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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith, Rick_Sanchez/Mortybot
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith, mortybot, Summer_Smith, Beth
      Smith, Jerry_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Age_Difference, Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Consent, First_Time, Loss_of
      Virginity, Fluff_and_Angst, Drama, Self_Aware_Robot
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-27 Updated: 2017-11-01 Chapters: 5/? Words: 13509
****** What Will Morty Do? ******
by VoidSpace
Summary
     Rick knows it's wrong but that doesn't stop him from making a robot
     replica of his grandson to play out his fantasies.
     It's not easy to look at Morty when it reminds Rick of what's he's
     done. But as long as he can keep his secret hidden and keep his
     grandson at a distance it will be bearable.
Notes
     First story I've written in years and damn is it sinful. Started
     writing this before Morty Mindblowers and 3 hour cloning so I'll say
     it's not applicable here. There will be a few emotionally charged
     chapters with lots of smut in between. The tags will get adjusted as
     time goes on, nothing too crazy will happen though. Critiques and
     comments always welcome, enjoy.
***** Rick Tests Out Mortybot *****
“Yo, anybody home?” Rick called out when he left his room.
When no one answered he checked the time noting that it was nine in the
morning. It was way earlier then he’d usually be bothered to wake up, but the
perfect time to be alone for a while. He didn’t want anyone bothering him for a
while and with Beth at work and Morty and Summer at school he had plenty of
time to himself. Today he’d let Morty stay at school, there would be no
impromptu adventures to drag him along.
Rick headed to the garage and locked the door as he made his way to the
workbench. He tapped on the workbench until a secret panel opened he put in a
code and listened to the affirmative beep. The panel shut and on the floor a
hatch opened where a robot leaning against a magnetic stand began to ascend.
Rick eyed it before walking over to it and was pleased to see that it’d been
operating the entire week.
He picked it up set it on his workbench grabbed a x ray gun and took a peek
inside. Everything on the inside was working properly and it looked like the
last tweeks he’d made were finally it. A quick spike of excitement ran through
him when he realized he could move on to the activation. He wondered briefly if
he should give it another week before pushing the thought aside.
He’d already been at this stage for weeks and if he’d fucked up too damn bad.
Though Rick was confident it would work as he to grabbed and opened a mini
computer. It had with a stereotypical green screen with a little pad to input
commands. He proceeded to type in the first command.
>>Activate MBOT
He took a drink from his flask as he watched Mortybot power up and look over at
him.
“Hey Rick,” the bot started scratching it’s head and looked around confused. “
I f-feel odd Rick as if I’m not myself.”
“No shit Sherlock, you’re urrrp you’re a robot,” he turned towards the bot and
pulled a flashlight from his lab coat. “Follow this light and start talking.”
“Start talking about what? I-i-i mean if you d-dont explain what you want me to
discuss, I don’t understand how I can rationalize…”
“Alright Einstein, calm your introspective ass down .” Rick lowered the bots
intelligence enough to keep his word choices Morty level.
“Rick ughh something f-f-felt weird, like, like I forgot something that I d-
didn’t know in the first place. If-if that even makes sense.”
“Perfect sense Morty,” Morty gave him a funny look before continuing to
monologue and following the light. Rick listened a bit longer before tuning out
whatever else the robot was saying. He seemed to be the right intelligence now
and he was keeping up with the light nicely.
“Okay Mooorty, just copy after me,” Rick held up his hands and did some
intricate finger motions in a difficult order. Morty copied it almost perfectly
so he moved on to the next task as he closed his eyes and touched each finger
to his nose. Mortybot followed his example touching his finger fairly close to
the same spot. His perception and movements were only a little off, nothing a
few commands couldn’t fix.
He grabbed the pad and typed in the few adjustments that the bot needed. “So R-
r-rick, why am I here?” Rick grinned at the question, the excitement he’d felt
earlier growing. Mortybot was showing the right amount of curiosity and asking
the right questions. He took a drink from his flask and looked at the bot.
“You’re-urrpp-you’re here to suck my cock,” Mortybot eyes widened and as he
blushed, Rick was proud of himself with how realistic his reaction looked, “and
I’m-I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Oh w-w-wow, wow, wow, I mean, t-t-t-that’s wow, I…” Mortybot looked so shy and
nervous as he stuttered over whatever he was trying to say, it was delicious.
Rick sat the mini computer aside and took Mortybot’s hand in his, leading the
bot off of the table and Rick slowly guided the bot to him and placed his hands
on its waist.
“What’s the matter, don’t want to get fucked by grandpa Morty?” Rick leaned
down and ran his hand under the bots shirt and felt the perfect humanlike
warmth of it’s skin. He felt so real and Rick was pretty damn pleased with what
he was seeing and feeling so far.
“I m-mean I guess so, but I n-never did anything like that before, I don’t
think, I think I’d like - I’d like that… but can we t-take it slow.” Mortybot
looked at him with the innocent look that Morty gave him sometimes.
Rick took a drink from his flask and sat it down beside him, he wiped the drool
from his bottom lip and placed a gentle hand on Mortybot’s cheek. “Course we
can-urrrp-can take it slow Morty.”
He leaned further down and kissed Mortybot’s cheek softly. Rick briefly
wondered how the real Morty would act in this situation and locked the thought
away and out of his mind quickly. He made Mortybot for a reason and right now
he would be his real Morty and he’d try to let himself believe that for now.
“R-rick,” Morty sighed softly as Rick kissed over his cheek trailing down to
his neck.
Rick trailed his hand under Morty’s shirt over his stomach until he reached
Morty's chest. Rick rubbed his fingers over Morty's left nipple pinching it
gently until it hardened. Morty reacted perfectly as he moaned and pressed
himself against both Rick's hand and mouth.
Rick sucked at Morty's neck as he moved his hand over to play with his right
nipple. He kissed against Morty’s neck before moving back to look over his
face.
“Tell me Morty, tell me what you want from grandpa?”
“ I w-want you to keep making me feel good please.”
It was a simple request but it had taken Rick weeks to figure out how to fine
tune. He didn't just want a poor copy of his grandson, he wanted a genuine
representation and he wanted to make sure that it felt every kiss and touch he
had to offer.
“Of course baby, I’m-I'm gonna make everything feel good.” Rick kissed his way
up Morty's neck and chin, “so fucking good.”he mumbled before soft lips pressed
against his and they were kissing.
Rick cupped Mortys face with his hands and pressed his tongue into Morty’s
mouth Rick almost couldn't believe how real this felt. He could feel when Morty
drew in air when they pulled apart before reconnecting their mouths. How Morty
responded to each motion of his tongue naturally and moaned into the kiss. Rick
drew away from the kiss to look over Morty’s face it was covered in a deep
blush and he whined softly under Rick's gaze. Rick looked down and could see
that Morty was reacting to the stimulation from the outline of his hardon.
“Grandpa's gonna suck your dick Morty, gonna suck it so good, that-that sounds
good Morty?”
“Oh God, please Ri-Rick.”
“Let’s - Let’s get your clothes off Morty.” Rick let himself grin at the shy
look Morty gave as he nodded. Morty lifted his arms as Rick took his shirt off.
His skin wasn't flawless, it bared the scars that his Morty had on his own
body. Some details were important for immersion, after all Rick had fantasized
about trailing up each one with kisses.
Rick did just that as he got down on his knees kissing down Morty's chest and
stomach. He unbuttoned Morty's jeans and pressed his hand against the outline
of Morty's hardon rubbing it slowly.
He looked up at Morty who was biting his lip, face burning red and looking
deliciously desperate. Morty gripped his shoulders as Rick slowly pulled his
jeans down. He took them off one leg at a time and tossed them aside.
“Want me to take- to take these off d-don't you Morty?” He placed his hand over
Morty’s hardon and rubbed over his underwear slowly.
Morty nodded and rolled his hips so he could press his cock firmly against
Rick's hand.
Rick smirked and thought about teasing his creation a bit more before deciding
he would save that for another time, for now he had a dick to test out. He
slowly pulled the underwear down taking the head of Morty’s cock in his mouth
before he even had them all the way off.
Rick went right for it as he took Morty’s entire cock in his mouth. He listened
closely to the moans of pleasure that fell from Morty’s mouth. It was good but
something sounded off, Rick gave it another suck before pulling away as he
sighed internally stood up and grabbed the mini computer and found the
algorithms that equaled to pleasure.
“R-rick, did- is s-something wrong?” Morty asked nervously.
“Noth-nothing big, just-urp-need to make a little adjusting- some fine tuning.”
“Oh, o-okay.” Rick spared a quick glance over to a very nervous Morty who had
decided to lean against Ricks workbench and place a hand over his junk to cover
it.
Rick hadn't directly programmed embarrassment into the bot, but he'd made damn
sure to make him as Morty as possible. Which happened to include worry and
embarrassment and fuck if it wasn't cute.
Rick didn't really need to fix anything much, he'd forgotten to adjust the
variables for different zones of pleasure. So sucking his dick had felt like
licking his nipples, which wasn't good.
With the problem fixed Rick set the mini computer aside and grinned as Morty
let out a surprised yelp when he picked him up. Rick sat him down on the
workbench and kissed him before he could think up any other questions to ask.
Morty placed his hands on Ricks shoulders and pressed against him kissing back.
It felt good to hold Morty close to him and feel his body heat seep through his
shirt. There were no jagged edges or any sharp juts, he felt and sounded so
real. Rick ran a hand down and over Morty’s stomach until he had his hand
around his cock.
He gave it one sure stroke causing Morty to arch his back and gasp out in
pleasure, “R-rick oh shit, Rick…”
Rick continued stroking him and settled to sucking on Morty’s neck. The way
Morty’s body shuddered against him and the moans he was making were making Rick
painfully hard. He'd wanted to include a bit more foreplay and get that blowjob
he'd mentioned, but fucking Morty was the only thing on his mind now.
“Morty?” Rick said his name in a way that asked for reply, it was another check
up that took him out of the experience a bit.
“Y-yeah- R-r- Oh God - Rick.”
Rick smirked, “I'm gonna fuck you right now-urp- right here, want that baby?
Want me to fuck you Morty?”
“Y-yes Rick.” Morty moaned loudly as Rick gave his dick another good stroke.
Rick stood to his full height and unbuckled himself and pushed his clothes down
enough to free his cock. It was thick, rigid, leaking precum and most people
would be intimidated by the sight and Morty was no exception as he gripped the
base of his dick and pressed it against Mortys entrance.
“Wa-wait Rick, aren't you s-supposed to-to prepare me or-or-”
“Shh, shhh, D-don’t worry about it, I did some - worked it so you can handle
me, you’ll love it.” Morty nodded as he bit his lip nervously, Rick supposed
from his point of view he was having sex for the first time. Well lucky for him
he was created by someone that had his pleasure (even if created for a selfish
reason) in mind.
Rick gave Morty a reassuring kiss before looking back down at his cock pressed
against his entrance. Morty gripped his shoulders and looked away as Rick
pushed the head of his cock inside. Rick groaned in pleasure as he moved his
hips forward his cock going in inch by inch until he was pressed against Morty
completely.
It was so hot, tight and the addition of self lubrication was working wonders.
Morty moaned as he began working his cock in and out of him slowly. All that
work was finally paying off, the sounds that fell from Morty’s mouth, the
organic feeling of fucking his grandson, how easy it was for him to forget this
wasn’t real.
“Like that don’t you - you like me fucking you like this Morty?”
“Yes, yes I-I love the way you f-fuck me grandpa Rick.”
Rick wasn’t prepared to hear Morty say grandpa, had he programmed that?
Whatever the case it drove him wild as he tightly gripped Morty’s hips and sped
up. It felt amazing, it was the perfect amount of everything that set Rick off
. That combined with the sounds Morty were making, Rick could already feel how
close he was.
Morty was responding with equal amounts of vigor, pressing into each thrust,
responding to Rick’s touches beautifully and chanting his name.
“Touch yourself Morty.”
Morty didn’t hesitate to listen as he gripped his length and began to stroke
it. Rick could feel as Morty’s body began to twitch and knew he was close. This
was the real test and he really hoped that his body could handle it. He kissed
Morty and forgot about everything but the feeling of his cock inside of Morty.
After a few more thrust Rick felt as Morty movements stilled and leaned back
enough to watch him have an orgasm. His mouth open as he gasped for air his
eyes rolling back as he took a shuddered breath before yelling out, “Fu-fuck,
grandpa,” as he came.
That was enough to send another ripple of pleasure of Rick’s body and he knew
that he was about to have an orgasm. Morty came over his hand and stomach and
Rick could see it in Morty’s face that he was experiencing the pleasure he’d
created. He’d only just started fucking Morty but this was enough to send him
over the edge too.
Rick gripped Mortys hips as he thrust into him a few more times until he
couldn’t anymore. A low fuck ripped from his throat as he came deep inside of
the body beneath him. Rick felt the waves of his orgasm wash over him and knew
nothing but pleasure for a few moments before his thoughts slowly filtered back
into his mind. He looked at Morty who was staring at him with amazement in his
features, it was cute and he supposed appropriate. Rick would have loved to
stay in that moment but he could feel his dick getting sensitive inside Morty.
Rick gently pulled himself out of Morty feeling as his body tightened
immediately. Rick had made it like that so he wouldn’t have to worry about
wiping his come out of Morty’s ass. It wasn’t very immersive but it made things
easier and saved time, so why not.
After a moment of silence Morty took a deep breath his face going from
satisfied to worried.
“Rick?” His voice was careful.
“Yeah?”
“I w-want to keep existing, please don't get ri-rid of me.”
Rick wasn’t surprised by the speed of his autonomy since self awareness in his
creations had always been a problem of his. But this time Rick considered it a
good thing, he'd be better to tease, fuck and Rick would get more varied
reaction from him as more time went by. Of course it could all go to hell and
the bot could spaz out, but for now he’d let it be.
Rick looked over the bots concerned face and chuckled. “Alright don't - don't
get your panties in a bunch Mooorty,” he grabbed his flask took a long drink
from it and burped before continuing. “I didn’t spend months making you to
throw you away like - like a pile of garbage Morty.”
“Wow it- it took y-you months?” Morty’s eyebrows arched in surprise.
“Yeah, don’t think to hard about it Mooorty.”.
“Jeez Rick, I’m-I’m not going to, I just - usually you i-invent things in a
week tops.” Morty sighed in what looked like frustration and Rick couldn’t help
but laugh.
“Don’t worry Morty like I said I’m-I’m not throwing you out,” that was enough
to get a smile out of the bot. “Now-now get your cloths on, gotta go-go and
charge yourself.”
He kissed Morty on the cheek and stepped aside to give Morty room to get off
the workbench. He tucked himself in and chuckled when the bot suddenly looked
embarrassed as if he’d forgotten he was naked. Rick grabbed the mini computer
and turned his attention to the data flashing on the screen.
“Shouldn’t I y-you know t-take a shower?” Morty asked as he gathered up his
cloths.
“Don’t gotta worry about that either, your home - your compartment takes care
of that.” Rick replied as he looked over the data that had been collected. Even
though Morty had experienced an intense orgasm he hadn’t even come close to
overheating. Rick deemed his creation a success, now he had a sentient and self
aware robot grandson to fuck.
“It-it doesn’t l-l-look very comfortable.” Morty had already gotten all his
cloths on and was standing next to Rick now.
“It’s not made to be comfortable, it’s it’s about practicality, can’t -can’t
have a gia-uurrp- giant room under the garage Moouughty, not practical.” He sat
the computer down and gave the bot a little pat on the head. “You won't
remember it, next time we - I get you out will f-feel like no-no time at all.”
“O-okay,” Morty still looked nervous but accepting of the answer.
Rick walked over to the stand with Morty, when Morty didn’t get on it right
away he looked over at him. He was fidgeting and looking between the stand and
Rick. Rick arched his eyebrow and waited to see what else Morty wanted.
“Ummm, Rick c-c-can you k-kiss me one more t-time before I get in?” Rick was
surprised but figured he could oblige.
“Yeah baby come-come here.” Rick said smoothly and Morty was on him placing his
arms around his shoulders and drawing his mouth to Ricks.
Rick knew that if he hadn’t just had a mind blowing orgasm he’d be getting hard
again. Morty was really getting into it and Rick wondered if he was already on
his way to trying to get the upper hand. Before that thought could gain much
traction Morty was already pulling away from the kiss. He smiled at Rick,
thanked him softly and stepped on his stand without another word. The soft
magnetic pull in the stand kept him upright as he went into hibernation mode.
He lowered into the ground looking as if he was peacefully sleeping.
Rick looked over at the spot where he’d just had sex with the bot. The room
didn’t smell of sex, there was nothing to clean, the only sign that something
happened was the light sheen of sweat on his brow and the mini computer on the
workbench. There was nothing left for him to do but drink away any guilt that
might bubble up in his too sober mind. He closed and set the computer aside as
he grabbed his flask and took a drink.
Rick checked the time as he walked into the kitchen barely two hours had
passed. The robot had enough juice to last a couple of days but it was easier
to tell him he needed charging. He didn’t ever plan on telling Mortybot that
though, Rick didn’t want to find out if his creation could feel overwhelming
sadness like the rest of humanity.
Now with nothing else to do Rick supposed he could go and drag Morty out of
school for an adventure. He drank down some more alcohol and knew he was too
sober to look his grandson in the face right now. And anyways he had two hours
of sleep and a lot more drinking to catch up on.
***** Time With Morty *****
Chapter Notes
     This is a short chapter that brings real Morty into the story. This
     wasn't initially planned but it fits with where I want to go with
     this. Just a little view of the end of an adventure and there
     interactions with each other. Thank you for the lovely comments and
     as always more are welcome and appreciated, enjoy.
Blobs of green goo whizzed over their shoulders as they ran from the pissed
aliens that were chasing after them. Morty held the cubes they’d stolen from
said aliens because of course Rick needed them. So running for their lives from
green acid goo was bound to happen on there adventure today. Morty was running
next to Rick and the Kazor were gaining on them and the ooze was getting
dangerously close now.
“Come on Morty!” Rick grabbed Morty’s arm and yanked him around the corner.
They continued running as Rick racked his brain on what he needed to do. They
were too close and there were too many of them to use the portal gun as a
weapon or escape. Rick knew he had to get them off their asses somehow or kill
them.
Rick looked over the buildings and spotted a giant electric pole close by and
thought about what he could do with that. The plan was formed and Rick just
needed -
“Rick!” He looked up and saw a particularly big chuck of acid goo about to land
squarely on Morty. He instinctively shoved Morty out of the way, the goop
covered his right shoulder and arm and he could feel a tingly sensation above
his arm as it started eating through his lab coat. Some had landed on Morty’s
right leg but they’d avoided most of it and it hadn’t slowed them down.
They ran another minute and turned several more corners until they reached the
electric pole. The Kazor had fallen behind enough to give Rick the time he
needed as they ran behind it for cover. Rick could feel the acid stinging now
and knew it was now eating away at his flesh. He was glad it was slow though,
he knew his arm would be bone right now if it had been Kazapian acid. He shot
into the pole as he grabbed a cube from Morty and smashed it on the ground. It
cracked into shards and dust from inside it coated the ground. Rick covered his
hands in the dust to block electric current and picked up a big piece of the
cube.
He grabbed and yanked out the wires in the pole, he quickly picked the colors
that he needed and wrapped them around the shard. He scooped up some goo that
was eating away at his arm and smeared it on top of the wires.
“Fuck yes!” Rick could feel the buildup of energy and he knew the bastards were
coming up now. He aimed the piece in his hand in their direction. “Eat this
Bitches!”
A blast of energy burst out of the chuck in his hand and burned through
everything in front of it. He angled the ray so it would cut through the pole
and laughed when it began to fall back. He could hear the panicked cries of the
aliens as they ran for their lives.
He blasted off a few heads before dropping the piece and they bolted out of
there. Rick portaled them to the garage and ran to his workbench, he grabbed
liquids and powders and began mixing them together.
“Oww,” Rick took a quick glance back and spotted Morty on the floor his leg
looked pretty bad now.
Rick could feel the panic deep inside him and refused to acknowledge it as he
dropped in the last ingredient. A few shakes and there it was Rick watched as
the liquid turned into a green tinted cream and he went to Morty right away.
Morty's pants were flimsy and had disintegrated faster than his cloths and it
had eaten away at more flesh than he’d estimated. He poured the cream onto his
hand and pressed it into Morty’s wound. The grimace on Morty’s face was enough
to know that it didn’t feel good, but it was working. The goo in his leg was
cleaned out and the cream began repairing the hole that had been forming.
“Th-thanks Rick,” Morty smiled at him gratefully and Rick felt it.
“Yeah whatever Morty, if your dumb ass hadn’t tripped the wire- the wire that
was right there in plain sight I might add, we wouldn’t have - have had to run
for our lives yet again.” Rick was already back near his workbench slathering
on the remaining cream over his shoulder and arm. Once done he grabbed the
flask he’d been wanting to drink from for the last ten minutes and took a few
swallows.
“Jeez Rick, it-it wasn’t t-that obvious,” Morty grumbled his smile now replaced
by a frown .
“Yeah if you’re blind Mooor-urp-ty,” Rick walked over to Morty and grabbed the
cubes around him. He could see that he’d hurt Morty’s feelings yet again, but
he couldn’t let himself feel bad about it. He sat down and looked over the
cubes, nothing interesting but it kept his mind off of Morty.
“So Rick w-what are you going to use these for?” Rick looked over at Morty as
he walked over and quickly glanced down to his leg noticing a faint scar there
now.
“I’m going to do something with it that your - that your tiny little brain
couldn’t possibly comprehend, so I’m not even going to pre-urp-pretend to
explain this to you Morty, it would be a waste of both of our time, but mostly
mine.” He said as he focused his attention back on the cube.
“Fine,” Morty sounded hurt and instead of arguing like he used to he just left.
Rick felt like a jackass when he heard the door slam but he knew it was better
this way. He set the cube he’d been holding down and rubbed his temples. Ever
since he’d realized his attraction for Morty he’d slowly been pushing him away.
He’d become meaner, more insulting and downright cruel and it was only getting
worse. Now with Mortybot in play it had gotten harder to look at Morty without
thinking about all the things he’d done. There was never enough alcohol to
drown out the memories and he was too weak to stop. Rick laughed at his
pathetic thoughts and drank some more liquor.
He wouldn’t feel sorry for himself, not when he was already making plans to add
Morty's new scar onto Mortybot.
***** Reflection *****
Chapter Summary
     Mortybot thinks about things and fun stuff.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Whenever Mortybot turned on his first thought was always that he was happy to
be alive again. Even if alive wasn’t really what he was, Mortybot couldn’t help
but think of it that way. The next thing he’d usually do was greet Rick and do
whatever it was that was planned out. Today was different though because for
the first time Rick wasn’t here to greet him. He knew better then to panic
though, if he was out that meant Rick had activated him.
He looked over to the workbench and noticed a sheet of paper with writing on it
and some folded up clothes next to it. He walked over and read the letter.
Morty I got you an outfit, put it on and meet me in the living room, I’m sure
you can manage.
Morty looked over at the clothes in question and picked the first part up, he
knew what it was right away and felt as his face heated in embarrassment. It
was a maid outfit complete with the head band, duster, wristbands and black
lacy panties, Rick had even gotten him some thigh highs. He didn’t know he
could get this self-conscious as he looked over each piece.
Morty thought about what Rick talked about whenever they weren’t having sex.
He’d spent some time just talking with Rick and he couldn’t recall any mention
of a maid outfit. He couldn’t really remember everything that was said and in
fact he couldn’t really recall every time they’d had sex either. It was there,
but faded as if his programming was keeping it from staying fresh in his mind.
He supposed if he remembered it with clarity it wouldn’t be very human.
He turned his attention back to the clothing and sighed, he figured it meant
that this was a surprise. Rick did like to get reactions out of him and he knew
that with this on he’d definitely be reacting. He slowly took off his normal
attire and folded them up setting them off to the side and picked up the main
part of the maid outfit. He pulled it over his head and pulled it down, feeling
the fabric unfold as he pulled it all the way down. It fit like a glove and he
guessed Rick had made it specifically for him. The fabric was soft and felt
nice to the touch and even though Morty liked that, he didn't really know how
he felt about the outfit.
There was nothing for him to do about it though, he imagined if he’d gone into
the living room saying he’d refused Rick would have convinced him to wear it.
Before he’d worry about being scrapped every time he said or did something dumb
but now he was pretty sure Rick wouldn’t do that. He knew he’d been around for
two months from the calendar in the garage and considering how many times he'd
been out he figured that Rick enjoyed his company.
Morty knew there was only one way this was going as he put on the rest of the
outfit. He paused after pulling up his panties to appreciate the feel of cool
silk on his skin before moving on to put on the thigh highs. They felt nice too
and even though he felt silly wearing this he knew that Rick had gotten him
some nice clothing. There were no shoes for him to wear, so with nothing left
to put on he grabbed the duster and left the garage and made his way to the
living room.
He knew where everything was and many other irrelevant things that didn’t make
him any better at doing what he mainly did. Morty sometimes thought about
asking Rick why he had these memories and personality traits. But he knew it
was a dumb thing to ask since he was based off of Rick’s real grandson. He knew
what the answer was, even if he didn't like it, he was only an imitation and
these memories made him better at that.
He entered the living room and noticed Ball Fondlers on the screen. Morty
smiled as he recalled watching previous episodes and he knew that he’s like the
show. He hoped to get some time after to watch a bit but for now he was here
for Rick. He walked to the side of the couch and turned to Rick who was already
giving him a lookover.
“Fuck, look at you Morty - look at you, so cute and sexy in your little maid
outfit, do a - do a twirl for me Morty.”
“I d-don’t know R-rick, I think I look pretty silly.” Even as said that he did
an awkward twirl for Rick. The word scrawny came to mind as he looked over at
the reflection on the glass doors.
“Well get your silly little ass over there and start dusting,” Rick pointed to
the television stand and smirked as Morty groaned.
“C-come on Rick,” Morty rolled his eyes.
“I don't - I’m not seeing any dusting going on Morty,” Rick sounded like he was
having too much fun with this.
“Fine,” Morty walked over to the stand and began dusting it, he could feel
Ricks eyes on him as he walked passed the television and began dusting down the
side. He couldn’t ignore his reflection on the screen and as far as he was
concerned he looked ridiculous. But he could also see the way Rick was watching
him in the reflection.
He could think of many sexy things and he wouldn’t count the way he looked as
one. It was a strange thought though, especially when he got excited over Rick
so easily. Of course it was part of his programming, but he was aware and he
could identify which characters in the show was attractive or not. He took a
quick glance over at Rick and wondered if he was genuinely attracted to him,
for a man his age he looked good, he was strong, his body felt good, it felt
nice to be held by him and maybe there was more to it.
“Make sure to dust the books.”
“Come on,” Morty stopped and placed his hands on his hips and gave Rick a look
that expressed his annoyance.
“Alright you little complaining shit,” Morty began walking towards Rick. “Wait
Morty,” Morty stopped and Rick smirked. “I wanna see a little sexy walk over
here Morty.”
Morty huffed but didn’t say anything, in a show of confidence he didn’t really
have he stepped one foot in front of the other, the way models did. He got
embarrassed when he saw his reflection on the glass door, then he proceeded to
trip over his own foot and bump into the coffee table.
He reached Rick and he was sure that was the least sexiest thing ever. Though
when he looked at Rick he could tell that he’d enjoyed every bit of it. Morty
briefly wondered where his programming went into play and if he really had any
real flaws.
“There you g-go.”
“What’s the matter, don’t- don’t like a little roleplaying Morty?” Rick asked
with a voice that never failed to turn Morty on.
“Only b-because I look dumb,” Morty replied still not understanding with Rick
saw.
“You're not wearing it to turn yourself on idiot,” Morty was about to protest,
but Rick pulled him onto his lap. “You know I'm here to do - to do that.”
Morty bit his lip as he nodded because he knew Rick was right. He could forget
about the teasing and discomfort now that he was on Rick’s lap with his arms
around his waist. Morty could smell the scent of alcohol coming from his breath
as he leaned into a kiss. It was a strange thing to think about, he still
didn’t understand why kissing was so good and why it turned him on so much.
Maybe it was his attraction to Rick regardless he knew that it was enough to
enjoy it, that the sensation that accompanied the kisses were pleasing.
Rick placed his hands on Morty’s ass, squeezing and rubbing his hands over each
cheek. It didn't feel nearly as good as the kiss but it turned him on too. It
was knowing that Rick was touching his body to get aroused that did it. He knew
that his program probably dictated that but just like his attraction to Rick it
felt like it was more than that. He loved it when Rick moved his hand to pull
down his top enough to suck on his nipple. Morty mouth fell open as he dug his
fingers into Ricks hair and held him tight already gyrating his hips excited
for whatever rick wanted to do next. Rick leaned back and met his eyes a grin
on his face.
“On the floor baby, I want your lips wrapped around my dick Morty.”
Morty never failed to blush at the lewd statements Rick said. He slid off of
Rick and dropped the duster on the floor before opening his fly. He didn’t want
to tease Rick even after being made to dust, Morty hadn’t sucked him off the
last few times and he knew that he wanted this. Once he’d pushed Rick’s pants
and underwear down Morty wrapped his fingers around his cock. It was half
chubbed and Morty wanted to feel it get hard in his mouth. He could admit to
himself that he loved to watch his creator's face contort in pleasure as he
undid him with his tongue and mouth.
He licked along it softly at first, giving it a few slow strokes before taking
the head in his mouth. Morty licked around the head and sucked gently, it was
getting harder in his mouth and he could see the beginning of a blush on Rick’s
cheeks. Morty thought it was cute the way Rick stared at him and petted his
head softly, encouraging him to use his beautiful mouth. He wouldn’t say this
was his favorite thing to do but when Rick was moaning and saying his name that
way it was at that moment.
Morty could taste the precome that leaked from his now fully erect dick. It was
a strange taste just like the alcohol taste on his tongue. It was just part of
the entire experience that Morty had come to love though. He knew how
attraction worked and that he was attracted to Rick, because of his programming
or not. So when it came to Rick he enjoyed everything that came with having
these moments with him.
Morty concentrated on the task before him as he pressed his face against Rick’s
body pubic hair brushed against his face as he sucked his entire cock in. Deep
throating was a mostly new experience for him, he hadn’t even thought to do it
until Rick had asked him too. Of course being a robot made it easier even
though he still had to use oxygen to function he could last a while without.
Rick explained that to him so now whenever Rick fucked his face like he was
doing right now he didn’t worry about it.
“Pull up-move your skirt-urp-stroke your dick so I can see.”
Morty held the fabric aside and pushed his panties down enough to grip his
cock. It felt amazing to stroke it and the sight of Rick watching him like this
made it better. He moaned his throat vibrating around Rick’s cock and Rick
mouth fell open as his breathing hitched. He stopped and gripped his dick as he
slid it slowly out of Morty’s mouth.
“Monsieur, did I do a g-good job?” Morty asked in an accent that he felt might
be sexy and blinked his eyes innocently up at Rick.
“Oh fuck,” Rick growled the words out and Morty knew he’d surprised him in a
good way. He bit his lips then opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He
knew Rick wouldn’t last much longer as he threaded his fingers through his hair
and held his face close.
Rick stroked himself until his hips jerked and he came all over Morty’s face
and tongue moaning low and deep Morty moaned as the Rick milked his cock to the
last drop, he swallowed the come in his mouth and stroked his own cock faster.
He closed his eyes and let the pleasure build, he knew that Rick was watching
him as he used his other hand to wipe up the come from his face and suck it off
his fingers.
When he opened his eyes and locked his gaze with Rick’s he could feel his
orgasm coming. He gasped when his body was gripped with intense pleasure and he
called out Rick's name as he came. It landed on his hand and the carpet beneath
and again it felt amazing. As he caught his breath he looked over at the
sliding door and saw himself in it again. He moved his hand to lick the cum on
it and it did look pretty sexy. He wasn’t going to get off on himself but he
could understand what Rick saw in him now.
“So you liked, l-liked that huh?” Morty asked as he turned back to Rick and
made himself as decent as he could in the maid outfit.
“Yeah you little shit, with the way you were complaining, I didn’t think you’d
pull an accent on me.”
“I knew y-you’d like it though,” Morty couldn’t help but feel a little smug
about getting Rick to come early..
Rick frowned at him then chuckled as he shook his head and rubbed Morty’s hair
affectionately.
“C-can I watch Ball fondlers with you f-for a little while Rick?” Morty sat
down next to Rick.
Rick checked his watch before answering, “Yeah we got a little while, some - a
couple of episodes can’t hurt.” Morty smiled and snuggled up next to Rick happy
when he Rick drapped his hand over his shoulder. Morty enjoyed this closeness
since it set off another type of pleasure that he found that he enjoyed.
He tried to pay his full attention to the show but his mind kept wandering to
other thoughts. He went from wondering how alike he was to the real Morty to
pondering if he could eat what he’d get first. It was the memories of things
that hadn’t happened to him that kept him distracted when he had time to think.
“W-whoa that guy just b-blew up out of nowhere!” Morty laughed at the other’s
characters reactions.
He knew all this over thinking probably wasn’t good, but he mostly felt fine
with how it was now. Of course he thought about the future, would his existence
be centered around these moments until he wasn’t needed again. Nonexistence
shouldn’t have scared him because everytime he stepped on his stand he knew
nothing. There were no worries, fears or second guessing once he was on the
stand. But right before he went off he’d always feel a split second of raw fear
worried that it would be the last time.
Every time he opened his eyes to the world again he just let himself enjoy the
moment just like before. It was a repeating cycle that would likely be the only
one he’d know. It didn’t make him sad exactly but he did crave to go out into
the world now. He looked over at Rick and was surprised to see him staring
back, he could tell Rick had noticed him spacing out and felt nervous.
“Something the matter Morty?” It wasn’t exactly an accusatory tone but it was
close enough.
“Oh n-n-nothing really,” Morty answered and Rick responded with an unconvinced
hmm and arched his eyebrow in question. Morty knew he wasn’t going to get away
with this since he’d been caught. “O-okay I was just th-thinking about stuff.”
Rick muted the television and motioned his hand for Morty to continue.
Morty sat up straighter trying to keep himself from looking to serious as he
started, “It’s not a b-big deal really, I was j-just wondering about what food
might taste like and w-well...” Morty was nervous now, he hoped he wasn’t
pushing it. “What it’d be like to go to the movies or y-you know leave the
house s-s-sometimes.” He rubbed his arms feeling guilty for even bringing it
up. Even though he didn’t like thinking about it, he knew his purpose was to be
a sex robot and saying this was going way beyond that.
“Alright.” Rick said nonchalantly.
Morty looked at Rick in surprise as excitement of the prospect welled up inside
him. “W-wait what f-for real, r-really?”
“Yeah, as long as we have time why the hell not?” Rick shrugged like it was a
no brainer and drank from his flask.
“Wow c-cool, I c-can’t wait.” Morty couldn't believe how smoothly it was going,
then a thought occurred to him. “Oh, um can I even e-eat Rick?”
“Wouldn't make much sense to give you taste of you couldn't,” Rick took another
drink before continuing with a playful tone. “I mean Morty you've been eating -
slurping down my come like a champ for a while now.”
Even though Morty had just swallowed down Rick's come (and his own) he felt
embarrassed hearing it said that way.
“You can't eat m-urpp-much though, just a little here and there, your body
needs to process it into energy and shit.”
Morty nodded as he quickly forgot about being embarrassed, he’d be going out
one day, he'd be able to eat and do something new. He snuggled back up to Rick
feeling happiness he hadn’t felt before and finally stopped over thinking so
much about everything. Rick turned the volume back on and Mortybot finally paid
his full attention to the show.
Chapter End Notes
     So there is a bit of the smut I said would be happening a lot. I saw
     a drawing of Morty in a maid outfit with Rick and oh my goodness. I
     had to post this before I over analyzed every sentence for a month so
     hopefully it's decent. I think I might add one more chapter with
     Mortybot and Rick because once Morty get's into this, drama is going
     to hit the fan, it's going to be all over everything for a while.
     This Rick and Morty aren't the main one's but I think if I were to
     pick a dimension it'd be a C one, so it'd be kinda similar. Hope
     everyone enjoyed the chapter, thanks for all the kudos and reviews so
     far. Always appreciate them and see you in the next update.
***** Rick's Thoughts *****
Chapter Summary
     Rick's thinking again, takes place right after the previous chapter.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
He’d known that eventually it would happen, the longer Mortybot existed the
more likely he was to want things. Simple freedoms that human’s experienced,
things that Morty got to do, that the robot remembered doing. Placing his
grandson’s memories into the robot hadn’t been his brightest decision.
But of course since he’d done it for selfish reasons, even though he knew this
would eventually happen he was willing to take that risk. Rick knew that it
could get worse and the longer Mortybot existing the possibility of it all
blowing up in his face became greater. Rick was aware that Mortybot could have
gone down a different path of thinking. He could have become angry, could have
demanded freedom and even fought for it.
Rick felt that eventually he would reach that point, but for now he was happy
with this little bit of freedom. Rick wouldn’t mull over every detail or
decision he’d made when he’d made Mortybot. He’d deal with the choices he’d
made and if the time came when he’d have to find a solution, he would. He only
hoped that it wouldn't call for extreme measures.
Over the last couple of months he’d noticed every time Mortybot internally
panicked about something. He’d also watched as Mortybot calmed down when he
came to the realization that Rick wasn’t going to scrap him. Rick knew that now
was the start of the next stage where he’d become more confident, sure of
himself and begin questioning life.
Rick looked down at Mortybot and noted the look of happiness on his face. It
was easy to think of him as Morty instead, especially when he looked so perfect
like this. But Rick was aware of the fact that Mortybot was a placeholder for
everything he wanted to take from Morty. That his Morty was suffering, that he
was a shitty person and it felt like he was losing control sometimes.
Sometimes he wondered why he thought it was a good idea to work so hard on him
in the first place. His unhealthy feelings for his grandson had lead to him
making this replica of Morty. This replica that wanted to experience life like
a human and all Rick could do was agree. If Rick hadn't agreed he knew that it
would break his heart, he was just a robot but Rick knew at this point that his
emotions were just a genuine as any human.
-
It was after the show and after getting Mortybot to admit that yes he was hot
in the maid costume. After they said goodbye and Mortybot asked for a last
kiss, the way he always did now. After all that Rick sighed out loud as he
unwillingly thought about the situation.
Rick could tell that Mortybot’s personality while similar to Morty’s had slowly
been shifting. He was more obedient than Morty, more emotional, and obviously a
lot more innocent and unaware of where he stood in the world. It was all good
when it came to him serving his purpose, it was great when it came down to the
sex. But he wasn’t Morty and Rick knew that even if he worked harder to make
him better it would never compare. Morty wasn’t a cut and paste and he
surprised Rick every time he did something that Rick would never expect. He was
growing more confident and even when Rick tore him down he came back for more.
Rick had also agreed to his request because even though he could rewrite,
adjust and edit the memories of his creation he wasn't going to . He knew it
was nonsensical but he felt guilty about ever contemplating it. It wasn’t new
to him, but it was definitely rare for him to feel like this and with all the
time that had passed that guilt had become stronger. He was aware of the fact
that he’d never be able to bring himself to make any changes.
After making sure to put everything away he went back to the living room and
sat back down. He thought about all the other Rick’s he’d met and knew that
many of them never felt guilt. He’d talked to enough of them to know they had
no moral code. He wasn’t much better when it came down to it but Rick knew that
on the central finite curve he was more emotional than what most Ricks would
consider acceptable. It wasn’t as if he was crying in bar’s and visiting
therapist because he couldn’t keep his emotions in check. But compared to most
other Rick’s he made more questionable decisions based on emotions. Making the
robot in the first place hadn’t been the big mistake, it had been all the time
he invested on making him as authentic as possible. It was letting him grow and
learn outside of sex and allowing him to maintain self awareness from the
start.
Rick never blinked an eye to most deaths because he just didn’t care. Morty was
the one person he’d willingly put his life in the line for. He would die for
Morty’s sake if it was the only way to keep him safe. Now he had imposed a
fraction of that devotion onto Mortybot and he knew it wasn’t healthy.
Gazorpazorpfield started playing on the screen and Rick couldn’t be bothered to
turn the volume on. Morty would be home soon and he had somewhere he had an
adventure to take him on. He’d thought about all the bullshit long enough.
Rick knew that he was playing with fire, but he wasn’t planning on getting
burned.
Chapter End Notes
     The next chapter will be Mortybot and Rick centered. It will (really)
     be the last chapter before Morty comes into the picture. I didn't
     plan on adding this or the next one, but I have some fun planned for
     Mortybot. Again thank you for the reviews and Kudos! See you until
     next update. :)
     Also made a Tumblr for Rick and Morty smut, prompts and what not
     welcome. I haven't really been into this ship for long, so I'm just
     now finding all the gems on there.
     https://voidspaced.tumblr.com/
***** A bit of everything and a fair *****
Chapter Summary
     Rick spends time with his family and an opportunity is handed to him.
     He'll get to spend some quality time with Mortybot.
Chapter Notes
     Hello! This took a while but it's here, beta'd by the lovely
     Fitzcarraldo.
     Enjoy.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“So I told him to butt out!” Summer finished her tirade of how she told off
some boy.
It was a Sunday morning and a day with the Smith family minus Jerry plus one
Rick Sanchez gathered together for breakfast. Rick sat accompanied with his
glass of juice and stack of pancakes dripping in syrup. He could enjoy them and
forget about any difficulties and technicalities in his life.
Morty was now babbling about something to do with school and Summer had started
texting, laughing at something on her phone.
“S-so I was thinking, Mom.” Rick’s attention turned to Morty when he became
visibly nervous.
“There’s th-this budget camp thing that's s-supposed to be really cool.” He
pulled out a flyer and set it down at the center of the table.
“Oh sweetie, you know with the divorce we-”
“I know, Mom,” Morty interrupted then quickly followed that with a sorry. He
went on to explain how cheap it is compared to how much was being offered. Rick
would admit that there was some good points there, the kid had really
researched it and he could almost let himself be proud.
He sat silent eating his pancakes though and just rolled his eyes when Morty
looked over at him with a worried expression. The fact that the kid was still
concerned with his approval after all the shit talking was endearing. Rick
pointedly ignored it, just like he did with other looks that Morty gave him
now; ignoring was the best answer to many of life’s problems.
“When would this be?” Beth asked.
“Next week.” Beth nodded as she looked over the flyer.
“Alright...I suppose, since I’ll be away too.” She looked over at Rick almost
as if she wanted to ask if he was okay with this. But then she’d be admitting
that Rick’s time was more important in some way. She bit her tongue though and
everyone turned to Summer when she squealed in excitement.
“OMG, there is gonna be a concert event next week, I can pay, please Mom? I’ll
get a ride and everything!”
“I don’t know…”
“Come on, Mom, Morty gets to go, I’m paying my own way.”
After a long pause Beth sighed. “Okay… just make sure you’re careful.” Beth
looked iffy about the whole thing and Rick chose to speak up.
“What your mother is saying Sum-Summer is that you better not get-get knocked
up while you’re out there.”
“Dad!” “Grandpa!” they yelled in unison and Rick harrumphed.
“Just- just tryna make sure we don’t have another accident.” He vaguely waved
around the table and Summer rolled her eyes and stared back down at her phone.
Beth looked over at Summer. “Sweetie, just make sure you make smart decisions
and if you do happen to go a little crazy, make sure you use protection.”
“Ewww, gross.” Summer’s face scrunched up in disgust. “I know, Mom, I got the
lessons in health class.” Summer took a bite of her food.
“You’re okay with being alone right, Dad?” Beth looked over at him carefully.
“Yeah, alright with me, don’t got- don’t have nothing planned, get some shit
done without distractions.” Rick stuffed another forkful of pancakes in his
mouth.
“Alright, then it’s settled. Summer, I need you to give me the information of
where you’re going, contact information, who you’ll be going with.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay, Mom, I’ll have my itinerary done first thing in the
morning,” Summer said sarcastically and Beth gave her a look. “Alright fine,
Mom, I’ll have it done.” Summer finished off the egg on her plate and thanked
Beth for breakfast before heading up the stairs.
“Morty, why don’t you give your dad a call, he’ll want to know about this trip.
You know how he loved camping. He might have some handy tips.”
“Okay,” Morty mumbled and tossed a sausage around on his plate.
Rick took another bite of pancake. It was too soggy now, perfect pancakes
ruined by time. He dropped his silverware with a clank on the plate a little
too loud for his liking. But he could talk it off with a smile and a thank you
that always got to his daughter. He made sure to avoid looking at Morty as he
left the dining room and entered the garage.
Rick entered the garage only a little ashamed of how exciting this was for him.
He wouldn’t have to come up with some excuse or plan to get Mortybot his wish.
It felt like Rick had been handed this opportunity on a silver platter. He
walked over and sat down at his workbench and looked over the junk laid out on
the counter space. Rick heard as the door opened and recognized Morty’s
footsteps as he walked half way into the garage.
“What?”
“Are you o-okay with me going, I mean I know you n-need my brain waves.” He
could hear the tap of Morty’s feet as he fidgeted behind him.
“Did you hear me complaining, Morty?” Rick asked as he picked up some random
parts in front of him.
“N-no, it’s just…”
“It’s just pointless, Morty, you c-ca- learn way more outside of shitty camps -
” Rick didn’t want to dissuade him though and stopped himself from going off on
a tirade on the uselessness of the Boy Scouts and camping. “Whatever, Morty,
go-go fucking learn shit, don’t come bitchin’ to me about it when you get
back.”
“Alright, R-Rick,” Morty said and stood behind him for several seconds before
he turned and left.
Rick waited for the door to close before he dropped the things in his hand and
grabbed his flask to drink his morning helping of alcohol.
-
“Come on, R-Rick,” Mortybot groaned even as he nuzzled up to Rick on the couch.
“Mooorty, you come on.” Rick was being more affectionate than usual and Morty
knew it was because of some ulterior motives. “You know how cute you look - how
sexy you look in them.” Rick kissed Morty’s cheek.
“Y-yeah… I guess.” Morty would never live that admission down. “Alright, Rick,
let me s-see.” He finally took the phone Rick had been trying to give him and
looked at the screen. The website on the screen was written in some weird alien
language but it was pretty clear what they sold. There were rows and rows of
revealing costumes in a multitude of colors that left little to the
imagination.
“Pick four or five, whatever you like.” Rick leaned his head on Morty’s and
watched as he scrolled through the options.
“Hmm, I like this.” Morty pointed to a nurse outfit that barely covered
anything. It had a cute hat though and came in blue. He felt Rick nod and he
clicked the check mark next to it and saw what he assumed was an alien number
pop up next to a cart shaped symbol.
“Ohh, this o-one looks cool.” He clicked on a police outfit that came with a
baton. Rick gave an approving hmph and he continued searching.
“L-let’s see…” Morty looked over more outfits trying to think which ones would
be fun. He stopped at a succubus one with a tail and horns to wear. “Like
this?”
“Yeah, you already play the part really well.” Rick’s hand was on his leg,
squeezing it gently. Morty tried his best to ignore the tone of Rick’s voice as
he clicked it and watched the cart count increase and continued scrolling.
“Oh hey, this one’s c-coo.,” Morty stopped at a pirate one and felt Rick’s hand
still. He looked up at Rick whose eyes were a bit wider than usual.
“N-nah, pirates are w-wack,” Rick stated and quickly lowered his free hand to
scroll the screen down quickly. Morty chuckled softly as he realized from the
way his voice sounded that he must have been afraid of pirates. It was amazing
to think that something so simple would make someone as smart as he was scared.
It took a little while for him to settle on his final two choices. The first he
picked was a white toga looking outfit that curved around the hip, leaving some
stomach exposed. The second was a classic schoolgirl trope with glasses and a
ruler for some reason.
“So w-what’s the big surprise?” Morty asked as he handed the phone over. Rick
tapped away on the screen for a moment before he pocketed his phone and turned
to Morty.
“Remember how you wanted to - to go out?”
“Yeah…” Morty bit his lip.
“Well we’re going to get an en-en-whole week to do whatever,” Rick announced
and Morty bounced on the couch excitedly before he turned to hug Rick.
“Whoa, calm down there, we-we got a couple more days, but got any idea what you
wanna do?”
“Oh jeez, I d-don’t k-know.” Mortybot thought about all the stuff he’d wanted
to do as his hug loosened.
“Can w-we maybe go to a f-fair?” he questioned Rick nervously.
“Yeah, if you want.” Rick shrugged as he answered.
“Thank you!” Morty hugged him close again.
“Typical.” Rick rolled his eyes as he ruffled Morty’s hair.
-
“Wow!”
Rick watched the way Mortybot’s eyes roamed around the fair excitedly. He
really was overjoyed to be here. Rick looked over all the rides, gaming booths,
and families toiling about, laughing and having fun. He could remember why he
hadn’t been to an amusement park in decades now.
When Mortybot grabbed onto Rick’s arm and hopped happily, asking, “What should
w-we do f-first?” Rick knew why he’d agreed.
“Whatever you feel like, Morty.” Rick drank from his flask as he let Morty drag
him over to a line for a roller coaster. No surprise there really, he was Morty
in a way after all and his grandson loved very average things. Rick stopped
himself again; he’d been thinking about Morty too much. Now was the time to not
think about him.
He focused his attention on the Morty he’d created and let a muted smile grace
his face. This wasn’t real, but his enjoyment could be. They did have an entire
week, so why not?
-
They’d ridden five roller coasters, the swings, the tilt a whirl, and a
carousel. He’d eaten pizza, drank soda, tasted funnel cake, and they were now
in line to get popcorn. He couldn’t eat as much as he wanted to but the little
taste he got was amazing. Mortybot was kind of worried that he’d dragged Rick
around too much. He knew that his creator was old and stamina was a thing but
it looked like he was keeping up fine.
Morty had seen other older men that looked like they were Rick’s age. They had
been slower, bent oddly, usually surrounded by family. He could remember his
family. Not an actual one, but from the memories, it didn’t seem they had the
dynamic he was seeing. Rick didn’t remind him of the other grandpas he saw
either: he was different, stronger, definitely more quick footed. Morty
couldn’t think of him as old, especially not when they did so many things that
he knew might break someone’s back. He blushed hard and heard Rick chuckle at
him as he plucked the popcorn from the kiosk worker’s hand.
“Come on, Morty, try not to-not to be so obvious.”
“Oh jeez, s-sorry,” Morty mumbled as Rick waved his hand to signal he didn’t
really care.
“Let’s-let’s get to this show, I’m not waiting for the next one.”
They headed to the magic show that Morty insisted on watching, even after Rick
went off on a monologue on how pointless and obvious it was. There was no way
he was going to miss this.
They made it just in time and found seats in the back row as the show started.
Morty nibbled slowly on the amazingly buttery and salty popcorn between his
fingers as he watched the show. He cheered along with the audience when a bird
burst from the magician's hand, gasped when he pulled out the correct card from
seemingly nowhere, jumped up and waved his hand high in the air when they asked
for a volunteer. Being the most enthusiastic person led to his getting picked
and he ran up to the stage to help.
Morty felt a different type of nervous when he realized he was standing in
front of a crowded room. He wondered how he’d forgotten that factor when he’d
volunteered to help. But when he looked over at Rick and saw him give a thumbs
up, he felt immensely better.
Morty turned his attention to the magician and helped him with his trick. He
realized how quick his perception was close up when he noticed the swift
movements of the the magician's hand easily. Even if he could see right through
the trick it was still fun to take part. It didn’t take long before the trick
was completed and he was taking a bow for his part. He shook the magician’s
hand and ran back to his seat.
Morty smiled over at Rick when he returned and Rick grinned back. He grabbed
another piece of popcorn from the bag and nibbled on it as they watched the
rest of the show.
“So as good as you-you were expecting?” Rick asked as they walked out of the
building.
“Y-yeah, I wonder how long it takes to get th-that good,” he mused out loud.
“A couple of how-tos and enough lack of will to do - to do anything e-else and
you got one around his level.”
“It would be c-cool to p-practice!” Morty exclaimed and immediately realized it
was a silly thing to say.
“Yeah maybe, we got time,” Rick replied and Morty broke out into a bigger
smile. Being able to do other things was just amazing to him.
It was getting late now and the crowd was sparse. The lines had thinned and it
took no time to get on a ride. Morty got on a couple of his favorite roller
coasters alone before they headed to the last agenda on the list.
Morty’s eyes were wide again as he looked over all the game booths and
different prizes he could win. He could just have fun and find out what he was
good at and the things he liked. Rick let him lead the way as he ran over to a
water shooting game. It wasn't very fun and he was sure he’d lost because of a
slow start, but there were more things to play.
He realized that his strengths were in the games that required skill and that a
lot of the games had elements that made winning nearly impossible. He wondered
just how advanced he was compared to humans, especially when he noticed tiny
things that gave away how they were rigged. It was disappointing but expected,
he guessed, since having them too easy would probably lead to the fair running
out of prizes.
He was now watching as people tossed balls into panels trying to aim for the
ones lined with color. The ball he watched bounced off the top panel and flew
into the opposite direction, falling onto the floor. He wasn't sure what skill
he was using but he found that calculating the trajectory of each toss was
simple. He watched in surprise as each of his predictions hit the mark. There
was no way he would have realized how perceptive he was unless he could watch
something like this. He was sure Rick hadn't meant for him to be this advanced.
“Are you just gonna keep staring or are you playing?”
Morty startled when he realized he'd done it again: losing himself in his
thoughts. He smiled sheepishly at Rick.
“Y-yeah, was just t-trying to figure out how to play.” Rick made an affirmative
noise and paid the worker.
Morty looked down at the bucket of balls the worker placed in front of him. He
grabbed one and tossed it aiming for a white hole. He missed by a few
centimeters and knew exactly why and how to avoid doing it again. His second
try proved correct and he felt guilty about playing now. He chewed his lip as
he contemplated what to do with this. First he tried to turn off whatever it
was that made it easy and toss without thought. But it was too easy and his
brain worked out the trajectory instantly, making it pointless. He knew that if
he wanted to, he could win the biggest prize for the game. He looked over at
the requirements, he needed four green, three blue, or two red to equal a giant
poor quality plush.
Morty figured the fact that he wasn't purposely cheating counted for something.
Natural talents weren't cheating. Well, maybe if you were a robot, but
whatever.
He decided to go the long route and spread out the hits over the sixteen balls
he had left. He picked up his hopeful expression and pushed down any second
guessing. He could feel guilty after he won his prize.
He purposely missed the next couple of throws before hitting his first color.
Then he picked on random the next three he needed, throwing the balls in what
he hoped looked like concentration. He made his last toss the one to win the
prize to lessen the guilt.
“Wow, you’re pretty good at this, kid. I’ve been working here for a while,
never seen someone hit that many in only twenty.”
“Y-yeah, I g-guess I was j-just lucky,” Morty replied nervously and he wondered
if Rick knew what was up.
He picked out a giant unicorn for his prize and hugged it close as they walked
away.
“T-thanks for this, Rick,” he mumbled as they walked slowly past the loud game
booths.
“Hey, we still-still got six more days.” Rick carded his hand through his hair,
then winked at him.
Morty blushed and smiled up at Rick before he looked at his unicorn. It was
poorly sewn together and he’d won it dishonestly (not his fault) but it was
nice to own something in a way. He suddenly realized that there was no way he
could keep the prize. It was sad but he knew there was no place to put it.
“I know that I c-can’t keep this, Rick…” he stated solemnly with that thought
in mind.
“Well I mean I got a-a- have pocket dimensions, I could stick it in one for
you,” Rick replied as nonchalant as ever as he took a drink before letting out
a loud belch.
Morty had a sudden brief pause in his thoughts as he looked up at Rick. His
tall lean body, his face etched with lines of age, his messy gray hair that all
fit so well. Even his neutral expression and the way he walked, it all suddenly
came into focus. The fact that he was able to turn Rick on, to derive pleasure
from that feeling had always been normal now seemed distant.
Even with his burping and constant drinking (and the occasional gross drooling)
Morty found himself attracted to the man next to him in a way that he never had
before. In all that time it hadn’t even occurred to him that he would ever see
Rick as enticing outside of the sex.
With that realization in mind he calmed himself down before he replied, “Y-
yeah, th-that s-sounds great.”
After that Morty handed over his plush and Rick tossed it through the portal.
They made their way to the last ride he’d wanted to get on before they left. It
was later now and the colors blinked around the Ferris wheel, inviting him like
a moth to a flame. The line didn’t take long and soon they were in their own
private cart.
Morty looked out the side over the fair as the Ferris wheel worked its way up.
It was amazing to see everything from this perspective, the way everyone looked
so tiny. The memories he had of space paled in comparison, this was real, and
when he remembered this moment it would be his own.
He looked over at Rick and watched him drink as he looked out his side of the
cart. Morty could only imagine what he was thinking; most times his face was
impassive or lustful, except for right now, he looked peaceful and Morty liked
that look. Rick turned his head towards him and their eyes met. He smiled and
Morty felt his face flush.
“This is our l-urpp-last round, better-better get the most of it.” Rick reached
his hand over and ruffled his hair.
Morty nodded and looked back outside as they reached the highest point again.
It really was impressive but right now the only thing he could think about was
Rick’s smile. Soon the ride ended and Morty followed Rick as they walked
towards the restroom. They’d get cotton candy after Rick took care of business
and the day would be done. The only problem was that cotton candy wasn’t on
Morty’s mind.
When they entered, Morty quickly walked to the end of the bathroom and entered
the last stall. Once he closed the door he sat down and tried to talk himself
out of the sudden desire he was experiencing. Rick had eyed him weirdly but he
couldn't look at him, not when he was fantasizing about so many dirty things.
He didn't even understand why it was happening. Yeah, he’d realized Rick was
attractive but Rick hadn't been teasing him at all. But Morty wanted to touch
him, taste him, he wanted Rick to fuck him right now. The idea that this was
only his programming was laughable, he knew that it had to be more than that.
“R-rick?” He heard the faucet stop and the sound of a paper towel being ripped.
“Yeah?” He listened as Rick tossed the paper towel in the trash. There was no
one else here.
“C-can y-you come h-here?” He didn't know what was he was thinking. As Rick
walked towards the back Morty felt ashamed of his thoughts.
“You know you can’t-”
“I-I know,” he interrupted, then opened his door and grabbed Rick by the collar
and dragged him into the stall. Once he locked the door all shame went out the
door as he pulled Rick down into a hungry kiss. It may have been the first time
he'd seen Rick shocked but he couldn't be sure.
“Hey - hey calm down,” Rick whispered as he pulled back. “You know ho-how
dangerous this is?”
He knew the question was supposed to warn him off but it only made him more
desperate. “I’ll b-be q-quiet.” He pulled Rick into another kiss, there was no
one else there and he needed this. Rick still seemed hesitant but he hadn't
pushed him away.
“W-we can do it f-fast, Grandpa, fuck me please.” Morty whispered his plea into
Rick’s ear in the most seductive way he could imagine and it worked wonders. He
didn’t need to say anything else as Rick pressed him against the door and
kissed him back hungrily. It was the hottest moment in Morty’s limited
existence. It almost felt like the first time, as intense lust and pleasure
surged through him, except it was better.
He had to actually concentrate on not moaning when Rick unbuttoned his jeans
and began stroking his dick. It was so hard, it was too good, it felt like he
was losing his mind. It was ridiculous especially with how many times they’d
fucked. But this, it was too erotic and Rick clouded his senses, it made him
weak and needy in a new way.
Morty undid Rick’s pants and began urgently pushing them down. He needed to see
it, hold it and have it in his body. His mock heart was racing in anticipation
and it was maddening.
He pressed a kiss on the corner of Rick’s mouth before whispering, ”Please, I
need you now.” Rick nodded and quickly took hold of him. He turned Morty around
and pressed him against the door. Morty gasped as Rick pushed down his jeans
and began finger fucking him. He heard a soft ‘shhh’ and remembered that he had
to keep quiet. Rick quickly removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock
as he took hold of his hips and entered him.
It took more attention than it should have to stop from making any noises.
Morty was aware for the first time just how big Rick was and how tight he was.
All the pleasure sensors in his body were on fire and each slow thrust sent a
burst of pleasure over his body.
Morty heard the sound of someone walking in and Rick slowed even more; it was
agonizing. When it was clear that the person hadn't gone past the urinals Rick
increased his speed again. The chance of getting caught made it more exciting
for some reason and Morty wondered if this was something real Morty was into.
It had to be the reason for him leaking so much more precome then usual.
The person left, but before Rick could really pick up his pace again, a group
of guys entered. They were loud and some of them were heading to the stalls
near them and Morty knew this was dangerous. He knew that if they saw two sets
of feet it would lead to trouble. Morty placed a hand on one of Rick’s and
turned to mouth “sit down” to him.
Rick pulled out and sat down on the toilet and Morty followed. Since he
couldn’t take his pants off the best position was to sit on Rick’s lap and
that’s what he did. He held Rick’s cock in his hand and sat down on it slowly,
his eyes rolled back from how good he felt. He concentrated on his breathing to
keep himself from making any sounds at that moment. Rick placed his hands under
the backs of his knees and just like that Rick had him riding his cock.
It was slow, but oh so erotic, hot, and Morty was biting his lip desperately
wishing these people would leave. Each slow raise and dip made him frantic for
more and after two edging minutes of Rick quietly fucking him, they granted his
wish and left.
“R-rick, let me…” he said breathlessly.
Rick let his legs down and once Morty had his feet planted he gripped Rick’s
legs for balance and sped up. His ass slapped down loudly as he took Rick fast
and hard, the way he wanted. He could hear as Rick groaned and whispered a
curse, his hands were on his hips pulling him down with each time he slapped
down completely taking his cock.
The desperate need, the wait and dangerous situation led to Morty reaching his
edge in mere seconds. This was new, almost unbearable the craving he had for
Rick to come inside him at the same time, he was aware how risky this was, but
if they had to get out of there Rick had a portal gun.
“Fuck, Grandpa,” he breathlessly moaned out only a little louder than a whisper
and he could feel Rick’s grip tighten as he continued bouncing on his cock.
“I love your cock,” he murmured.
Rick groaned his fingers digging into his hips, Morty started stroking himself
and it only took a few more seconds before he came hard. A choked yell fell
from his mouth and Rick cried out his name as he came inside him.
Morty leaned back into Rick’s embrace, he kissed along his neck and they rode
their orgasm together. Morty could feel his harsh breathing against his neck
and it had never been so pronounced. It thrilled him that he was able to bring
out this new element, that he could surprise Rick and cause him to become so
undone. That they’d shared such an intense orgasm. The danger of getting caught
was no longer on Morty’s mind as he basked in the afterglow.
He smiled to himself and let his eyes close as Rick laid gentle kisses over his
neck. The moment didn’t last long enough before they heard someone enter the
restroom. They’d been loud and Morty felt worried as he heard the person
stepping closer. They entered the stall two doors away and Morty believed in
luck at that moment.
Morty slowly pulled away and he and Rick quietly pulled their clothes on
properly. Morty gave Rick a silent look as an apology and Rick shot back a look
that warmed his heart. He was concerned that maybe he was really genuinely
falling for his creator. Morty knew it was dangerous but when he tugged him
down, Rick followed and let them kiss without any resistance. They shared a
quiet languid kiss, nothing like the rushed ones before or just a few minutes
ago. As they kissed, Morty couldn’t help to think that none of this made sense.
The memories that he had of Rick, the ones they were making now, there was no
reason he should find him attractive.
From the beginning he wasn’t sure if he’d been programmed or if the grandson he
was modeled off had these inclinations. With no answers found he pulled back
from the kiss and marveled at the way Rick blushed lightly and looked at him in
such awe. Of all the moments they’d shared, Mortybot just now realized that
Rick craved affection from his grandson. The Rick he was seeing now was
exclusive only to him; if fate allowed, he would be the only one to receive it.
That wasn’t fair to his real grandson. It wasn’t fair to him either. But he’d
take it, for every doubt and question he had, this really wasn’t so bad.
Once they were alone again they exited the stall and headed for the sinks.
Morty looked at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands. He hadn’t ever
taken the opportunity to really look at himself. He looked so organic,
sometimes it was hard to believe that he was created. He wondered what Rick
really found attractive about his plainness, his inability to speak without
stuttering at least once per sentence. The question of why he was created by
the smartest man in the universe came to mind. Why had Rick even fallen for
someone as simple as Morty?
“You’re doing it again,” Rick said as he stood next to the exit.
Morty flushed as he turned the water off and tuned back into reality. He could
see Rick’s inquisitive gaze on him and grinned at the scientist. He walked over
to grab a paper towel and dried his hands off.
“S-sorry, I was j-just thinking about you.” He winked at Rick in an
uncharacteristic manner and was surprised to hear him laugh at that.
“I bet, you little perv, come on.” Rick sounded slightly annoyed now but he
looked relaxed as he said it.
Morty smiled as he followed him out and they headed for the cotton candy
vender. Right now he’d just worry about which color cotton candy he wanted.
He’d think about other things and what he wanted to do tomorrow later.
Chapter End Notes
     Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I said the last chapter was it for
     Mortybot but if there's interest in him enjoying some time in one of
     those outfits maybe there will be more? I went off the road and I'm
     heading somewhere new. If you enjoyed it I'd love some feedback. As
     always thank you for every kudos and comments and I'll see you in the
     next chapter. ;)
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