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      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Original_Female_Character(s), Rick_Sanchez/Rick_Sanchez/
      Original_Female_Character, Richard_Sanchez/Original_Female_Character
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morticia_(Pocket_Mortys), Jerry_Smith,
      Original_Female_Character(s), Younger_Alternate_Dimension_Rick, Summer
      Sanchez, Beth_Smith/Sanchez, Morticia_Sanchez, Fae_Smith, Richard
      Sanchez, Young_Rick_Sanchez_-_Character
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      Underage_Drinking, Underage_Drug_Use, Underage_Smoking, Technically_no
      underage_Sex, Age_Difference, sort_of_slow_burn, Slow_Burn, Depraved
      Genius, Young_Genius, Alternate_Universe, Univers_Z64c, Smut, Erotic,
      Daddy_Issues, Rick_isn't_as_bad_as_he_could_be, Still_not_great, But_not
      that_bad, third_person_pov_that_switches_between_main_OC_and_Rick, Daddy
      Kink, Alien_Hot_Tub_Sex, Space_food, so_much_drug_use, Why_Does_Rick_Do
      So_Many_Drugs, Drugs, Kinky_Threesome, Taboo, Caring_Rick, too_many
      emotions, Some_smut-free_chapters, ongoing, pleasure_from_pain, Psycho
      Rick/Richard, Sexy_Psycho, Age_Regression/De-Aging, questionable_science
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      Published: 2017-10-22 Updated: 2018-01-20 Chapters: 8/? Words: 23888
****** The Depraved Genius ******
by TheAnxious_Fem
Summary
     Universe Z64c-
     Rick's new step-granddaughter Fae is a genius and they hit it off
     when she and her father, Jerry, move in with Beth and her family.
     Feelings begin to grow between the two, and while Rick willingly
     acknowledges his own depravity, it never stops him from taking what
     he wants.
Notes
     Jerry and Beth did not meet in High school, but rather at the
     hospital where they work together. They dated for two years and have
     just not gotten married.
     Beth had Summer and Morticia at 20, by herself, as the twins' father
     left when he found out that she was pregnant.
     The twins are 14
     Jerry's daughter, Fae, is 17...for now.
     Rick was only gone for 5 years, not 20, and was present for the
     twins' birth.
     Beth's daddy issues aren't as bad as they are in the show.
***** First Night in a New Home *****
“This is so great, Beth!” Jerry smiled at his new wife, carrying boxes into his
new home. The beautiful blonde woman smiled back and led Jerry up the stairs to
their bedroom. Fae peaked her head through the door, watching her elated father
follow her new stepmother up the stairs and out of sight.  It had been six
years since her mother passed away and she was glad her father had met someone
new. Someone nice and smart. Beth was a heart surgeon, Jerry a psychologist.
They had met in the hospital they worked at and just hit it off. After two
years of dating they had finally decided to get married and when the question
of moving came up it was decided that Jerry and Fae would move in with Beth,
her children, and her father.
Fae generally came off as the quiet type. Most people who met her just assumed
she wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but in reality she was just heavily
uninterested in the trivial day-to-day nonsense of people's’ lives. She would
feign interest in things so people would leave her alone and float through
life. School was  easy , she had graduated at 14. With her father’s -and now
Beth- pushing her, she had joined the local university and took classes four
days a week, majoring in engineering- top of her class. Being a scholar her
entire life granted her near complete freedom to do as she pleased- no curfew,
her own car, and an unlimited phone plan.  
As she dropped the last of the boxes on her new bedroom floor she took in the
room. It was spacious, tall ceiling, large closet, and the bathroom she would
share with her new step grandfather was right next door to her room- Summer and
Morticia had a bathroom that connected their two rooms so there was no worry of
them getting into her things. The bedroom walls needed to be painted badly,
though. They were hot pink- Beth’s choice, apparently. Though, when it was
later brought up, Fae was informed she could decorate and repaint however her
heart desired. It took about three hours to unpack and set everything up the
way she wanted it- desk in the corner with her computer and chair, bed and side
table just adjacent to it, allowing for maximum floor space, also an added
bonus of the closet meant no need for a dresser.
When she was absolutely certain everything was in its’ proper place, she locked
her bedroom door, cracked open the window and pulled the little jar of premium
marijuana from her bag, grinding a bowl and packing it into her small glass
pipe.The first hit was always the best. She’d hold it in and blow the smoke out
the cracked window. It took about three hits to get her where she wanted be,
her mind open to ebb and flow, her muscles allowed to relax. Utterly beautiful.
Normally the high made her want to be creative, or would give her a boost for
college homework, but right now she just wanted to relax. She pulled out a book
from her bag and thumbed through the pages until she found where she’d left
off. She was deep into her reading when she could have sworn she heard her
window slide all the way open. When she looked over, the tall, slender figure
of her now step grandfather was stumbling  his way through her window. Had she
not previously met the man she’d have pulled the mace out of her bag and
sprayed it in his face. “Hello Rick.” She said, somberly.
He nodded at her, his eyes as wild as his hair. She could smell the liquor on
him- every genius had their vice. She sighed, going back to her reading,
keeping an eye on him all the while. He plopped down in her plush, aqua colored
computer chair and flipped her laptop open. She eyed him suspiciously, clearing
her throat, “Can I ask what the hell you’re doing?”
He smiled at her and proceeded to turn on her laptop. “My computer
is...uuuurrrp...o-out of commission, I’m bor-b-borrowing yours.” He said
matter-of-factly.
Fae nodded, noting that it didn’t much matter to her...She admittedly enjoyed
his presence, and wasn’t using the computer, so what was the trouble? She
relaxed her face and nodded, though one thing did circle through her mind- “W-
why did you come through the window?”
“I-If I uuuurrp-c-came through the door, d-dear old daddy would know h-his lit-
little girl smoked p-pot.” He answered, not looking up. She nodded in response-
though she was pretty sure her father already knew and didn’t care- and
proceeded to light a menthol candle and close the window. It was beginning to
cool off outside, anyways, and her slender frame did not do well with the cold.
As if to add emphasis to her thoughts, Rick shivered a bit. She tossed him a
throw blanket and laid back on her double bed, picking her book back up. He
wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and said nothing.
 
“Y-You-You’re no f-fuUUUURP- fun, kid. Morti would have asked m-me like twelve
f-fucking questions by now…” Rick said, breaking the silence, about an hour
later.  
Fae glanced over at him, “Questions about what, Mr. Sanchez?” she sighed.
“RiIIIIck, Wh-What are y-you doing?’ ‘Riiiick why-why are y-you-uuurp- on my
laptop?’” He said, imitating Morticia’s slightly whiny, pubescent  female
voice. They both laughed. “You c-can call me-uurp- Rick, by the way, I’m n-not
your fucking teach-teacher.” She nodded.
“Fair enough. I really don’t care. I mean, if you’re doing illegal shit it’s
whatever, I have amazing security on that thing. Designed it myself, the
government can’t trace anything I do. My only request is that you don’t
download porn on it.” She said, nonchalantly.
Rick nodded, “Y-you’re al-al-uuurrrp-alright, kid.” he said, going back to
whatever he was doing.
Another hour passed, the sun had set and there was a knock at the door. Fae got
up and opened it to find Beth on the other side. “Dinner’s ready, sweety-I made
roast beef and veggies if you’re up for it.”
Fae’s stomach gurgled. “Yeah, thanks, I’ll come down in a minute, just want to
finish this chapter first.” Beth nodded, smiling at her sweetly and headed back
down the hall and down the stairs to the dining room.
She finished the chapter and made her way down to dinner, as she’d said she
would. As she was shoving the first bite into her mouth, Rick came strolling
downstairs and pulled out the chair next to her, patting her on the back.
“Than-Thanks for letting me-uuuurrrp- use your computer, kiddo.” He said. Fae
only nodded between bites. Beth was a good cook, which could not be said of her
father. He couldn’t even manage toast.
 While she and Rick ate in silence the rest of the family kept up light,
meaningless conversation. She gleaned that Morticia needed help with her
project for the science fair, and Summer was dating some kid named Toby. Jerry
brought up Fae’s skill set in maths and science and volunteered her to help
with the science project, which she begrudgingly agreed to. It wasn’t like she
had some pressing social matters to attend to on her regular saturday nights.
After dinner Fae headed back up to her room and pulled her little jar out
again, cracking her window.  She had forgotten to lock the door this time,
though...As she pulled her first hit, Rick came sauntering in. He saw her pipe
and quickly closed and locked the door behind himself. She’d been holding her
breath for almost 30 seconds when he finally closed the door. She let the smoke
out, coughing so hard her eyes watered. Out of the corner of her eye she saw
Rick sit down in her computer chair again. He rolled the chair over to her bed,
where she was still coughing her face off.
“C-can I h-have-uuuurrp-have some?” He asked, feigning sweetness. She nodded
and passed him the pipe.
“Y-you...you know how to corner, right?” She said through her cough. He nodded
and she handed him the little glass pipe and her lighter. He cornered the bowl
like a pro and handed it back, pulling a silver flask out of his pocket. She
rose an eyebrow and him. “What’s that?”
“F-Fu-uurp-fucking grape juice, kid- what the fuck do you think?” he laughed at
her, blowing the smoke out of his nose.
She rolled her eyes, “I’m not a fucking dunce, what kind of liquor- asshole.”
He chuckled again and held the flask out to her. She sniffed the contents. It
was liquor but she couldn’t tell if it was vodka or whiskey, which made no
sense as they smell quite dissimilar. She tilted her head back and let some of
it fill her mouth. After it hit her tongue she guessed it was a mixture of all
sorts of shit. It burned when she swallowed and it felt nice. She didn’t have
liquor very often, as it was a lot harder to come by at her age. Weed was
everywhere, she could literally buy it in highschool-which she did.   She also
knew that weed wasn’t bad for your body the same way alcohol was and generally
prefered it. Sure, smoking anything is bad for you, but the worst this shit
would do was make her forget things, which was fine. She took a couple more
swigs of Rick’s flask, offering him a few more hits off her pipe.
 
They paid no attention to the passage of time as they imbibed, making idiotic
jokes and talking about the mundanity of  Fae’s life. “You-you do realize-urrp-
that school is NOT a place for s-smart people, right, kid?”
Fae nodded and sighed. “It’s not like I had the burning desire to do it...I
know it’ll get me a high-paying job and the money from that can go towards
actually doing something I want to.”
Rick just shrugged. “If you’re smart enough- Which you- you-urp- definitely
fucking ARE, you can get by without that bu-bullshit.”
“Are you implying I should do what you do?”
He shook his head, “Na-Nah, kid, don’t get caught up in bullshit like I did.
You can get away and never come back, just fucking do it. I-urp- I have anchors
now, and am unsure of-of whether or not I could handle not having my-my family.
Too-too god damned many variables.”
After a while of this, Fae reached over and shut the window, as the cool wind
began to make her shiver. Her small frame wasn’t built for any kind of cold
weather, and it was getting to be that time of year again. She’d already put on
an oversized sweater and a pair of thick socks but it didn’t seem to cut the
chill.
 
Rick noticed her shivering and pulled his lab coat off, draping it around her
thin frame. He wasn’t too cold, the alcohol made him feel warm and the weed
kept his mind off of it. Fae looked so small. She was quite short for her age,
only 5 feet tall, weighing in at around 106 lbs, slender waist, small bust, but
her hips were slightly wider. She had a decent behind, as well. She reminded
him of his first love. Same deep auburn hair- though cut in a chin-length A-
line bob-same blue eyes, same freckles dotted across her nose and cheeks, same
pouty lips.  He felt the urge to take care of her, to keep her safe…
Fae had been surprised at his gesture. In the short amount of time that she’d
known him-well known OF him, really- he didn’t seem the type to just do things
for people. He was in his own head a lot-something she understood quite well
herself. It was hard to care for other people when you spent so much time in
your own mind. Rick seemed only to care for his daughter and grandchildren when
it suited him so she’d assumed it would be the same for she and her father. His
kindness stirred up something deep in her chest. She caught herself staring at
him as he went on about his travels, promising to take her on an adventure some
time. 
It seemed that this was the first time she really had taken him in. He was
tall, probably a few inches over six feet, wiry, fit, a body built up to be
strong, but agile. His age, which she’d been told was somewhere around late
60s, early 70s, didn’t really show. He looked maybe a touch over fifty, which
was surprising with his level of alcohol consumption. Granted, he was a genius,
so it was heavily possible his body had been modified. With the knowledge of
his work with robotics and genetics, she didn’t doubt it at all. Though that
did leave the question of his bald spot...not that she minded it. There were 20
somethings at her university that had lost more hair than he. Overall, she
found him quite pleasing to look at and realised she might have a crush. She
sighed.  
They decided to pass the pipe back and forth a few more times, their eyes were
red and glazed, Fae couldn’t keep the grin off of her face and didn’t really
care. After a bit more laughter, Rick took a glance at his watch and noticed it
was well past midnight. He got up, stretched, and tousled the young woman’s
hair. “W-well, kiddo, this has been fun, we should-urp-we should do it again
sometime, I think I’m gonna-gonna let you get to sleep.”  Fae yawned and looked
up at the man, nodding and waving goodbye as he left the room. She then
proceeded to turn off her bedroom light and curl up under her comforter, nearly
dozing off. She pulled Rick’s lab coat tightly around herself and sat up. His
lab coat, right. “He’ll probably want this back…” She told herself.
Assuming he had gone to his own room she stepped out into the quiet, unlit
hallway and approached his door, deciding that rather than knock and risk
waking anyone she’d just open it. Pushing it open, she whispered, “Rick? I’ve
got your lab coat…”
 No answer.
She opened the door all the way and found that he wasn’t even in the room. She
stepped inside and looked around, figuring, eh, why not? He had star maps all
over the walls, which were painted a deep gray. In the far corner he had a
double bed with black sheets and a matching comforter set. There was a desk
shoved up against the wall with a computer that looked like someone had thrown
it out a third story window and tried to fix it- definitely ‘out of
commission’- and an old black, cracked leather computer chair. Pretty
nondescript. She turned to leave, only to bump right into the person she was
looking for. She walked right into his chest with an “oompf.” He wrapped his
arms around her involuntarily. ‘Probably just steadying himself,’ she would
later tell herself. Only, he held her close for a moment longer than he
probably should have. She couldn’t deny that she’d enjoyed it.   
Rick looked down at her, a bit of drool leaking from the edge of his mouth, “C-
can I uurrp- help you, kiddo?”
She felt the color come up over her neck and cheeks, “I’m- um- er, you, you
left this” She stammered, awkwardly holding out the coat. He gingerly took it
from her and patted her head.
“Oh-oh- urp- th-thanks.”
Fae nodded and quickly walked back to her room, where she dove under the covers
and fell asleep, imagining Rick was holding her.
 
Rick had enjoyed his night with her. She was so much more than he thought she
would be, being Jerry’s daughter and all.  He hadn’t meant to hold on to her
like that...He was really touchy and emotional when he was drunk or high...and
she felt nice. He stumbled into bed and fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming of
being so much more to her.
 
***** Not Much of an Adventure *****
Chapter Summary
     Rick has too many drugs in his glove box.
Fae pulled herself out of bed the next morning around 8 am. She had a lecture
at 10 and needed to get ready. She stood up and stretched, trying to wake her
body up before she drank her weight in coffee, recalling the dreams she’d had
the night before...So much more than just a hug.
Happy to have the house to herself all morning,  as no one else should be up
this early, she made her way down the stairs and to the kitchen. She reached
for the coffee pot only to see that someone had already made their morning
brew. She looked up to see none other than Rick, pajama clad, holding a mug
between his hands. He nodded at her, as if to say ‘morning,’ and she returned
the favor, but kept her head down as she poured her own cup, mostly to hide the
color that was seeping into her face. She was having difficulty looking him in
the eye after her very, very vivid dreams. Stamping it down as best she could,
she pulled a pop tart out of the cupboard, deciding to take her breakfast into
the living room in an attempt to keep the awkwardness at bay- only to have Rick
saunter in behind her and plop down into a chair across the room.
Fae choked down her poptart and coffee and pulled out a book. She was having
quite a lot of trouble even sitting in the same room as Rick. In her dreams he
had touched her, kissed her...She definitely couldn’t look at him the same.
There was no doubt of the crush, now. And without her social crutch from the
previous night, there was no hope of even a casual morning conversation.
The rest of the time before she headed to class was spent in an uncomfortable
silence, as she read her book and Rick sat back with what looked like VR
goggles strapped to his face. She stood up and left, not thinking to say
goodbye.
 
Had she been paying attention, she’d have noticed the color come over Rick’s
face. She’d have seen the sweat trickle down from his hairline and she’d have
seen the bulge slowly grow in his pants. But she didn’t.
Rick pulled the goggles off when he heard the front door click shut and saw
that Fae had left. He pulled his hand down his face and shook his head. He’d
just spent the last hour watching an alternate version of himself absolutely
giving it to an alternate Fae. He’d have the image of her lips around his cock
ingrained in his brain for...a while. His attraction to the teen made him feel
guilty, to say the least, but he’d already known he was depraved and had been
for a while. So he’d get his rocks off to the alternate versions of himself
that had less self control than he did. It definitely wasn’t the absolute worst
thing he’d ever done….
 
Fae sat through a two hour lecture that she honestly could have given. Better,
even. There were a few key points that the professor seemed to just skim past,
but it wasn’t like she was spending her own money to listen to this guy talk.
So she jotted down her notes, which was most of the work for the class. They’d
have a test in two weeks, the professor had told them, and these notes were the
first half of the study guide.
After the lecture, she decided to go grab some lunch at a local cafe and work
on her thesis. She scored a corner table right by the window. She had an hour
and a half before her next class and figured that with the free wifi here, she
could just hang out. About thirty minutes in, a bleary eyed Rick came bursting
through the door.
He locked eyes with her and motioned for her to follow him out. She assumed
something was amiss at home and quickly packed her things and followed him out
to his...ship? It looked a bit like a junky flying saucer with wheels
underneath it. It was definitely a ship. Cars didn’t take off from the ground
and shoot into space at breakneck speeds. She watched in awe as they zoomed
past stars and planets and came to the conclusion that no, nothing was amiss at
home and also that she would probably be missing her next lecture. She made a
mental note to text her classmate later on for the notes.
“Where are we going, Rick? And where did you get this ship?” She asked the man
incredulously.
He chuckled at her questions, “I made the ship, and we’re going to get some
milkshakes, kid.”
She nodded, of course he made the ship, he was a genius. The milkshakes
though….
“Why? I’m going to miss a lecture….The notes for that class go towards my final
grade…”
He laughed again, this time more heartily. “I told you, school isn’t for smart
people, kid. You’re better off out here, with me and one of the best milkshakes
in the galaxy.”
“I couldn’t agree more, but I’m on scholarship and if I miss too much class
I’ll owe money…” She sighed. A day out and about didn’t sound so
bad...Especially in fucking SPACE.
“I-uuurp-if I recall correctly,” he stammered, “You can miss three full class
days in six months and not have any-any issues.”
Of course he’d done his research. “Kudos to you,” She thought to herself,
sitting back in the worn out leather seat.
 
Were they partying? Eh, no, not so much, but Rick had some fun drugs in his
glove compartment that would make anything feel like a party. He landed the
ship at his intended destination and stepped out, gesturing for Fae to do the
same. He watched her slide out and step gingerly onto the ground. She looked
all around her, taking it all in. He missed that. None of this shit was cool
anymore. Though he could definitely boast that this place had the absolute best
milkshakes in the galaxy. He’d brought Morticia and Summer here a few times,
but now they’d become accustomed to it and weren’t near as excited.
 
Fae could hardly believe she was on an alien planet...Everything was
so...different. The ground was sort of spongy and bouncy. The grass was blue,
and they were surrounded by bioluminescent plants. The sky was both dark and
light, like it was under a sort of purple haze, and they stood in front of an
organically shaped building covered in alien writing. There was a neon sign
near the entry that looked like an ice cream cone. "Is this a diner, Rick?"
He nodded. He’d brought her to a diner. A space diner...for milkshakes...Did he
think she was twelve? She just looked at him. “Rick...y-you know I’m not a
little kid, right?” He smiled at her, jogging back to his ship. She started to
follow behind him but he put up his hand, instructing she stay where she was.
There was a bench nearby, if you could call it that, and she decided to sit and
wait on him. He was in the passenger’s side, digging around for something. When
he stepped out of the ship again, he had a little bag of something in his hand.
He locked the doors behind him and walked back up to her, handing her the
little bag.
 
Fae looked up at him and rose her eyebrow, “What’s that?” He just smiled at her
and held out the bag.
“Why-uuuurp-why don’t you find out, kid.”
She nodded, taking the baggy from his hand and pulling out a little pink pill.
She held it up so she could see it better and cocked her head at him.
“Is this Ex?” She asked.
Rick smiled, he was pretty sure it was just a really potent THC-like substance.
Mostly. There were a lot of drugs in his glove compartment. “What, no, it’s
like weed, but sooooo much stronger.” He was mentally crossing his fingers that
he had grabbed the right pills, otherwise this could go south, fast...
She smiled, far too trusting, and popped the little pill into her mouth. He
followed suit and they headed inside.
He picked out a corner booth and ordered.
Fae sipped on her milkshake, trying to think of something to talk about. It was
a really good milkshake. “This is a-” she started, looking up at Rick. She
hadn’t noticed the drug kicking in until she tilted her head up and started to
tingle. She just trailed off, staring at Rick. Did he always look this good?
She licked her lips absentmindedly.  
“This-uuurp-This is a what, kid?” He asked, waving a hand in her face. She
blinked and tried to pull herself together.
“Oh- it’s a really good milkshake, thanks…” She slipped the straw back into her
mouth, nursing the beverage.
Rick had also begun to feel the drug kick in. ‘Fuck…’ He thought to
himself….This was not the pill he thought it was...No, this was basically what
Fae thought it was...but...more...Like if Ex was on Ex...He was having trouble
keeping himself from staring. He noticed her staring...She was ethereal. His
mind flashed back to that morning...the things he’d seen...he shuddered.
It wasn’t until Fae came up away from the straw, the thick liquid dripping from
the corner of her lips, that he truly started to regret this. He let out a
small moan, images popping into his head. Her mouth on him, sliding up and
down. Then him on top of her, her mouth in a tell tale ‘o’. He ran a hand over
his face. This was so bad.  
 
Fae did not feel like she thought she would at all...it was a whole different
experience. She felt so...so hot….so full of need….so...horny. Her eyes grew
wide, sweat trickled down her face. She decided to lay her head down on the
cool table and close her eyes. “R-Rick?”
“Y-Yeah, kiddo?”
“Are you sure this is supposed to be like weed? It- it doesn’t feel like weed…”
She let out a sigh.
“I don’t- don’t actually know….urp...there are a lot of drugs in my glove
compartment….”
Fae nodded….she was aching. She wanted to touch him.
“I-I think we should go home, Rick...I don’t want to stay here like this….” She
panted.
 
Rick just nodded, fully understanding. He stood up and offered a hand to escort
her to the ship. She was shaking and her skin was hot. He intertwined their
fingers and helped her into the passenger seat. After taking off, she reached
for his hand again and he let her have it. He desperately wanted to pull her
close...smell her skin...He shook his head again and tried to focus on getting
home. He squeezed her hand and smiled at her. He could take care  of this when
he got home..
 
Rick’s hand made her feel safe, but also so much more than that. She wanted to
take his hand and shove it down her pants, to feed the aching need that was
growing in her. Every little bump the ship made sent a jolt of electricity to
her core. There was no way Rick wanted her. He called her kiddo...he took her
out for milkshakes...She’d have to fix this herself.
They pulled into the driveway minutes later and Fae scrambled out of the ship,
running into the house. She needed to take care of this, NOW. She ran up to her
bedroom and stripped down to nothing, jumping under her covers and pulled out
her trusty little battery powered friend. It buzzed delightfully as she slid it
home.
 
Rick felt terrible and wonderful at the same time. His skin tingled, everything
was vivid. He watched Fae’s breasts bounce as she ran inside, biting back his
arousal. He noticed she didn’t have her bag with her and, feeling bad about
this whole situation, as it was definitely his fault, he grabbed it and took it
up to her room. When he approached her door he heard a distinct...buzzing
noise, accompanied by the girl's noises of pleasure. His stomach dropped and
his member expanded, he was so hard it hurt. He dropped her bag outside of her
door and ran to his own room.
Hearing her moans through the door had ripped something open inside him.
Something primal and full of need. He fell back onto his bed, kicked off his
pants and pulled on his alternate reality goggles. He didn’t have to flip
through any channels to find what he wanted. It seemed this alternate version
of himself had spent most of the day pleasuring her. His eyes adjusted to Fae,
bent over the kitchen table, white-knuckling the table cloth as Rick rammed
himself into her. It didn’t take long for him to bring himself to orgasm,
quickly followed by another, and another still. He eventually passed out,
covered in his own seed.
 
Fae had managed to soak through her sheets after a couple of hours and rather
than let herself pass out in them she decided to throw them into the wash and
hop in the shower. She was still feeling the residual effects of the pill so
the water felt amazing. It felt like tiny fingers, gently running over her
whole body. She let out an involuntary moan.
 
Rick didn’t sleep for long, the cool breeze from his open window making him
shiver awake. He decided to take a shower. Throwing on a bathrobe, he walked
out of his room and over to the bathroom. He sighed in mild irritation when he
heard that someone was already in the shower. It was only around 5 pm, so Jerry
and Beth were still at work, and Rick recalled that Summer and Morticia were
staying over at a friends house for the evening, so it should have only been he
and Fae at home. Just to be sure, though, he knocked on her bedroom door. When
she didn’t answer, he pushed it open. She’d stripped her bed, the room smelled
like female heat, and she’d left her vibrator openly on her bedside table. He
felt the fire start low in his belly, turned and closed the door behind him and
sauntered over to the bathroom. He leaned his head against the door and
listened to the sound of the running water. He really needed to shower.
Beth and Jerry’s shower was bigger and nicer and had a giant shower head. He
rinsed himself off well and decided to go and work on a project downstairs to
help get his mind off of... all of this.
 
After Fae got out of the shower and put her bedding into the washing machine,
she realized she was really tired. In her light mental buzz she decided that
she would take a nap in Rick’s room. His bed was surprisingly neat. She climbed
in and cozied up under the covers, wearing nothing but an oversized T shirt and
a pair of boyshort style panties. She loved the way his bed smelled. Sleeping
here was like he was holding her close. She felt herself dozing off not long
after her head nestled into the pillow.
 
Rick had gotten into his work and spent a few hours fiddling with an invention,
taking the occasional swig from his flask of strange alcohol. As he went to put
the finishing touches on a machine he reached for one of his tools and came up
empty handed. He had accidentally left it in his bedroom the night before. He
sighed to himself and begrudgingly made his way up to his room, figuring he’d
change his pants while he was up there anyways, as he was getting uncomfortable
zipper marks on his cock and it was just overall unpleasant.
He opened the door and flicked on the light to see Fae, curled up under his
comforter, fast asleep. Her short auburn hair was splayed out over the pillow
like an angel's halo. He bit his lip to keep from making any noise and decided
he would just grab what he needed to and go. He didn’t want to wake her, she
just looked so...peaceful.  
The tool he needed was on his bedside table, right in front of her. This was
troublesome,  as he was drunk and the floor on that side of the bed was
littered with crumpled up paper,  various computer parts, and other tripping
hazards.  He needed to be especially careful.  The first few steps we're fine,
 and he felt confident that he'd be able to get the tool and go back down
stairs without a hitch. Of course, he tripped.
He somehow managed to fling himself onto the bed and directly on top of the
sleeping young woman. She groaned and slowly opened her eyes.  Ricks face was
inches from hers,  nearly level with her neck. He took in an involuntary
breath… She smelled heavenly of lilacs and chamomile.  His pulse thumped hard
in his groin.  She looked down at him and it was as though time slowed down
while he watched the color spread from the neckline of her T shirt,  up over
her face.   He threw himself back as hard as he could- ‘Nope,’ he thought,
 ‘not letting this happen…’ He snatched the tool and sprinted back down to the
garage as fast as he could manage.  He wasn't about to let himself touch an
underage girl.  Sure,  he lacked in the moral department,  and he wasn't going
to stop lusting after her,  but he'd at least wait until after she was legal
and could consent before he would push the envelope…
 
***** Happy Birthday *****
Chapter Summary
     Fae get's ditched on her night out for her birthday and Rick finds
     her drinking alone so he decides to give her a birthday present she
     won't soon forget. This is the smut. Also daddy kink...
Over a month had passed since Rick had taken Fae out for milkshakes. If she
didn't already have feelings for him before,  she DEFINITELY had them now.  She
couldn't even make eye contact with him at the dinner table and made a point of
keeping her head down at home,  spending most of her time in her room. He
haunted her dreams.  She'd wake up in the middle of the night,  panting,  still
feeling the ghost of his lips against her skin.  She'd gone through three packs
of AA batteries now and it just didn't feel like her vibrator was cutting it
anymore.  She wanted him to touch her.  She wanted to feel him inside of her.
 She hoped that going clubbing with her two new college friends for her
birthday the coming weekend would help take her mind off of him.  
 
     Rick could feel himself slowly losing his grip on his self control.  He
heard her moaning his name while she slept.  He'd poked his head in her room a
few times out of curiosity to find her touching herself in the middle of a
dream,  her face contorted in ecstasy.  He wanted to be the reason behind it.
 He knew that,  in a way,  he was,  and was thoroughly jealous of the version
of himself that was making her so very wet at night.  He had quickly realized
that he didn't know if he would make it until her birthday,  especially because
he didn't even know when it was.  He'd ask one of the other members of their
weird little family,  but knew it would come off as strange to have more
interest in his newly-adult step granddaughter than the two grandkids he'd
watched grow up.  He even thought about making a fake Facebook account in order
to find out.
    He struck gold when he came down the stairs one morning.  Beth was talking
to Jerry over coffee.
    “So,  is Fae doing something special for her birthday this weekend?” She
asked.
    Jerry thought for a second,  “yeah,  I think she's hanging out with some
friends from one of her college classes.  She mentioned it the other day when I
took her out to lunch. I'm glad she has some friends… I used to worry she'd
just be by herself forever.”
    Beth nodded and took a few sips of her coffee.  “Should we do something for
her?  Throw a little surprise part,  maybe?”
    Rick decided to butt in.  “She's-uuurp-turning 18, not 11, sweetie.  It's-
its a nice thought but kids her age- people of that age group just aren't into
that kind of thing. If I'd have thrown you a party instead-uuurp- instead of
letting you go out,  you'd likely have-have set the house on fire just-just for
fun.”
 
    Jerry jumped,  not expecting to see Rick awake this early,  unaware that
the man had been unable to sleep due to his explicit thoughts about his own
daughter.  Beth simply nodded in agreement.  “That's true.  I suppose family is
a bit of a drag at that age.  She'll come to love us later on…”
 
   
 
  Fae’s birthday had finally arrived and she was excited to go out with her new
friends and celebrate.  She'd fabricated a very passable fake ID to get into
the nightclub,  and dressed in a way that left a little to the imagination but
exposed enough to garner the attention of someone more…. Mature… She was
kidding herself if she said she wasn't trying to look good for Rick.  Her top
was tight,  but covered most of her torso and had long sleeves,  the collar
dipping just enough to catch the very top of her cleavage.  She wore skinny
leather pants that accentuated her assets,  and high heeled boots that made her
calves look divine.  She managed a Smokey eye look and donned a nude lip.  She
almost looked like an agent from a Bond film.  She felt sexy and confident.
 She was ready to get wrecked.  
    About an hour after she got into the club,  and three shots in,  she got
ditched.  ‘So much for friends… ‘ she thought to herself.  At this point,  her
night began to feel like a waste and she just wanted to leave.  As she was
about to hop off of her bar stool and head out,  someone tapped her on the
shoulder.  Thinking it was one of her ‘friends’ she swung around,  a few choice
words in mind.  But as she opened her mouth,  she saw that it was Rick.  He
almost didn't look like himself.  He'd put on a black dress shirt and some
slacks and was wearing a necklace.  He looked really nice.  She swooned.  “H-
hey,” she said,  hoping he couldn't see her blushing in the dim club lights.  
 
    She looked amazing.  It was as though she'd dressed for him.  She'd even
curled her hair.  It was fucking hot.  He felt a bit foolish,  having donned
what he considered his ‘party clothes.’ She was blushing, too.  Rick just
wanted to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder.  
 
    “Where are your-uurp-your friends?” He asked her.  She looked to her toes.
    “I got ditched…” She mumbled.  
   “What? It's loud as shit-loud as fucking shit in here, hon, where are your-
your friends?  Why are you sitting here-sitting-uurp- here drinking alone on
your fucking- your God damned birthday??”  
   A tear trailed down her face,  taking some of the dark makeup with it.  Rick
frowned.  
   “Did- did you get fucking-urrp- ditched?” He looked visibly upset now.  She
just nodded.  
 
    He was furious.  Who the fuck did these assholes think they we're,  taking
 her out for her fucking birthday and leaving her at the bar to get fucking
wasted by herself?  He'd spent too many nights in that exact spot to ever let
her just sit there.  He looked hard at her face… She was crying.  His heart
sunk.  
    “H-hey,” he said,  propping her chin up with his index finger,  “none of-of
that shit,  got it? Fuck-fuck those stupid bitches,  alright?” He tried to give
her his most endearing smile.  He wasn't very good at this…
    She nodded and dabbed her eyes with a napkin,  a tired smile coming over
her face.  
    “D-do you wanna get out of here?” He asked her.  Her smile brightened just
a bit.  
    “Abso-fucking-lutely” she said.  
 
    She eagerly climbed into Rick’s ship and put on her seat belt.  He jumped
in the other side after making a quick phone call and soon they were over the
clouds and headed out of the atmosphere.  They travelled for about an hour
before he landed the ship on a lush,  green planet.  
    “Where are we?” She asked,  not trying to hide the wonderment from her
face.
    “This-uurp-this is Arelaxen 3, it’s a-it’s the best fucking spa in the
galaxy.  I booked us for the-for the whole weekend…” He trailed off.  
    “The whole weekend?” She rose an eyebrow.  She'd never even had a massage,
 let alone spent a whole damn weekend at a spa.  And she got to spend it with
him...she felt warmth low in her belly and shivered a bit.  
 
   They checked in at the front desk with an extremely tall-she really couldn't
pinpoint their gender,  but they were very nice. She and Rick were then ushered
to their room.  It was a massive suite,  with a giant tv and a balcony with a
hot tub that looked over the expansive jungle that covered a majority of the
planet.   Everything was breathtaking.  The attendant that brought them to
their room had told them their masseurs would be up to fetch them in about an
hour and instructed they change into some fluffy complimentary bath robes.
After the attendant left, Rick pulled out a bottle of alien liqueur.  
   Rick’s body was absolutely vibrating.  He was surprised he could book with
this little notice. Not horribly surprised,  as the owner of the spa owed him
one.  But even then,  this time of year, less than an hours’ notice,  and the
grand suite… It was perfect.  He'd make a note to leave a hefty tip-not
something he usually did as he didn't feel it was deserved.  He hadn't had
anything to drink all day,  as he'd wanted to have a clear head.  He really
didn't want to fuck this up.  It scared him a bit.  He was used to the sexual
stuff.  One and done,  hit it and quit it- but this was different.  He wanted
to spoil Fae.  He wanted her to purr under his touch and to never leave his
side.  He wasn't sure if he liked this…. Whatever it was… But for now,  he'd
see where it went.  
     When he pulled out his alien liquor,  he wasn't sure if she'd want any.
 Her facial expressions spoke for her,  indicating not.  Having thought ahead,
 he pulled out a little baggy of purple weed.  Her eyes lit up. ‘That's my
girl…’ He thought.  
     Watching her put her mouth to his pipe, he had to hold his breath.  Her
plump lips pursed as she pulled the smoke into her lungs… He threw the bottle
back and gulped a third of it down.  She coughed hard and passed the pipe back
to him.  He'd originally intended for it to be her birthday gift but,  eh, he
liked being crossfaded.  He finished off the bowl in one hit and leaned back on
the overstuffed love seat after stowing the pipe away.  His gaze wandered back
to her,  curled up next to him,  a shit eating grin plastered across her face.
 
    “We should-uur-we should change… Into-into the robes I mean… “ he
stammered. She nodded and grabbed her robe,  traipsing off to the bedroom.  He
wondered if she'd realised there was only one bed,  yet.
 
Fae’s skin was ablaze.  The herb Rick had given her was absolutely fucking
delightful.  She had taken two hits and was floating. So much that she forgot
to close the door to the bedroom when she went to change.  She wasn't sure if
it was the weed or the alcohol or just the surrealness of it all,  but she was
feeling pretty confident. Confident and a bit frisky.  She slid off her top,
her back still to the door.
 
    Rick wasn't sure if she'd simply forgotten to close the door or if she was
intentionally teasing him.  She was standing in plain view,  back to him.  He
thought she'd realize after she kicked off her boots,  but she just… Kept
undressing. Her top had taken an agonizingly long time to come off,  then she
unclasped her bra with one hand, letting it slowly fall down her arms and
quickly discarding it.  She then moved to her tight leather pants,  which she
painstakingly shimmied out of,  exposing her black,  Lacey panties and lightly
bouncing her perfectly round ass.  Rick felt his pulse quicken. He told himself
he should look away,  at least pretend he hadn't just watched her undress,  but
he couldn't take his eyes off of her.  She slid on her robe and tied it in a
bow in the front.  Rick managed to look away right as she turned around,  but
he couldn't get rid of the flush that was quickly making it's way up his neck.
 What a fucking tease…
 
    When Fae turned around she noticed the door and momentarily went into
shock... Rick was staring off into the corner,  as if he'd zoned out.  Maybe he
hadn't seen her,  she thought,  or he just looked away out of respect.  She
centered herself and plopped down on the couch,  reaching for Ricks strange
bottle of liquor.  He turned to face her and she noticed his eyes were very
dilated.  Logically she knew that there was no way that he was drunk yet, his
tolerance was far too high.  “You-um-you left the door open…” He said,  taking
the cap off of the bottle and pouring her a glass.  She felt the color come
over her cheeks.  He pulled at the collar of his shirt as sweat began to
trickle down his face.  
    She sipped on the glass he handed her and looked at her toes.  When she
looked up,  Rick was unbuttoning his shirt.  He was looking right at her.  Her
mouth fell agape.
 
    If she could tease him,  he was going to make her absolutely miserable.
She'd be aching with need by the end of the day,  begging for him to take her.
 She started at him as he slowly took off his clothes and discarded them on the
floor.  He slipped on his robe and tied a messy knot in the front of it,
 making sure the majority of his chest stayed exposed.  Her face turned red,
 she threw back the rest of her drink and pulled her knees to her chest.  Rick
sat back down on the loveseat and let her stew in the silence.  Before long,
 there was a knock at the door.  They each followed their masseuse to their
private room.  
 
    Fae wasn't sure she could make it through a full body massage.  Rick’s
little performance had set her on fire.  She was relieved to take her robe off
when they got to her private massage.  It was hot… She was hot… All the massage
did was let the heat ebb and flow.  She felt amazing but what she really wanted
on her body was Rick.  It got to a point that she couldn't take it anymore and
had to tell the masseuse she needed to go back to the room.  They politely
obliged and when she was finally alone in the room,  she threw her robe on the
sofa and laid back on the bed.  She removed her panties,  which were so wet at
this point that she really ought to not have them on anyways,  and she ran her
hand over her slit.  She was absolutely sopping.  She groaned at the contact of
her own flesh,  so wishing it were him…
 
    Rick had been halfway through his massage- a massage he'd needed quite
badly- when Fae’s masseuse poked her head in his room and told him she'd left
early.  He was worried then,  was she okay,  he wondered.   Sitting up,  he
instructed his own masseur that he, too, would be cutting it early, and made
his way back to the suite.  When he pushed the door open he heard Fae’s erratic
breathing.  At first he thought she might be crying,  but when he walked in
front of the bedroom doorway,  he saw her sprawled out on the bed,  touching
herself.  His knees nearly gave out at the sight.  
    Her eyes were closed,  and the door had been quiet,  so she had yet to
notice his intrusion.  He discarded what was left of his clothes and crawled
onto the bed,  not stopping until he was over her. Feeling the bed move,  her
eyes snapped open.  She opened her mouth in shock. Rick gave her a wicked grin
and pressed his mouth to hers.  She nearly melted beneath him in a whimper.  
 
   Fae’s head was swimming.  Rick seemed to have just materialized when she
needed him the most.  His kisses were passionate and fevered. He was over her,
 not touching her anywhere but her face at first,  then slowly he came down on
top of her,  running a hand down the side of her body and gripping her hip.
 She wrapped one arm around his neck,  pulling him closer, tangling the other
hand in his hair.  He pulled away and grabbed the hand she’d been using to
touch herself, sliding his tongue over her fingers. She moaned and bit her lip.
He leaned back down and kissed down her jaw, stopping just by her ear, he
whispered huskily in her ear,  “Is this what you wanted,  baby?”
    Fae bit her lip and nodded.  He came back down,  much harder this time.
 Her body was screaming for attention.  
 
    She was like butter in Rick's hands.  He couldn't think straight. Her body
was stronger than any drug he'd ever tried. She practically purred as he kissed
down her neck.  She let out a guttural moan when he lightly nibbled her ear.
 He hadn't even touched her where it counted yet and she was squirming beneath
him. He quickly flipped onto his back,  pulling her on top of him.  She was
straddling his hips now,  his cock between her lips.  She was dripping.  She
rocked her hips,  rubbing her slit up and down his shaft.  He threw his head
back and bit his lip.  He looked back up at her,  a wicked grin on her face.
 ‘Not fair’ he thought,  flipping them back over.  She landed on her back with
a surprised “oomph.” it was his turn to grin as he slowly worked two long
fingers inside her.  She bucked her hips into his hand and screwed her eyes
closed.  He swirled his fingers,  hitting her G spot.  She was twitching into
his hand,  moaning. “Unngh… Fuck… Rick… “ his cock twitched.  
    “That's right baby,  say my name…” He coached her.  
 
    His fingers felt like heaven,  she couldn't imagine what his impressive
cock felt like.  She'd never been with anyone so big…
“Rick…” She said between pants… “Please… Please…”
 
     “What baby?  Tell me what you want…” He chided.  Feeling her walls tense
around his fingers as he vigorously attacked her g spot.
   “F-fuuuck,  Rick….” She panted,  “p-p-please… Fu-fuck… I need… uuunnnghhh…”
  He kissed her hard on the lips,  not letting her finish her thought,  and
slipped his fingers out of her.  She gripped his hair,  sending beautifully
painful shocks to his diamond hard cock.  He groaned into her mouth and
positioned himself in front of her canal.  She had already soaked the bedding.
 He slowly pressed into her,  giving her ample time to adjust to his size. She
dug her nails down his back.  Rick pinned her arms above her head… “If you
don't stop that…. I-i won't be able to control myself…” He growled.  
She looked him straight in the eye and grinned,  biting her lip.  He pushed
into her still,  agonizingly slow.  She surprised him,  angling herself upward
and biting his neck.  He closed his eyes and his body tensed.  He let out a
guttural growl and slammed his full length into her,  still pinning her down.
Her eyes rolled back in her head.  
 
He was so big. She felt so full. She wanted- no, needed more. She started to
press his buttons, clenching and unclenching her walls, daring him. His eyes
squeezed closed as he tried to concentrate through her assault. She wasn’t sure
how much she could do underneath him like this, pinned down. She rotated her
hips.
 
“F-F-Fae….” Rick panted, “I- I fucking swear...I won’t be able to-to stop...I
don’t...I don’t want to hurt you, babe…” He was serious. He was in agony, she
was hitting every nerve. He released her hands and moved slowly at first. He
wanted to pull out all the stops, to throttle her. She moaned beneath him,
digging her nails into his back. He let his breath out with a shudder and
lowered his face to his ear. “Does b-baby want daddy to fuck her?” He growled.
She gripped the back of his head and groaned, “Y-yesss….F-fuck me, daddy…” it
was all she needed to say. He lifted her right leg so her knee was over his
shoulder and pushed himself as deep as her body allowed quickly working up his
rhythm. She felt like fire around him, nearly screaming as he drove himself
into her over and over.  
Fae felt as though she’d left her body. It was as though she was above them,
watching Rick pound into her needy flesh. He gripped her ass so hard there’d be
bruises. “Fuck- baby- you’re so tight. Y-you’re so wet for daddy….” He groaned.
She loved him calling her baby. It only added to the mess they were making. She
felt her orgasm coming. Her moans began to raise in pitch, her limbs started to
shake. “Y-Yesss” He hissed in her ear, “Cum for daddy...cum…”
“I-I...I’m….I’m cumming, daddy….Fu- uuuuhh….” her body began to spasm as he
sent her over the edge.
 
She squeezed his cock so hard it almost hurt, milking him as she came, pulling
him towards his own orgasm. “Cum for me, daddy,” she purred in his ear as he
shot his seed into her…
“Fuck- fuck yes...baby...take daddy’s cum...fuck...uuughhh..” Rick groaned,
collapsing on top of her. She nuzzled his neck and wrapped her arms around him.
He froze for a moment, not used to the affection, before wrapping his arms
around her and rolling over onto his side, pulling her with him.
 
***** A 'Real' Adventure *****
Chapter Summary
     Some hot tub play-time and a trip to another dimension that leads
     into what we can only assume is a weird threesome.
It didn’t take long for Fae to fall asleep. Rick held her close, her face
pressed into his chest. She smelled like lilac and chamomile...and sex. He
wasn’t tired at all, in fact, he could probably go again. He watched as she
snored softly, running his fingers through her short red hair. Her makeup was
smeared, hair a mess-absolutely beautiful. He felt his pleasure beginning to
rise again. His quickly hardening cock pressed into her stomach as she slept.
He bit his lip. He wanted her again-he would have her again…
 
Fae stirred when she felt Rick move away. She opened her eyes to look at him,
pouting. “Wha-” She started, her eyes falling to his erect manhood. His stamina
was surprising. She bit her lip, feeling the moisture beginning to build
between her legs. It had only been maybe an hour since they’d finished the
first round and while she could definitely go again, she’d assumed that Rick
would need some time to...recuperate.
He stretched and held his hand out to her to lead her out of the room. He
pulled her out onto the balcony and got into the hot tub. It bubbled and
steamed, but she noticed that it didn’t look like there was water in it….it
flowed like water, but it was lilac in color, and when she lowered herself into
the liquid she noticed a slight difference in viscosity. It was a bit oily, and
it made her body tingle. “Rick...what is this?” she asked him, cupping some of
it into her hands and letting it run back into the hot tub.
He smiled at her, a devilish grin. “It’s-it’s a bit-urp- like lube, you could
say...It makes for easier-easier skin-on-skin contact...Ha-have you ever tried
to fuck in-urp-in a hot tub, doll?” Fae had not, but she was well aware of
water’s inability to provide adequate lubrication.
“Why…” Fae shuddered at the tingling sensation that was covering her body, “Why
does it tingle…?”
Rick’s grin widened, he swooped over to her, bringing his head down, mouth
level with her ear, “Does it feel good, baby…” He whispered, huskily.
“Mmmhmmm,” fae nodded, feeling the flush come over her. She could feel Rick
pressing up against her stomach at this angle. He was so hard…
 
Rick was having trouble thinking with the lusty haze filling his mind. He
wanted to be inside of her again-now that he knew how amazing she felt, he
couldn’t get enough. He nipped at her earlobe, eliciting a sigh of pleasure,
and pushed himself to the other side of the hot tub, sitting back and relaxing
his head against the padded headrest, crooking his finger at her in a ‘come-
hither’ motion. She bit her lip and made her way over to him. He pulled her
into his lap, her legs straddling his. When their faces were level, he lightly
pressed his lips to hers, running his hands up the sides of her supple body.
He didn’t expect her next move. She pulled his lower lip into her mouth,
nibbling it between her teeth, and ground her hips into him. His cock twitched,
aching to be inside. She lowered her hand into the ‘water’ and positioned him
in front of her entrance. He wasted no time shoving his full length into her
heat. She let out a gasp that soon transformed into a guttural moan as she
rocked her hips.
 
With the addition of the hot, tingling liquid, Fae could feel everything so
much more than before. In this position she had most of the control and could
keep him deep, rubbing the head of his member over her most sensitive spots
until she could feel her rapidly building orgasm approaching. “F-f-
fuck...Rick...Daddy...I’m...I’m gonna cum….mmm” she moaned.
 
He loved her calling him Daddy...He growled in response, gripping her hips as
she rode him. He wouldn’t be far behind. “Th-that’s right, baby….c-cum on
daddy’s cock…” he panted, watching lustily as she threw her head back and her
body began to shake. Her canal convulsed around him, nearly pushing him all the
way out of her as the orgasm racked her body. Before he could finish, she got
up and turned around, looking over her shoulder at  him as she stood. He rose
an eyebrow and was about to speak out about what he considered a cruelty-
“I want you to fuck my ass, daddy…” She told him, bending over the edge of the
hot tub, shaking her round, plump little behind. He jumped up in excitement,
splashing over to where she lay, exposed and waiting. The hot tub was only
waist deep, so bending over the edge lifted half of her ass out of the water.
Rick couldn’t help himself, he lightly slapped her exposed rear, watching as it
jiggled. “Please daddy…” She begged.
He pressed himself over her little rosebud and was mildly surprised how easily
he slid inside. She was still very tight, but the lubricant in the water made
it a breeze. She gasped as he slowly worked his way into her. “Mmmmh...f-fuck
me, daddy….” She groaned, pressing herself back against him until he was fully
sheathed in her, pulling a groan from his lips. He reached up and grabbed a
fist full of her hair, pulling her head back as he worked up a rhythm. The
slapping of skin was barely audible over the sounds of the young woman’s noises
of pleasure.
Rick let go of her hair, digging his hands into her hips and laying his
forehead on her back as he felt himself nearing climax. She shuddered beneath
him, orgasming for the second time, as he shot rope after rope of hot seed into
her. He slowly pulled out of her and pushed himself back into the hot tub’s
built-in seat, pulling her down with him.
She nuzzled her head back into his chest, panting. “I-I’ve never cum so-so hard
in my life….” he chuckled in approval.




After showering off the hot tub substance, Fae realized that she hadn’t eaten
in several hours and that perhaps the lightheaded feeling that had overcome her
might not only be because of the many substances she’d imbibed with her mature
lover. “Hey, Rick?”
“Y-yeah, doll?” He looked over at her, drying his hair from the shower.
“Can we order room service or something? I haven’t eaten since lunch.” She felt
her stomach gurgle, as if to nod in approval.
“Drawer next to the-the bed, and call-urp- call for new sheets, too, babe...we-
we can’t sleep on those…” He said slyly. She blushed and pulled the menu out of
the bedside drawer, realizing that while she spoke several different languages,
this was not one of them. She didn’t hear Rick come up behind her. “Want me to
order?” She jumped.
“Would you?” she asked.
He nodded, taking the menu from her hands and flipping through the pages.
 
When their food arrived, Rick dug right in, no stranger to intergalactic
cuisine. Fae looked utterly confused. She picked up a piece of silverish fried
meat. He had forgotten how new all of this was to her. “It-urp-it’s like fried
chicken,” he said, “There’s a species of bird on this planet very similar, it’s
just metallic in color.” She nodded, gingerly taking a bite.
 
‘Shiny fried chicken’ Fae thought, ‘every minute I’m here I’m reminded of how
very far we are from Earth…’
 
When they finished eating, Rick instructed she put clothes on.
“I didn’t bring any but what I was wearing…”
“Check the drawers,” He suggested.
She opened the drawers to find an assortment of clothes, varying from dresses
to casual wear, to bondage gear. She pulled a choker out of the drawer and held
it up. Rick came up behind her, surprising her again-he seemed to get a kick
out of making her jump. He pulled the choker from her hands and fastened it
around her neck, turning her around to face the mirror on the opposite wall,
still standing behind her with hands on her shoulders. She watched him bite his
lip. “Y-you should definitely keep that on….” He grinned down at her. It
definitely didn’t look bad.
She turned to face him, dropping her robe to the floor, “What should I wear….”
She asked him, teasing.
He gave her a once over with his eyes. “I-if it were up to me, babe…” he
stepped back, admiring the view, reaching up to cup one of her breasts in his
hand, “You’d be like this...all the time…” She shivered under his touch,
feeling her nipples harden. He kissed her on the temple and pulled away,
walking over to the chest of drawers. He pulled out a long sleeved black t
shirt, similar to the one she’d worn the night before but with a slightly lower
neckline, a bright red, lacy bra and panty set, a pair of skinny jeans, and a
pair of combat boots with boot socks. After he set everything on the bed he
walked out of the room, saying nothing.
 
She sure did know how to push his buttons. Few of his partners in the past had
cared to know his kinks, even fewer cared to appease him. Fae seemed
legitimately interested in him. She wanted to please him just as much as he did
her. She let him take control enough to torture him. He couldn’t say he’d never
been this turned on before, but it had definitely been a long time. He felt
like he was in his 20s again.
Before Fae came out of the bedroom Rick threw his own clothes on. He stuck to
mostly black like the night before,but threw his lab coat over top of it- more
pockets. When Fae stepped out he felt a growl start up, low in his throat. He
had a weird thing for goth chicks...always had-perhaps it was the closeness to
bondage culture. She sauntered over to him, hips swaying with every step, and
pressed something into his hand. It was another choker. He tilted his head at
her, giving her a questioning look. “What’s wrong with the one you’re
wearing…?” He held up the second choker, examining it...it looked just like the
one she was wearing, only a tad larger- ‘Oh,’ he thought, understanding. He
fastened the jewelry around his own neck, a sly grin transforming her face.
“You- you like it?” He asked, brow raised. She nodded, looping an index finger
through the hoop at the front, pulling his face level with her own and planting
a kiss, solid on his lips. He grabbed the sides of her face and fought himself
from throwing her on the nearby sofa right then and ripping her clothes to
shreds. He pushed himself back.He wanted to take her somewhere first, other
things could follow after. If he was being honest with himself, he knew that
other things would most assuredly come.
Fae bit her lip and looked up at him, “So,” she sighed, “Where are we going?
It’s getting late…”
“I-urp-I have to meet someone for some parts. Also drugs...they have drugs and
I thought you-urp-you could come with me?” He held out a slender hand, using
the other to pull his portal gun from his pocket. She took his hand as the
swirling green portal opened up- he stepped through, pulling her behind him.
Stepping through the portal was like stepping through a void of whiteness that
felt like nothing. She was briefly weightless before her feet connected with
pavement. She looked around and found herself in a sprawling utopian city built
like a sci fi movie written in the 1920s. There was art deco everywhere she
could see and a strange meld of the fashions of the 20s and the late
2010s...Not just on humans, either, there were plenty of multi-limbed beings
going about their day as well. Rick continued to pull her behind him, paying no
attention to the swirling mass of beings that surrounded them.
They crossed the busy street and traversed down a concrete stairwell that led
them to a city transit subway station. Rick scanned a card at the turnstile and
they got on the train just as it pulled in. He shoved his way to a back car
where he sat in one of the far seats, pulling her into his lap. She looked over
at him to find him staring lazily at her. She kissed him on the tip of his
nose, eliciting a grin. They sat this way for about ten minutes before Rick
nudged her up with his knee and pressed her towards the exit.
They went up a similar flight of stairs and out onto a slightly less busy
street. The sky had begun to darken and there were floating streetlights at
every block. They wove down a few streets and ended up in front of one of many
high rise buildings that dotted the landscape. This one stood a bit taller than
the ones that surrounded it, like a needle into the sky. Rick made his way
through the revolving door, Fae in towe. They stopped in front of a reception
desk where a tall blonde humanoid woman sat. Her skin was holographic and her
eyes were solid black. Even so, she was entrancingly beautiful.
“How may I assist you, Mr. Sanchez?” She asked calmly, paying Fae no attention.
“You know who I’m here to see. He-urp- he should be expecting us.”
She nodded and pressed something out of view in front of her and ushered them
towards the elevator to the left. It dinged as it opened. Rick pressed the
button for the penthouse and up they went. Fae thought the length of time it
took to reach the top was far too short before remembering that this society
seemed a bit more advanced than back home. When the doors swished open there
was...another Rick on the other side of the threshold.
 
Rick realized he’d forgotten to explain the whole-multiverse-thing to Fae when
the elevator opened. He watched as his alternate self pulled his lover into the
room and quickly followed. He spun Fae and gave her more than just a once over.
He’d told this Rick about her in one of their drunken chats. He supposed, when
it came down to it, he was one of his ‘friends,’ in the vaguest sense. The
other man pushed Fae into a rolling chair near by and rolled her down the hall,
into his lab. “Rick…” She looked back and forth between the two men.
 
She was sitting in an over stuffed office chair in the middle of this
doppelganger's lab. He pulled out a helmet looking device that had wires coming
out of it at all sides- likely something to scan her brain? But why? She looked
between the two men. There were some big differences, not counting clothes. Her
Rick’s hair was wild while the other’s was combed into a controlled chaos, and
the other man looked quite a bit younger. Nearly 30 years, she’d guess.
The strange new place had all of her senses on alert. She had made a note of
all of the exits, what could be used as a weapon. For all intents and purposes,
she was a scientist, too, and that comforted her, she was in her element. She
watched, almost in slow motion, as the younger Rick came towards her with the
strange helmet. As he reached up to place the device on her head, she nodded
away and glared up at him. “What is that?” She asked.
This new Rick seemed a bit too cocky for his own good. Rather than answer her
question, he just grinned and proceeded to come at her again. As he reached to
place the helmet on her head, she used the chair beneath her to propel herself
upwards, sideways, to plant both of her feet into his chest, sending him flying
back on his ass. She landed in a crouched position. Her Rick stepped to her
side and offered her a hand up. She nodded and took it, standing up.
Fae had taken several years of self defense training. Her mother had signed her
up for classes at age five and she’d been practicing since. She’d never told
Rick this, but he was definitely aware, now. “R-urp-remind me- remind me to n-
never get on your bad side….” he stammered, grinning.
The other man was on his feet, now, arms around his midsection. “J-jesus
fucking christ, chick, what the fuck?” He said through clenched teeth.
“I asked you what it was- why would I let some strange man put some fucking
shit on my head without knowing what the fuck it is? Would you?” She shook her
head at him.
“I-urp-I told you she was feisty…” Her Rick chuckled.
The other man stretched and picked up the helmet off the floor. “It’s to test
your brain function. Look.” He placed it on his own head and turned the monitor
on the nearby desk to face them. “It’s not a weapon-Z64c said that you’re like
us...I wanted to see for myself…” He pointed to the read out on the screen,
showing the realtime scan of his brain. It was crazy to see it on the screen
like that. From what she knew of the function of a regular brain scan, so many
more sections of his brain were functioning at a higher capacity. The emotional
centers of the brain seemed a bit behind, though, but with so much energy going
towards memory and problem solving, it was no wonder. She knew she spent most
of her time with a likely similar level of apathy. “I’m sorry for kicking you…”
She sighed, watching the screen. It quickly went dark as he took the helmet off
of his own head.
“It’s fine...I get it.” He ushered her back into the seat before placing the
device on her head. The screen lit back up in almost an identical way. There
was a bit more activity in the emotion centers of her brain, but that was to be
expected given the current situation. You could also see from the scan that she
was indeed, on high alert.
“Fuck….” The Ricks said in unison, staring at the screen. She turned her head
to look at them.
 
He knew she was fucking genius, but not to this extent. She wasn’t quite on par
with himself, but he had more than twice her years under his belt. She’d
already surpassed his own genius at her age. It was definitely HOT to know how
intelligent she was. He knew the other man would feel the same, especially
given his mirrored reaction.
“And-And you said she was a Jerry’s daughter??” the other Rick asked,
incredulously.
“Y-urp-yeah. My dimension’s Jerry isn’t quite as dimwitted. He’s still subpar
for Beth, but not as bad as say, FJ94...And Fae’s mother was quite intelligent.
I believe she got it from her. “
He nodded, lost in thought.
“Sooo-” Fae butted in… “I was told there’d be drugs….”
That pulled a laugh from the two men- It was like someone made her for him.
 
The younger Rick stepped out of the room, leaving Fae with her own Rick. She
had taken off the helmet and was rolling around the lab. When the door wooshed
closed she stood up and walked over to Rick, who was leaning back against the
wall, one leg bent with his foot behind him. He was staring off into space,
hands in his pockets, his brow furrowed in thought. She stood on her tiptoes to
kiss his neck. He jumped, shivered visibly and looked down at her. She bit her
lip, looking up at him.
Rick swooped her up, wrapping her legs around his narrow waist and pressed his
mouth to hers, leaning her back against the wall for stability. She nearly
melted into him as the other man came sauntering back into the room.
“When you’re done there, I have the party favors…”  he said.
They pulled apart, Fae’s legs sliding down slowly until her feet hit the floor,
and they looked over at him. He had a bowl in his hands. At first it looked
like a bowl of candy or something, but when her eyes focused more she could see
all the little assorted baggies of fun.
The younger Rick ushered them out of the room, down the hall, and into what she
could only assume was the den.
 
While Fae smoked some interdimensional weed, the two Ricks craved something a
little harder. The younger-looking man pulled out an ornate glass pipe with a
spherical bowl and placed a little pink crystal inside before taking a mini
torch to its underside. Fae cocked her head at him, “What’s that?”
“A l-urp-lot harder than what you’ve got, baby…” he responded. She nodded.
“Can I try it?” she looked up at him, smiling as sweetly as he figured she
could manage. He was cool with light manipulation-she did it well and he knew
she’d pay him back later.
“Sure babe.” He said, handing her his own pipe and torch, explaining how to use
it. She nodded, following his directions to a T. ‘So trusting’ he thought to
himself.
Her scleras began to turn a pale shade of pink as the high took effect. He
watched the grin spread over her face. She was so fucking hot.
She handed the pipe back to him for his own hit.
 
Two hours later, the three sat in the middle of the floor, Fae sitting in her
Rick’s lap as the other man massaged her feet. It was hard to say how it had
all started, best to assume it had to do with the copious amounts of substances
strewn around the room. She had never been this high before. Rick was running
his hands up and down her arms and over her stomach, leaving trails of sparks
wherever his fingers touched. The foot massage was slowly turning into a calf
massage, though it was odd through her tight pants.
“You can-you can take those off, doll…” Rick whispered in her ear.
“It’s-it’s not weird with..with both of you?” She asked, a tinge of nervousness
coming over her at the thought of the other man seeing her unclothed.
“N-Not at all, babe…”
She bit her lip, leaning farther back into her Rick as she slid her pants down
her legs. The other man smiled up at her, helping her to tug them down, his
eyes stopping to stare at her red clad womanhood. Her Rick ran his hands
lightly under her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, leaving her in just
her bra and panties. Every touch of her skin felt electric.
She had one Rick working his way up her legs, kneading small circles as he
worked up her calves and slowly over her knees, while the other kissed her neck
and ran his hands over the sides of her body. When someone’s hand found her
heat, she let out a small moan. She looked up to see not her Rick, but the
other man, leaning down to kiss her as he rubbed small circles over her lace
covered labia. His mouth pressed over hers and she melted.
***** Drugs and Sex? *****
Chapter Summary
     Fae and Rick...and other Rick (affectionately known as P876) get down
     and dirty after getting really high, this is almost entirely smut.
     -This is a shorter than normal chapter, been a bit busy with getting
     ready to move into a new place.
Rick was almost disgusted with himself at how much this whole thing turned him
on. It should bother him that this other man was touching her, making her moan.
She sat in his lap still, her ass pressed against him, twitching with pleasure
as he massaged her breasts and the other man caressed her ever-growing wetness
through her panties. He nibbled her ear and kissed down her neck. He needed to
get out of these pants before he ripped them- it had happened before,he didn’t
want to buy new pants. He slid his hands down the young woman’s body and lifted
her off of him so he could release himself.
Fae pulled away from the Rick that was kissing her to look behind her as she
was being lifted away from the other. She rose to her knees and looked over her
shoulder to see her Rick unbuttoning his pants. He was so hard the seem of his
pants was threatening to rip. He was flushed, she could feel the heat coming
off of him even a foot away. She turned her head back to the man in front of
her. His skin was just as red, just as hot. She didn’t know if this could get
any better.
As one man freed himself of his clothing, the other began to do the same,
leaving her as the only one still at least partially covered. She reached
behind her back to unclasp her bra but her Rick beat her too it, helping her
slide it down her arms and tossing it behind him. He ran his hands up her sides
again and cupped her bare breasts in his hands, kneading them gently. She was
practically gushing now. The other man kissed her neck and hooked his fingers
into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down over her ass and letting
them fall between her legs. She had to lean back against her own Rick to lift
her knees off of the floor for him to pull them all the way off- inadvertently
shoving her heat quite close to his face. He inhaled and dove down between her
legs, panties now discarded.
The position was a bit strange for her. She was on her feet, leaning back, head
and upper back pressed against her Rick as he continued to knead at her chest
and suck on her neck, her lower half held up by the other man lapping at her
clit with fervor. Her legs wobbled, this was no good. She pulled away from both
men, who groaned in unison. “I-Is there a better way we can-we can do this??”
She stammered.
Neither man spoke, the younger of the two only threw her over his shoulder and
carried her out of the room and down the hall followed by the other. He threw
her down on an over sized bed and looked down at her. “Wi-will this suffice, my
liege?” He growled at her through an ever-familiar shark-like grin. She nodded
and sat up, shuffling back on the bed until she was seated upright, back
against the leather head board. Both men crawled slowly towards her, grinning.
She bit her lip to hide her excitement. So high and oh so horny. They came down
on her as one, each grabbing an ankle and pulling her down on her back so she
was looking up at them. They each dove towards a breast, pulling a pert nipple
into each of their mouths. She moaned and arched her back.
One of the men had moved a hand to her clit, circling it gently, making her
pant, while the other worked two fingers into her hungry slit, stroking her G
spot. Her vision went white around the edges and her body shook. When she had
just barely come down from her orgasm she was yanked up onto her knees. She
looked up to see her own Rick, his rock hard cock inches from her mouth. She
took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before fitting
as much of his length as she could without suffocating herself. He pulled away,
quickly, before laying back in front of her so she could lean over him. She was
on hands and knees now, hungrily sucking his cock.
She looked up to see his face twisted in wondrous agony. He fisted a hand into
her hair as she continued to work on him. She felt something nudge her entrance
from behind. Before she knew it, the other man was working his own length
inside of her. She moaned around Rick’s cock, tightening her walls around the
thickness that was now pumping in and out of her, agonizingly slowly, hitting
every spot.
Fae’s moans over Rick’s cock felt like heaven. She had one hand wrapped around
his shaft, following the movements of her mouth while the other gripped at the
sheet next to his thigh. He watched his alternate self gripping her hips, eyes
closed in concentration as he pounded slowly into her. He knew he was being
careful not to hurt her but he also knew that Fae would love it even more if he
were relentless.
“She- ughhh…” It was so hard to talk with her mouth on him like this,
“She...Likes it...Hard…” He curled his toes as he felt the other man quicken.
Fae’s throat opened up in a growl as she took his entire length in. He wasn’t
sure how much more of this he could take.
Fae was swallowing Rick’s entire length, gasping as she came back up. She was
being pounded relentlessly now, surely a puddle had begun to grow between her
thighs. She felt Her Rick’s cock begin to twitch. He shoved her head off,
almost violently. “N-No…” He panted, grabbing her arm and pulling her forwards.

“What the fuck?” The other man groaned.
“I have an-an idea,” He panted, rolling over off of the bed and standing up,
beconing for Fae to follow. When she aproached him he picked her up, wrapping
her legs around his waist like before. He could easily slide inside this way
but she caught on to what he was planning, and so, it seemed, did the other
man. She was sandwiched between them again, but now her mouth was empty. Her
other holes, though, were not. One man held her thighs and the other gripped
her ass, spreading her wide open as they both filled her. She reached behind
her to tangle her hand in the back of the younger Rick’s hair while he fucked
her ass. Her Rick bent down to kiss her hard on the mouth while he slid in and
out of her with a slapping sound. She’d never fel this...full, before.
They worked her body together, making sure she was never empty, coaxing her to
climax. She had one man on each side of her neck, biting or kissing. “Holy...oh
god….fuck...unnnh….Yes….” she moaned.
Rick tightened his grip on her ass as he drove himself into her dripping heat.
Her body was like a fucking fountain. She had her legs draped around his hips
and her hands dug nails into his back.He knew she was very close and slowed his
pace, knowing it would be agonizing. The other man followed suit, absolutely
torturing her. He looked over contorted face. Her eyes were rolling back into
her head and her mouth falling open as she panted. He leaned his face closer to
her, whispering in her ear. “That’s my girl...Cum…” He felt her walls begin to
spasm.
She threw her head back, “mmm-ugh. Fuck...I’m….Fuuuuu...yes….don’t...don’t
stop…”
She felt hot liquid running down her legs as she came, like floodgates had
opened. She just kept coming and coming, all of her walls spasming around the
two massive cocks inside of her. Every thrust was the beginning of another
orgasm. Her body shook.
Rick’s own orgasm had started to build. Her walls milking him as he picked up
his pace. He wished he could get better leverage...His wish was about to come
true though, as his alternate self appeared to already be finished, pulling
himself out of his lover and leaning back against the wall. In an instant, he
tossed Fae onto the bed and crawled on top of her. She panted beneath him as he
adjusted her legs and slid himself back inside.
Fae’s body was still so alive. She needed more. When Rick dove back inside of
her, picking up his pace to near vibration, she nearly lost it. She felt the
juices escaping her body once more as he pounded into her. He moved a hand
down, swirling his thumb over her sensitive clit, her vision began to fade out
around the edges. She was losing herself in another orgasm, coming harder than
she had ever come before.
She felt like pure ecstasy. He pistoned into her, ignoring the cramp in his
leg. She was wet and hot and he wondered if maybe he had died and there was
something like heaven.
“Fuck...Fuck me...Rick….I’m gonna….gonna...cum...ungh….Yes.” She panted, her
walls gripping him like a vice.
“Fuck...Yes...Cum for me baby…..look at me….” He growled, leaning over her. Her
neck and face were blushed. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, right as
the moment hit. Her pupils were huge, her mouth twisted in the sweet agony of
her orgasm.
“Y-yes...mmmh…” She sighed.
She began convulsing around him, coating him with her fluids, pulling him
towards his own climax.
She had come more times now than she could count, and as Rick powered through
her orgasm, she felt the next beginning to build. Her eyes rolled back into her
head as she felt what could only be described as the dam breaking. She gushed.
“You’re such a good girl, cuming for-for me…”Rick panted. She felt him begin to
rub gentle circles over her abused anus. The stimulation mixed with the bruised
muscle sent her toppling over the edge once more. You felt his body begin to
shake as he slowed his pace, filling you with his seed. He flopped down on the
bed next to her, pulling her close to him. It was funny, before all of this had
happened, she never would have pegged him for a cuddler…
The three of them ended up sprawled out on Rick P876’s sectional, watching a
movie as they cuddled with each other in a post coital glow. Fae had her head
on Rick’s chest, and P876 lay his head on her lap. “Rick?” Fae mumbled.
“Yeah?” They said in unison, laughing at themselves a second.
She laughed too, a noise Rick never thought he’d get used to but surely
enjoyed. “M-my high is wearing off…” That explained the mumbling. P876 quickly
sat up and dashed to the den to grab the little bowl he’d left.
He returned, setting the bowl in Rick’s lap before retaking his spot. Rick
looked down at the wooden bowl, still mostly full of intoxicants, and pulled
out a baggy of green pills and shook them. “Wha-what are these?” He asked.
P876 held out his hand, not sitting up. Rick placed the bag in his hand for him
to look at them. He let out a chuckle and handed them back. “I refined the
megaseeds- no more crash at the end. Won’t get you high, I was actually selling
them for use on Morty’s.” Rick nodded and placed the bag back in the bowl. He
had grown tired of the other man’s company and was ready to leave. He tapped
Fae on the shoulder.
“Wanna-wanna head back, babe?” He asked her. She nodded. “Well it was fun,
P876, we’ll have-have to do it again sometime.”
He was happy when they walked through the portal, back into their hotel suite.
He didn’t have to share her anymore. While they were away, someone had come in
and changed the sheets and blanket, leaving them with a fresh one to sleep on.
Fae made her way into the bedroom, stripping down to a T-shirt and panties
before crawling into bed. It was near 3AM for her, technically for him, too,
but he didn’t have anything akin to a sleep schedule. He figured he’d sleep,
too, stripping down to boxers and crawling into the bed next to her. He wrapped
an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, where she fell asleep. It
didn’t take long for him to follow her into slumber.
***** Just A Note, Sorry ^_^ *****
Chapter Summary
     A Note To My Awesome Readers
               Hey guys, sorry it's been a while since I posted. I just wanted
to put it out there that I'm not giving up on this, the holiday season is just
busy for me and my husband. We were supposed to be moving, so we packed all of
our stuff, but then we found out we weren't actually moving- ended up losing
$500- so we had to unpack our stuff and sign a new lease in our current place.
We aren't upset about it, aside from the part where we lost $500...but now I've
got a bit more time to write and the next chapter is in the works. I really
appreciate everyone reading this, this is the most reads I've ever gotten on
anything, like ever andI'm hoping to have the next chapter posted within the
next week or so. Also, I am so open to ideas and suggestions- serious ones,
please don't be a dick, if you aren't into what I've written, that's fine, you
don't have to read it, it's not for everyone. 
                           Many, many thanks to all of you, you're fucking rad.
                                          - AJW
***** Safety *****
Chapter Summary
     I am so sorry this has taken so long...The holidays, MAN!
     Rick and Fae are left alone the evening after they get back from
     their trip and Fae is weirdly emotional- so is Rick. No smut this
     chapter, I was working more on story progression, It'll be back soon!
The weekend went by far faster than Fae would have liked it to. Before she knew
it, it was monday morning and she and Rick were packing their things and
heading home so she’d be on time to her first class of the morning. She said a
silent goodbye to the fanciest hotel room she’d ever been in as they stepped
into the hall and headed for the exit. Rick laid the keycard on the checkout
desk and interlaced his fingers with hers, holding her hand until they parted
ways to get into the ship. The ride home was comfortably quiet, and
surprisingly, so was the landing in front of the garage- it seemed they’d be
able to slip into the house without notice.
Fae had just enough time to shower and change before she needed to head to her
first class of the day. As she pulled her car out of the driveway and started
down the street, she felt a small pang in her chest. Should she have told Rick
she was leaving? She shook her head...No, it wasn’t like he was her boyfriend
or anything...She wasn’t quite sure what they were. Right now, it didn’t matter
that much, she’d cross that bridge when they came to it.
When he realized she’d left without saying goodbye, Rick felt an uncomfortable
twinge in his gut. He was feeling possessive. They may have to keep a low
profile, but she’d know his intentions from here on out.
At around 2:15pm he shot a portal into the wall nearest to him and stepped
through, his shoes meeting pavement on the other side. Fae walked right in
front of him in time for him to grab her and pull her through. She landed on
her backside with a thud and looked up at him, scowling.
“What the fuck, Rick??” she said through clenched teeth. He wondered if she got
angry the way he did…
“You forgot- you forgot this.” He held out the choker she’d been wearing all
weekend. She raised her brow at him.
“You- you pulled me through a portal to make me put on a necklace?”
“I t-told you I wanted you to wear it all the time.” He grinned at her. 
She shook her head and stood up, taking the jewelry out of his hand and quickly
fastening it around her neck. It didn’t look bad with what she was wearing, she
somehow managed to make it look casual.
“You’re staring, Rick.” She chided him. He shook his head, grinning, and
stepped towards her, pulling her against him.
“Maybe you should-should just stop looking so good all the time…” He whispered,
kissing her forehead before swiftly turning her around and lightly tapping her
on the ass, pushing her back through the portal.
 
Fae managed to stay on her feet this time, though she had dropped her bag.  She
picked it up and made her way to her next class. She wasn’t looking forward to
this one. The class with her “friends” from the previous saturday. She wondered
if they tried to find her after she left- it would have been karmatic. She took
her normal seat in the second row, opened up her notes and pulled the textbook
app up on her tablet. About five minutes before the class started, the two
who’d ditched her came sauntering in, chatting with each other and giggling.
She almost wanted to thank them- had they not ditched her, she likely wouldn’t
have had the wonderful weekend she’d had.  They looked over at her and made a b
line in her direction, smiles on their faces.
“Oh my god, Fae!” Chelsea greeted her, coming in close. “So you’re into older
dudes?” She whispered, raising a brow at her.
“You ditched me….” Fae scowled at her.
“Girl, we were on the dancefloor the whole time!” Michelle giggled. “I tried to
call you over like four times, I thought you were hitting on the bartender so I
decided to give you some space...Then you left with that guy…”
Fae felt mortified...if this were true, that meant that she had done the
ditching...sort of…
“You could have like, texted me, though…” She mumbled.
“Okay, I swear I’m not just making excuses, hear me out,” Chelsea piped up, “I
actually left my phone at home on accident...and Shell’s was dead…”
“I really thought you were just trying to get some, I’m so sorry.” Michelle
said, disdain painting her normally cheery features.
If she didn’t know how bad Chelsea was about leaving her phone at home already
she wouldn’t have believed her. It was something she did a lot, though, and
Michelle was just as bad about letting hers die. These weren’t dumb women,
either, they were engineering majors-both of whom had been valedictorian for
her own graduating class. She supposed they were off the hook, then. And they
did apologize. She wasn’t usually the type to just let things go, but the past
few months of getting to know these two had managed to pull her out of her
shell. She didn’t want to just throw it away over something that could easily
be overlooked as a misunderstanding. She sighed and nodded.
“It’s cool, I guess, my weekend was still pretty great, so it’s not like I can
complain.”
“Did it have anything to do with that guy?”
“It might have…” She trailed off.
“Did...did you get fucking laid?” Michelle asked, obviously intrigued. She
could tell them about him if she wanted to, it wasn’t like they knew her
family.
“I don’t kiss and tell, guys.” Better safe than sorry.
“Awh…” The two women sighed in unison. It was no surprise that they were in a
sorority together.
Finally, the professor stepped through the door and got everyone’s attention,
beginning the lecture and putting an end to the mildly uncomfortable
conversation.
Rick’s phone buzzed in his pocket, signaling a text. He tapped the message open
to see a picture of Fae, smiling, sitting in front of a tree with sunlight
behind it, giving her a halo.  ‘ Still wearing it . ’ the text attached read.
The choker adorned her neck, black strap taut across her pale skin.
‘ I hope you don’t want me to send a picture back , ’ He responded, saving hers
in his phone. Her replies were quick. Like most in her generation, Fae’s
texting skills were superb.
‘ I didn’t take you as the selfie-type, anywho .’
‘ Not generally, no. I’ll do a special request every now and again for someone
special, though… ’
‘ ’ll keep that in mind ^_^ ’
 
Fae sat under a tree in the courtyard of her university, nibbling on a
bistro sandwich her friend had bought her. “So….” Michelle said, sitting down
next to her in the grass. Chelsea was trying to sweet talk one of her
professors a couple of yards away- something about retaking an exam. Fae had
decided to text Rick only to learn that he wasn’t much of a conversationalist
that way, either. Not a deal breaker by any means, but she wouldn’t lie and say
it wasn’t a little bit disappointing.
“Is Chelsea flirting with Dr. Greison…?” She asked her newly arrived friend.
“No, she knows he’s gay. But she also knows his weakness, so she is using it
against him.”
“What’s his weakness?” Fae asked, curious.
“Apparently he thinks young women are like, special or something, so he is
pretty lenient about retakes.”
Fae nodded, sipping on her iced coffee as Chelsea turned away from Dr.Greison,
a shit eating grin plastered on her face as she sauntered over. She plopped
down on her knees on the other side of Fae. “He said he’d let me retake it next
Tuesday!” She exclaimed as she reached for the bag in the center of their newly
formed circle, pulling out a paper-wrapped sandwich and some potato chips. It
was odd spending lunch with other people. It was nice.
 
It was well after 5pm when Fae sauntered through the front door. Rick was
sitting at the dining room table with Morti, off on a tirade about the
ineffectiveness of institutionalized education- a concept the girl just didn’t
seem able to grasp. He glanced up from Morticia’s confused expression to see
Fae’s taut behind bounce as she climbed the stairs. He stood up, no longer
paying Morti any attention other than to pat her on the top of the head and
mumble, “I’ll be back in a minute…” and made his way to the garage, closing the
door behind him. He pulled his portal gun from his pocket and aimed it at the
wall, stepping through it and into Fae’s room.
She had her back to him, hunched over her bed, rifling through something. Rick
took a step forward, trying to keep as quiet as possible, determined to catch
her by surprise.
“You know the portal gun makes a very distinctive noise,right…?” She said right
as he reached out to grab her by the hips.
“F-fuck…” He spat, cursing himself. He definitely had a challenge ahead of him.
He grabbed her anyways and turned her to face him.
 
It was obvious at this point that Rick was going to be making a big deal about
trying to sneak up on her. Were he anyone else, his competitive nature would be
irritating at best, but she knew she could use it against him if she needed to.
Not to mention, it was something she found attractive in him, for some reason.
She loved that he could dominate her like no one else. He kissed her on the
forehead and pulled away, looking down at her with a lazy grin on his face. “Do
you need something?” She asked him, trying to feign disinterest. As much as she
wanted to play, she had some work to catch up on if she wanted to keep her
grades up.
“I need a stiff drink-or-or five- but I don’t think you can-can help me there.”
He retorted, eyes falling from her face to her neck...to her chest. 
“Yeah, no, ya got me there…” She trailed off. He grabbed her chin and tilted
her face up, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. She felt herself melting into
him as he moved his hands to her hips, pulling her closer.
Fae quickly pulled away, sidestepping him, “If you aren’t here to help me
study, you should probably go...I have some stuff to catch up on...sorry…” She
spoke quickly, looking at the floor. Rick sighed and she heard the sound of a
portal opening up. When she looked back up, all she saw was his lab coat
trailing behind him as he stepped through the swirling green passageway. She
felt bad, but wasn’t about to let her hormones take over- that wasn’t like her
at all. She sat on her bed, cross legged, and pulled out her tablet, opening
her textbooks , doing her best to focus on something other than Rick.
 
He couldn’t help but feel a bit dejected as he popped back into his lab. He had
to stop himself from going off on another rant about the uselessness of
standardized education and institutional bullshit- She could be so much more!
But he also knew that this was what she wanted- strangely enough. He grumbled
to himself, stooped over his work table as he screwed a metal face-plate to the
little drone he was tinkering with.
When he looked up at the clock, finally, it read a bit after 9pm. He felt a
pang in his stomach, a small voice in him said he should go...check on Fae.
Sure. Check on her. That was what he was doing.  He stepped out of the garage
and into the kitchen, listening for signs of life. He heard the hum of
appliances but no TV, which usually was an indicator that everyone was out,
since no one in the home went to bed before 10:30 on any normal night. Fae was
likely with them, he thought, but decided to poke his head in her room, just in
case. He noticed her light was on as he approached the door. He debated
knocking only to decide that he was just going to open the door. He’d seen her
amidst the throws of passion, whatever she was doing in there wouldn’t be
anything that would shock him. He did hope, though, that he’d catch her
touching herself again...
 
It had been an hour and a half since Beth had knocked on her door to ask her if
she wanted to accompany the family to dinner and a movie. She’d begrudgingly
declined, gesturing to the stack of notebooks that she’d had strewn across her
bed. She was taking a break, now, playing some stupid game on her tablet and
enjoying a nice evening joint. She didn’t hear her door open, or even notice
when Rick came in, only looking up when she heard the door clicking closed. He
looked surprisingly sober. There was a strange weight  in his eyes, like there
was something creeping just below the surface. “H-hey…” she started.
“You-you don’t look like you’re studying…” Rick said, questioningly, eyeing the
freshly rolled joint in her hand.
“I-I’m taking a break…” She defended, stamping out the joint and setting it on
the bed side table.
“D-do you want me to just-just leave you alone…?” he stammered, moving toward
the door. His face had dropped a bit. She felt a pang in her chest. They hadn’t
really said much to each other all day. She wasn’t quite sure where they stood,
now. She walked over to him, taking his hand and pulling him towards the bed.
He eagerly plopped down on the edge and looked over at her.
 
Her hair was tousled a bit and her clothes were disheveled, he suddenly felt
awkward. She made him feel like a fucking teenager, anxious, excited, and a
little unnerved. He couldn’t think most of the day-at least not of anything
that would aid his productivity. Even now, sitting on the edge of her bed, his
mind wandered...He grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. She surprised
him then, wrapping her arms around him in an embrace. He took a moment to
steady himself before gingerly wrapping his arms around her. He nuzzled his
face into the top of her head and inhaled the scent of her hair. She pulled
away for a moment, reaching up on her tiptoes and kiss him on the cheek- at
least she tried to kiss his cheek. He turned his head at just the right moment,
catching her mouth with his. She whimpered in surprise.


‘No…’ Fae groaned internally, ‘Need to...study….’ -Though her body obviously
disagreed. Despite their weekend of near-constant touching and the sore,
bruised feeling covering most of her body, she still painfully ached for him.
He was massaging her hips through her jeans, probing her mouth with his tongue,
sending her head spinning. She let out a small moan, gripping the collar of his
lab coat like a vice, feeling the familiar warmth beginning to travel low in
her body. Rick moved his hands lower, gripping her ass quite hard. His hands
felt like fire, coaxing the heat gently into her skin. ‘It’s not like I
actually need to study…’ she thought to herself as she pulled away from him,
leaving him briefly slack jawed, groping at air as she stepped away to lock the
door-just in case anyone came home and got a little too curious. He seemed to
take that as a cue, quickly shoving her books to the floor and scooting back on
her bed. She sauntered back over, trying her hardest to conceal the smile that
was tugging at the edges of her mouth. She didn’t want him to get big headed
about this- his ego hardly needed anymore inflation. When she looked up at him
he had that characteristic grin spread across his face. She either wasn’t doing
a great job at hiding her own smile, or he had her right where he wanted her-
both were equally as plausible.
“Well this just isn’t fair, now is it?” She asked him, standing at the edge of
the bed, crossing her arms over her chest. Rick cocked his brow at her
questioningly.
“W-what do you-urp- mean, doll?” He asked, the ghost of a laugh in his tone.
“This….” She gestured to the room, her books- so expensive- splayed out on the
carpeted floor, him sitting in the middle of her bed with obviously tented
pants. “What would you do if I just popped into the garage while you were
working on something important, huh?”
“School isn’t that important…..if you fuck up, you’ll get-get wh-what, maybe a
B? I-I seriously-urp-seriously doubt that you even need to study, you have like
a, a photographic memory or some shit. If I fuck up something could- could
explode or something.” He made a motion with his hands for the explosion at the
end, giving her an intense stare.
“That’s not the point, Rick. Also…,” she held up a finger, pointing at nothing,
“I’ve never gotten lower than an A minus in my life, and that teacher got
fired….so, yeah….What I’m saying here, is that it’s like- I don’t know, it’s a
respect thing, I guess….?” She scowled at him.
“You-you said you were taking a break.” He scowled back.
“That’s beside the point, Rick.” She huffed, refusing to acknowledge that he
was mostly right.
“To be-to be fair, you haven’t said no, yet….you said-said no earlier and I
left. I DO respect you….” He swung his legs off of the bed, making sure he
didn’t step on any of her books, and made his way over to her, not stopping
until he was so close they were almost touching and she had to crane her neck
up to look him in the eye.
“I’m so sore, though….” She trailed off, letting her lips fall into a pout.
“Then-then ignore this,” He said, pointing to his groin.
“You don’t want to do anything?” she asked, incredulously.
 
Rick shook his head, not as a response to her question, but to himself. “Of
course I do, but I’ll get over it- a boner isn’t a medical condition, I won’t-
won’t die of blue balls, babe.” He just wanted to be around her, for some
fucking reason. He bent down, then, picking her books and papers up off of the
floor, feeling a little bit...embarrassed? That was new.
“I-I’m kind of done studying if you wanna, I don’t know, hang out or
something?”  She nearly whispered. He watched the flush come over her cheeks
and across the bridge of her nose.
His ears perked up at the thought of just spending the evening together. She
was a lot more than just a good lay at this point, though he wasn’t sure what
she was-what they were. He wasn’t going to be the one to broach that subject-
wasn’t his forte. Having trouble keeping his emotions at bay,  he pulled his
flask from a hidden pocket for the first time in a few hours, taking a deep
drink. Fae seemed to take it as a cue to relight her joint, taking an equally
deep pull before putting it back out and dropping it into her little stash jar
that looked like a piggy bank.
“Wanna order takeout?” She asked him as they made their way down the stairs to
the living room. He nodded, realizing he hadn’t eaten all day. His stomach felt
pretty hollow.
 
After Fae placed the chinese takeout order on her cell phone, the home phone
started to ring. Fae answered after the third ring, seeing on the caller ID
that it was Beth.
“Hey.” She said, nonchalantly.
“Hey, sweety, it’s your dad.”
“Oh, hey dad, what’s up, why are you on Beth’s phone?”
“I left it at home on accident again, but that’s beside the point- we aren’t
going to be home tonight…” Jerry sounded a bit more tense than usual.
“What? Why? What’s wrong?” She tried not to let the mild panic she’d begun to
feel edge into her voice.
“Well….I got us lost...We’re about four hours’ drive from home…”
“H-how did- you’ve only been gone for like an hour and a half…”
“Yeah, I know, I just had this same chat with Beth and the girls- don’t ask me
how I managed it, some one-way short cut or something, I don’t know, but it’s
just not feasible to drive back tonight. We’re in the boonies somewhere, there
are hardly even any streetlights. We found a motel off the highway and Beth has
gotten us a room for the night. She told me to tell you that she left her spare
credit card in the kitchen so you could order take out, so go ahead and do
that. I just wanted to let you know not to wait up for us or anything, okay?”
“Y-yeah, dad, sure, gotcha. You guys stay safe, okay?”
“Will do, honey. Make sure to lock the doors before you go to sleep, and Beth
said to keep Rick out of the liquor cabinet if you can, but don’t fight with
him or anything- that’s not something you need to deal with.”
“Okay dad. Well I just ordered chinese so I’m gonna go wait for them to get
here.”
“Goodnight, Fae.”
“Night, dad” She said with a sigh, hanging up the phone.
Giggling a bit to herself, she looked over at Rick, who was cocking his brow at
her again.
“What was that all-urp-all about?” he asked.
“My genius father managed to get the four of them lost, four hours away!”
“Wh-how the fuck? Fucking Jerries, man.” he laughed, shaking his head.
Fae was confused for a second before she remembered their talks of the
multiverse- infinite versions of everyone in her family.
“Are all the versions of my dad like that?” she asked him, legitimately
curious.
“Well-urp- as Jerrys tend to go, he isn’t the worst, but they all have
that...air of patheticness about them.”
“Watch it!” She said pointedly, “He’s a dunce sometimes, but he’s still my dad-
he’s not a bad person. He helps people.”
Rick nodded and chuckled under his breath. “I just said he wasn’t the worst. At
least our dimensions version of him has a respectable-ish job and he didn’t
nock my-urp- my fucking daughter up in high school.”
“No...that was my mom that he did that to…” She sighed, not entirely enjoying
where this conversation was headed.
He held up his hands in surrender- “I won’t-won’t say anymore, okay? Are we-are
we cool?”
She nodded, hearing a sharp knocking on the door. Her head snapped up from
looking at the floor to look towards the sound. Rick made a gesture that she
could only vaguely translate to ‘allow me’ and headed towards the door,
possibly in effort to defuse the situation.
He soon returned with two large bags of chinese takeout and set them on the
counter before pulling a couple of plates and cups out of the cupboard.
“Did you tip?” she questioned him.
“W-what?”
“Did you tip the delivery driver? They make shit wages, you should always tip.”
“Oh, yeah I gave the guy a fiver…”
“Okay...just checking…”
“Would that-would that have been a deal-breaker?” he chuckled-for some reason
it struck a chord with her.
“What do you mean?” She raised a brow.
“If I didn’t tip. Would it be a deal-breaker if I didn’t tip?” He stammered.
“Deal breakers usually only apply to relationships, Rick…” She continued to
stare at him, questioningly.
 
‘Fuck...’ Rick thought to himself. He swallowed thickly as he awkwardly spooned
kungpow chicken onto a plate. “Uh…” He trailed off. It was meant to be a
joke….now everything was intense. “I mean...I don’t….um….fuck…”
“Why do you care what my deal-breakers are….are we….what do you think this is?”
she gestured between the two of them.
He swallowed again, pulling at the collar of his shirt. This was the opposite
of good. Now there was weird tension. “I mean...I don’t know...What...what do
you want it to be?”
It was like he had somehow reverted back to his early 20s, only now with weaker
knees and circulation issues. He couldn’t put his thoughts together. He dropped
the spoon and looked up at her, making eye contact. He felt a chill run down
his spine. Her face was flushed again. She looked just as uncomfortable as he
was-why was she pushing this if it made her uncomfortable, too?
“I-urm...I don’t know….I was asking you...I mean...It’s obviously a little more
than casual…” She said, her voice low as her eyes dropped to the tile.
“I- Can we talk about this later….?” He popped off without thinking, continuing
to fill his plate.
Fae sighed then, pulling one of Beth’s abundant bottles of wine out of the
liquor cabinet, “Yeah, sure...sorry…” She sounded so dejected. As much as he
wanted to be upset at her about this, he felt terrible for her, for himself.
He wanted to slam his head into the wall until either the wall caved in or his
forehead did….He couldn’t win here. He crossed the distance between them and
yanked the bottle out of her hand, setting it almost violently on the counter.
She glared at him then, picking it back up and pulling the cork out with her
teeth- a feat in its own if you’ve ever uncorked a bottle of wine. He yanked it
away again, holding it out of her reach.
“That’s not fucking fair, Rick! Give it back!” she said, straining to reach it
on her tiptoes.
“Fuck-fuck no, I’m not gonna let you get shit faced like this- I can promise
you, it-urp- it doesn’t fucking help.”
“You have no room to talk, asshole, now give it back.” She said through
clenched teeth.
He didn’t like where this was going. He wasn’t about to just sit back and let
her be upset about some trivial bullshit. Were she anyone else, he’d have
poured her glass himself, revelled in the way she might drink herself to sleep
out of self-pity, just as he did regularly. But not her. When this had started
months ago, he didn’t think it would be like this. He figured they might fuck,
but he didn’t think he would grow to give this much of a shit. He only cared
about a handful of people.
“A-absolutely fucking not...He reached behind her, placing the bottle down
again, this time not giving her a chance to react before he pulled her to him,
shoving her head into his chest. “Fucking-fucking stop it, okay? Why are you so
fucked up- fucked up about this?”
She didn’t know why this was such a big deal all of a sudden. Why it mattered.
She had told herself that she wouldn’t worry about it. She wasn’t like this,
she didn’t let her emotions make her stupid, she just didn’t. Now she had her
face buried in Rick’s sweater, his arms wrapped tightly around her in a strange
embrace that was so uncharacteristic of him. “I don’t….I don’t know…”She choked
out, a sob escaping her as she let herself collapse into him. “I’m sorry….” She
felt so overwhelmed all of a sudden. So tired. So uncomfortably vulnerable.
“S-stop…” Rick stammered, “Don’t apologize.”  He sighed.
“But..but I…” her voice shook. He felt a small piece of his own composure slip
away. He used the hand he had on her head to press his thumb to her mouth,
shushing her before pulling her away from his chest and holding her out at arms
length, looking her in the eye. Her face was tear-streaked and flushed, her
mouth downturned in a pout. She met his gaze, her lower lip trembling. He took
in a sharp breath before pulling her back to him, wrapping his arms around her.
“I don’t….I don’t know what we are, Fae….but it doesn’t matter….I’m not gonna
see anyone else, I don’t want to. You….agh…” He shook his head, trying to piece
words together in a way he wasn’t familiar with, “Y-you make me happy, okay?
I’m not gonna put some stupid fucking label on it, this is barely legal as it
is….I don’t- I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I’m happy and I want you
to be happy….okay?”
She nodded against his chest, her breaths coming out in shudders. He sunk to
the floor, pulling her with him so that they sat against the cabinets Fae in
his lap as he held her. She pulled away, looking up at him, biting her lip. He
wanted to stay like this for as long as he could. He hadn’t felt like this
in...a very long time.
 
When Rick’s lips met hers she expected it to be a kiss almost out of
desperation. Instead she got passion, heat. He kissed her lightly at first,
gently coaxing the embers in her chest. It wasn’t like their other kisses. They
had felt rushed in comparison. This felt entirely new. Not like a new person,
just a new side of him. It tasted salty from her tears, but she felt safer than
she ever had before.
***** False Sense Of Security *****
Chapter Summary
     Some heavy petting, a mattress-portal, a kidnapping and deception
 
Fae fell asleep with her head against his chest as they watched
interdimensional cable on the couch in the living room. Her mind played off
into a dream of the two of them, something sweet to quell her mind. She awoke
abruptly, though, as she was being carried up the stairs. She inhaled sharply,
startled, clinging to Rick as though she were haphazardly dangling over a cliff
face.
“W-woah, babe. Cool it. You-urp-you’re safe….Je-fucking christ…” Rick stammered
as they entered the darkened hallway. Slowly she felt herself relax.
“S-sorry” she apologized.
He chuckled at her, “No big deal, doll...You-you alright?”
“Yeah…” she nodded into his chest, inhaling his scent. He smelled woody and
warm, and absolutely soaked in bourbon- something she was quickly becoming
accustomed to.
“So…”She started.
“Yeah?” Rick paused, stopping in the middle of the hallway.
 “I guess you can put me down if you want to…” She sighed.
 
Rick decided to ignore her obviously fake request and instead carried her off,
 not to her bedroom,  but to his own.  He nudged the door open and listened to
for the click when he lightly kicked it shut behind them,  signifying it had
locked.  He then set her on her feet in front of him. She lightly rubbed her
arms and dug her toes into the carpet as she looked up at him. Her eyes skimmed
somewhere between lusty and tired as she gave him a once over. They were still
in their clothes from that morning, which were now a bit rumpled and edging on
uncomfortable, though he wasn’t sure if he found them uncomfortable because he
was genuinely uncomfortable or if it had to do with his throbbing erection.
 
The darkness of the room painted deep shadows across Rick’s face, making it
hard to see much other than his eyes and a glint of his teeth. His eyes were
full of so much energy and life-she could imagine his brain working like a well
oiled machine behind them. To be their focus was enjoyable enough, but to know
that he studied her like fine art made her tremble where she stood. He stepped
closer and leaned in to kiss her lips lightly. She pressed back into him,
grabbing a handful of his shirt. He took no time before picking her back up,
though this time she faced him and he held her up by wrapping her legs around
his waist, firmly gripping her backside. He pressed her back against the wall
and slipped his tongue between her lips.
The arousal overtook her, transforming the soreness in her limbs and torso into
a fiery pleasure. She reached an arm up around his shoulders and pulled him
closer to her, trying to press as much of herself into him as possible. He
responded by pressing back into her, raising a knee to help keep her against
the wall while so he could use one of his hands to tease along the hem of her
top. Slowly, she felt his hand working its way under her shirt and begin to
ascend to her breast. When he reached up to where her bra would sit, only to
find she hadn’t been wearing one, a soft gutral noise escaped him. He cupped
her breast in his hand, using his thumb to run gentle circles around her
nipple. She sighed against his lips, taking notice of the rising heat in her
pants.
 
He swiftly carried her over to the bed, gently tossing her down onto the middle
of the mattress and moved up to straddle her legs. Out of nowhere, a portal
sprung open underneath her and he watched in shock as she fell through, and it
popped closed behind her. The last thing he saw were her eyes, wide in fear as
gravity pulled her through. It was so quick, neither had time to make a sound.
He stumbled into the mattress, a feeling of dread rising in his stomach.
Fumbling over the mattress in confusion twinged with panic, as if maybe she
were just hiding… “Fuck…” He sighed to himself. He had only himself to blame-
literally. Another Rick had to have taken his Fae.
With a deep breath, Rick felt his panic seething into rage. He told himself he
really must have been the Rickest Rick, because only a fucking idiot would take
something- or in this case someone- from another Rick.


Fae suddenly felt herself falling somehow into the mattress. She felt her body
being pulled down, quickly realizing she was falling through a portal. Did Rick
shoot his portal gun just then? Before she felt herself hit the ground, there
was a sharp pain in her neck and everything went black. As she felt herself
losing consciousness she silently hoped that maybe Rick was just being extra
kinky today…
 
Four hours had passed,  finding Rick at the entrance of a back alley bar in
dimension A240, meeting a rogue Gromflamite. He slipped the card, loaded with
an undisclosed amount of blemflarks, into the gromflamite’s extended claw,
making it look like nothing more than a handshake between friends. In turn, he
was handed a chip filled with information. The two nodded, made a show of
friendliness and parted ways. Rick slipped home through a portal and
immediately went to read through the files on the chip.
He had, by this point, managed to track down which Rick had his Fae, but of
course they wouldn’t be hiding in his dimension, that would be a doofus-Rick
level mistake- and this Rick surely wasn’t anything shy of pure, manic genius.
He’d only seen him twice, once at a morty-awareness festival, the second time
on trial for experimenting illegally on a Summer.
Normally Ricks had a tendency to blur together for the most part, being that
they were all different versions of the same person. But, of course as with
anything, there would be deviation from the norm. This Rick was one of those
deviators. He wore all black -business casual- under his lab coat, not
necessarily goth by any means but he carried a certain...weight with him. He
had much more darkness in him than your average Rick, putting him under the
council’s constant watch. When they could find him.
It had been upwards of ten years since anyone had reported anything on him at
all; some thought that maybe he’d killed himself, others speculated he’d just
been paying people off. Rick assumed, though, that he was just that fucking
good. He felt himself edging on worry- not something he was used too nor
understood. He knew who he was looking for, now he only needed to track the
bastard down. He felt the rage in him, sitting just beneath the surface,
waiting for the right moment to burst. He would kill to protect her. To protect
his Fae.



When she awoke, she found herself strapped to a metal table. There were bright
lights all around her, making it hard for her eyes to fully adjust and take in
her surroundings.
“Glad to see you’re awake….” a familiar voice said somewhere to her right.
“Ri-Rick…?” She stammered, feeling a slight release of tension from the sound
of his voice.
“Yeah, baby, it’s me.” He said, the pet name soothing her all the more.
“Wh-where am I? What happened?” her voice sounded hoarse.
“We’re in my lab, doll, you got hurt…” he trailed off, something edging anxiety
in his voice.
“Wh-wh-what? Ho-how did I get hurt…?” she felt her pulse quicken, trying to
recall the last thing she remembered… “We- we were in the living room on the
couch….I fell asleep….” She couldn’t remember anything after that...It was as
if she had just fallen asleep and now she was here…
“Shhhh, doll…” Rick cooed at her. She heard the sound of his shoes clacking
against the floor as he walked towards her. “It’s gonna be okay, baby….” he
said, placing a cool hand on her head, stroking her hair back. “I’m gonna make
it all better, okay?”
She felt tears beginning to prick up around her eyes as panic filled her.
“Shhhh” he cooed again.
There was a familiar prick to her neck before she lost consciousness yet again.


Another hour lapsed as Rick  worked to track her down. He felt like he was
running in circles at this point. Nothing added up... He whispered a silent
prayer to a god he didn’t believe in and pressed forward, trying to ignore the
rapid passage of time.
 
Fae awoke once more, finding herself in a bed. It was much cozier than the
table from before, and she was no longer bound. Her wrists were quite bruised,
and she could tell from a bit of wiggling that her ankles were in a similar
state. Pulling herself up to a sitting position, she looked around her and took
in the room. She was in Rick’s room- sort of. It looked very similar to Rick’s
room, but it was much tidier and...there were no windows. The door was in the
same spot though. Had there never been a window in his room? She’d only been in
it a few times before, so there was a possibility she’d just remembered it
incorrectly? She knew the human brain was known to deceive its user.
Fae turned to the sound of the door opening. It was Rick...sort of…
“Wh- why are you young?” She asked him, utterly confused.
He smiled at her, “Glad to see you’re awake. How do you feel?” he asked, either
having not heard her, or choosing to completely ignore her question.
“I feel...I don’t know….kind of achey, I guess, but not terrible.”
“Good,” He nodded, still smiling.
“So...why are you younger?” She asked him again.
“What- oh...yeah...that...sorry. You’ve been out for a while, I had forgotten!”
He chuckled, coming to sit near her on the edge of the bed.
“What? How long have I been asleep?” She asked, not hiding the worry from her
voice.
“Um...well don’t freak out, okay?” he said, smile leaving his face, “It’s been
about two months....”
Her stomach dropped...how had she been out for two months? They were watching
tv on the sofa….she fell asleep….what could have happened? “What...what the
fuck, Rick?”
“You were kidnapped…” He looked her in the eye, stress painting his face. He
waited for her to compose herself a bit more before continuing. “That night,
you fell asleep really fast, you basically passed out- it was kind of freaky. I
was worried, so I went to the garage to grab a med scanner and when I came back
into the living room you were gone…” Fae could feel her pulse in her throat as
she listened to him. “It was another Rick...He took you...and...and he hurt
you...He hurt you bad, baby...I thought...I thought I was gonna...gonna lose
you…” She watched as a tear slipped from the corner of his eye. Before she
realized it, she was tearing up, too.
“Why….why can’t I remember?” She stammered.
“I erased it….” he said, quietly.
“You erased the memories?” She asked, confused.
“Y-yeah….I didn’t know what else...what else to do…” He said through choked
sobs. She couldn’t imagine what could have possibly happened to rattle Rick of
all people. She was somewhat  glad she couldn’t remember.
“Well I feel okay now….so whatever you did obviously worked…” She tried to
reassure him.
His smile returned as he leaned over to wrap his arms around her. “I’m so..so
happy you’re safe now…” He whispered against her hair.
“Will you lay with me…?” She asked him, pressing her face against his chest. He
smelled woody and warm...but no bourbon, strangely.
“Of course, baby…” He kissed her forehead and walked around to the other side
of the bed, crawling under the covers and pulling her against him.
“Rick?” She said, nuzzling against him.
“Yeah, doll?” he said against her hair.
“You didn’t tell me why you’re young….”
“It’s to help me hide us from the Gromflamites.” He said nonchalantly.
“The what?”
“The Gromflamites...They rule most of the known universe- they’re after the key
to interdimensional travel, so they can gain control over...well
everything...I’ve been hiding from them for a while.”
“Does it have anything to do with what happened to me…?”
“The Rick that took you was working for them….traitorous bastard…”
“So they have the key to….to interdimensional travel?”
“Yeah...yeah they do, babe…”
“So we...aren’t at home…?”
“N-no….our home doesn’t exist anymore…” She could feel the weight in his voice,
“they blew it up…”
“W-wait..what….how...what about my dad? What about Summer and Morti? Beth?”
“I….I was too late to save them…” his voice was low...she felt one of his tears
roll down the side of her head.
Her father was….gone….so were Beth and the twins….She felt like a piece of her
very soul had been ripped away.
Her tears began to  flow more freely, soaking through Rick’s shirt. She sobbed
and sobbed, her body shaking as she wailed into his chest. He held her through
it, shedding tears of his own.
She only stopped crying when exhaustion overcame her and pulled her into a
fitful sleep.


Richard Sanchez of dimension V416 was, for all intents and purposes, the
quintessential evil-genius meets mad-scientist. Meticulous and sadistic,
manipulative and cunning, well measured in chaos- somehow managing to keep
composure despite the wildfire that burned for eternity in his mind.
 Due to a string of suspicious Morty disappearances over the past several
years, he’d been banned by the citadel from having one of his own. They
couldn’t prove anything, of course, but the citadel wasn’t well known for their
democracy. He didn’t want a standard Morty, anywho. He prefered the girls.
His biggest fantasy was to find a Morticia who was just as corrupt as himself.
Not that he had issue with corrupting her on his own, but to not have to do any
of the work would be nice. He knew he wasn’t the only Rick who felt like this,
there was no way- it was mathematically impossible.
They said he kidnapped 6 Morti’s in total, but they were two shy. He’d also
managed to nab a few Summer’s in the process. He wasn’t careful enough with one
of them though, tried to make her death look like a suicide- not unbelievable
with her well known issues with depression, but he was drinking...grabbed the
wrong syringe...she woke up…
He had stopped drinking on missions after that. Building a machine to mask his
brain waves that had worked well enough to keep them off his ass, he decided to
go into hiding to continue his search in secret. One night, after smoking some
particularly strong E-fungus from Seltmah 6, fueled by paranoia, he came to the
conclusion that being in hiding wasn’t enough and downed a test tube of silver
liquid.
He found himself in a bunker, 100s of feet below the surface of a dwarf planet
in galaxy untouched by the federation, de-aged to about 30. When he felt
utterly secure in his planning he decided to continue his search, settling on
the Morti of dimension Z64c.
It didn’t take long for him to find the time to bug this Rick’s home. He knew
better than to set up cameras- Rick’s knew what to look for and could find a
camera smaller than the head of a pin- no, he would do better than that. He
would set up infrared cameras in the trees nearby, but only there. It wasn’t
ideal, but it wasn’t as though he could go in willy-nilly. He had just enough
time one weekend when Rick was away, slipping in under cover of night.
His findings were more exciting than he could have hoped- This Rick had a
relationship with one of his granddaughters. Sure, not all of them were blood-
related, but if they were all under aged it was still quite tabboo. From what
he could see, whichever girl shared a bathroom with him was the culprit.
Richard watched as this Rick picked his granddaughter up from the couch,
carrying her up the stairs, stopping for a while, suggesting conversation,
before quickly making their way to his room where they couldn’t keep their
hands off of each other- He couldn’t bare to just sit back and watch, flooded
with anticipation. He found himself secretly hoping it was another Summer- he
did so enjoy Morticia, but found himself craving the company of someone
slightly older. He would surely wait for Morticia to come of age, even help to
mold her into what he wanted, but to have Summer, already practically an adult,
with her ivory skin and strawberry hair...The Ricks’ fixation with redheads was
not lost on him.
He shot the portal into a wall nearby, reaching an arm out to pull the young
woman through. He didn’t wait a single second before pressing the syringe full
of sedative into her neck, relieving her of consciousness. She let out a
beautiful little sigh as she fell backwards against him. She was indeed a
redhead, but she wasn’t a summer. She was a rarer specimen. A Fae Smith. There
were only a handful of her that he was aware of. The specifics of her birth
weren’t terribly uncommon throughout the central finite curve, but the
specifics revolving around her coming in contact with a Rick were scarce. And
this one was hot for a Rick’s cock.
He shivered with anticipation. Her complexion was particularly pale, suggesting
a preference for indoor activities, and the small bags under her eyes told the
story of late nights spent with her head in a book. He could admire an
intellectual- someone he might be able to share a conversation with. It took no
time to strap her to the metal table. He secured her slender wrists and ankles
with adjustable leather straps and placed a thin pillow beneath her head. She
really did look like something out of a strange dream. Her lips were settled in
a gentle pout, her breathing steady. He cut away her clothing, save the sexy
black choker adorning her neck, and discarded them into a nearby garbage chute,
stepping back to admire the beauty that lay before him.  
Quickly, Richard got to work on Fae’s body, first making sure to paralyze her
before beginning his...enhancements. He removed her left arm, replacing it with
a fully functioning bionic one, equipped with the full range of touch sensors-
only intense investigation of the trained eye would reveal that it wasn’t her
original arm- of course now the tips of her fingers could shoot small poisoned
darts. After finishing the augmentation of her body, he decided to do the same
to her mind. He quickly shaved off the hair on the right half of her head.
He begun by targeting the memories of the past few hours and removed them-
already having formulated a story to tell her when she woke. He would break her
down, making room for more of himself. He also tweaked her libido- he wanted
her to beg for him to fuck her in her grief, make her masochistic. He made it
so pain would also give her intense pleasure, and made her quicker to heal.
Finally, he inserted a tracker into her brain. To remove it would likely cause
brain damage if attempted by a lesser skilled hand. When he was done with her,
he cleaned her up and stepped away, dragging a forearm across his brow and
admiring his work.
There was blood all over the place- not a large volume of it, just spread out-
his cuts had all been quite clean and precise, and he’d only had to give her a
pint and a half to make up for what he’d done to her- he’d had plenty of
practice to get this right. The cleanest, brightest thing in the room was her
naked body on that metal table. He watched her silently as she began to stir.
It wasn’t time for her to come-to yet. She needed to rest a while so her body
could get used to it’s new...accessories.
When he greeted her she called out to him, trying and failing to squirm on the
table. He told her she’d been hurt, soothing her and touching her
affectionately, not allowing her to see his face, before sending her spiraling
back into slumber.
After making sure she was stable, he wheeled her out of the sterile laboratory
and set her up in his bedroom. He hooked her up to a drip to keep her sedated,
dressing her in a loose t shirt and a pair of underwear- She wore the same size
as morticia, so he had been somewhat prepared. It took a level of skill to keep
from running his hands all over her body as she rested. Her skin was soft and
inviting and he wanted so much to dig his fingers into it. He fell asleep
pressed up against her, waking only when his erection throbbed so hard it
threatened to pop. He decided to slip away to shower and relieve himself.
When he returned, Fae’s body had pushed the IV out and she was sitting up,
looking around the room with curiosity. She questioned his appearance and he
made up some story about the gromflamites and interdimensional travel, and
proceeded to tell her that everyone she knew and loved was dead and that they
were on the run from the law, making a show of sadness. She fell into him like
a rock and sobbed herself back to sleep. Her healing factor was doing
phenomenally, and now she was devastated. He brought another false tear to his
eye and let it fall onto her head as he settled back into the bed, her head on
his chest.
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