbench. He grabbed the little hips and lifted
them up and then yanked Morty's tiny hands away from his hole. He cried out and
fought to cover his leaking pussy again, but Rick was already shoving a long
dildo inside him. It felt good, and made him realize how wet he was inside. He
moaned in pleasure and arched his little back as Rick fucked it in and out of
him before pushing a button on the end which caused the bottom to expand in an
artificial knot.
“There you go baby. That'll stay in you and keep you all full of my cum. Now
sit up and lift your arms.”
Morty assumed that Rick was going to put his clothes back on him, but when he
lifted his arms his grandpa pulled a poofy, shiny blue dress onto him. He
flushed red with embarrassment.
“Gampa! Why a dress?” he whined. Rick gave him a disapproving look.
“Keep whining and I'll have to punish you.”
Morty looked down at his feet in a show of submission. Rick pulled white, thigh
high stockings onto his legs, but no panties. The last thing were the little
white flats. At that, Rick picked the little boy up and carried him through a
portal. There was a Rick waiting for him, which did not surprise Morty as he
knew a little bit about the multiverse. What did surprise him was the other
Morty bouncing on his lap. The boy was naked and looked to be even younger than
Morty. He looked like he was having fun bouncing, his Rick’s hands helping to
guide him up and down, his thumb in his mouth. The boy pointed at Morty
excitedly with a tiny finger and looked up at his Rick's face. Morty could
smell the slick leaking from the other omega’s pussy. It smelled sugary sweet.
“Hey BJ.”
The other Rick rolled his eyes and spread his Morty's legs even wider to show
off the small pussy. BJ Morty was so small that his toes just barely hung past
the bottom of his Rick's thighs. Morty wondered if he looked that tiny when his
grandpa was inside of him.
“Look P-417, y-your Morty is curious. Yes, baby, look! An older Morty to play
with,” said the other Rick.
Morty remembered then about dimensional addresses. The other Rick must be from
BJ? Or BJ something. BJ Morty pulled his thumb out of his mouth and made grabby
hands at P Morty. He looked up at his grandpa questioningly.
“Go ahead baby, go play with him.”
Morty closed the short distance between them and stood, looking up at the
flushed face of the younger version of himself, unsure of what to do. This was
soon solved by the younger boy, who grabbed Morty's hand and put it between his
legs, making a needy whine. His Rick looked at him sternly.
“You know you're not allowed t-to-to cum until I tell you, Morty. But since you
two are meeting for the first time, I'll let you. Go ahead. Rub it. His clit.
Right here,” the other rick grabbed his little finger and started to rub it
against a bump in BJ Morty's pussy. As he rubbed it, the younger boy started to
keen and arch his back and Morty thought about all the times his grandpa rubbed
him there. It made his privates tingle pleasantly.
“Daddy! Daddy, I'm gonna… ahhhh!”
BJ Morty shuddered and whined and his privates got even wetter. Morty squirmed
a little, feeling weird between his legs. He followed an impulse and licked the
slick from his fingers, prompting both Ricks to moan.
“You have him call you ‘daddy’ too, eh?”
“What? Oh, Morty is my son. I know you said yours is your grandson.”
“Damn… so you just get to fuck him anytime with no one asking questions, huh?”
BJ Rick cocked his head curiously, still bouncing the now limp little boy up
and down on his dick.
“Is it not legal to mate… your children? Or is it an age thing? I can do
whatever I want to my omega. Or any unclaimed omega, really.”
Morty became afraid. Was his grandpa going to leave him here, where any alpha
could put his… his thingie inside him at any time? Rick smelled his fear and
touched his head gently.
“Whether they want to or not?” he asked, excitement clear in his voice.
The other Rick looked confused again. “Well… they're omegas. They're made for
sex. They always want to. Isn't that right, Morty?”
BJ Morty shook his head tiredly and smiled as he stuck his thumb back into his
mouth. P Morty found himself nodding too before he realized that he was not
expected to answer that question.
“So anyway… What brings you here, P-417?”
“Look BJ-1212. I have a problem. Although I would clearly do better in this
dimension, my dimension is great too. I have this little guy… and that's the
thing really. I've been having him for a while, and w-w-we're not allowed to
mate kits where I'm from. As soon as they go through heat, they're legal, but
my cum is what caused his heat. He's not due to have it until he's at least 12.
His parents will have some questions to ask about why their son is pregnant
before he even starts school. So I brought him here so we could get our stories
straight. You would fuck him whenever I left him here to go on adventures when
his parents were gone and it kickstarted his heat. Now that he's had it, I
claimed him because I was around when he went through it. Right?”
This last word was directed at Morty, and he nodded solemnly. He would say
whatever he had to to prevent himself from getting in trouble. He played the
game, but only in a dimension where he was allowed to. Maybe his parents
wouldn't be too mad at him if he stuck to that.
“Sounds good P Rick. Anyway, now that you're here… maybe I could invite Q and
we could have a little party.”
The way Rick smiled scared him, as did the idea of having to play with more
Rick's. Morty looked at his young alternate, who seemed so comfortable with the
Nakie Game, for comfort. But the boy was asleep, his head lolling back and
forth on his daddy as the Rick slid him up and down gently on his cock. It was
only another minute or two before a portal opened and another Rick and Morty
stepped through. Morty's heart dropped when he saw them. The third Rick, Q,
pulled his little Morty along by a leash which was attached to a spiky black
collar. There was a tag that hung from the front which said “Daddy's
Cocksleeve.” The boy had large, floppy puppy ears, six nipples all down his
swollen belly and a tail, but other than that he looked normal. Morty thought
he smelled strange, but didn't know what to think of it.
“Hey boys. Be easy on him, he's carrying a litter,” said Q and Morty's knees
buckled underneath him.
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