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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Character:
      Morty_Smith, Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Aliens_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Graphic_Description, Graphic_Rape/Non-Con, Tentacles, Tentacle_Rape,
      Tentacle_Monsters, Gangbang, Gang_Rape, Aliens, Alien_Rape, Abandonment,
      Kidnapping, Kinda, Smut, Porn, PWP, No_Plot/Plotless, (I_mean_technically
      not_really), poor_Morty, I_am_so_sorry, i_have_sinned, sin_-_Freeform,
      pure_sin, Also_I_was_super_sick_writing_this, But_it's_good_so_who_cares
      right, we_need_more_tentacle_porn_rape_in_this_fandom, Tentacle_porn_rape
      in_rick_and_morty_2k18, Hentai
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      Published: 2017-09-10 Words: 4258
****** Why Morty Smith Never Watched Hentai Again ******
by MonoRose
Summary
     It's all in the tags. Morty is left behind in a strange world and is
     immediately abducted by strange tentacle aliens. And then he's raped
     and this is really just pure sin.
Notes
     Originally I was going to start writing a story which I've had in
     mind filled to the brim with plot, story, and character development.
     Then... This happened. You can probably spot the turning moment. Hey
     but this is my first time writing this specific subject matter so
     uhm... Let me know how I did?
See the end of the work for more notes
“Rick! W-Wai-”
 
A flare of panic zapped through Morty as he fell behind Rick, an alien creature
wrapped its arms loosely around his leg before tugging. Morty fell harshly to
the ground just as the familiar flash of bright green materialized, and before
Morty could call out to his grandfather again, the portal was gone as quickly
as it came. He struggled in the rough grip of the alien, though the effort
proved to be futile as he was gratingly hauled across the purple tinted gravel.
He cried out as the appendages wrapped up along his leg with a death grip, more
joining with the first. His arms, his legs, even his torso and hips, were
tightly wounded with the bright orange vines that extended from the creature.
 
It wasn’t the only one either, there was about a handful more standing behind
the first that held Morty down, all quivering with energy as they (assumedly)
looked down at the boy. Morty couldn’t exactly tell, their eyes taken up by
their neon green pupils. They were a bit like a slug and jellyfish hybrid,
though looked so uniquely alien that even this absurd description wouldn’t do
justice.
 
“O-Oh geez…” His strangled voice gasped out.
 
All Morty knew was he was in an iron grip and was abruptly being sped away from
where Rick had abandoned him, the creatures taking him somewhere unknown and he
could feel his stomach lurch. At the speed at which he was savagely yanked away
or at the fear that festered from the thought of what would happen to him, he
wasn’t sure. All he knew was that Rick left him, that he was gone, and the
further Morty was pulled away, the more certain he was of never being found
again. Would Rick even look for him?
 
He felt his breathing grow unsteady, his lungs wheezing through the dust that
clouded around him as he was dragged through the dirt. All his body still being
squeezed tight by the creature as they awkwardly moved across the land the way
a slug would. Its many arms were latched onto Morty like a leech, and he
couldn’t even squirm.
 
Morty attempted to raise his head up to look up at their destination before he
felt a slimy tendril wrap around his neck and around his face until it stopped
at his forehead. Morty felt revolted as he realized it was one of those weird
yellow tentacles the creature had. The slime it emitted felt warm, and he found
himself thinking that this is what a safe womb must feel like.
 
He felt at ease, all the fight seeping through him as he was roughly strewn
into a strange structure. It was bright, just like everything else here. But it
was soft, a periwinkle blue. He stopped moving, and he could feel himself being
held upright.
 
Morty tried to snap back to awareness, and he started to shake his head,
yanking it away from the tentacle. More oozy liquid was drained out of the
tentacle, and he realized with a foggy mind that this must be some kind of
weird drug. Something that messed with your head to make you feel calm. The
fear that came with that realization was gently soothed away until he had no
idea what he had even been thinking.
 
He could feel all the aliens stare at him, abstract sounds sailing between them
as they circled around him. Morty felt his face flush at the attention he was
receiving, his limbs felt heavy and his mind faint.
 
The creature that held him suddenly slid a tentacle up his shirt, the warm gush
coating the bare skin of his soft stomach. It stroked him briefly before
traveling higher, until it found one of his nipples, latching onto it timidly.
“Ah..” Morty gasped quietly, and the alien made a curious crooning noise,
squeezing it timidly.
 
The boy bit his lower lip as he tried to hide the noise that escaped him. This
only peaked the creature even more, and it was suddenly twisting his nipple
vigorously, its eyes trained on Morty to analyze his reaction.
 
Morty couldn’t help the whine that came out of his mouth, and he felt his
entire body tense as the slimy creatures around him shudder, their strange
voices heightening with interest. He felt bashful now and attempted to move his
arm to shove the tentacle away when he remembered that he was trapped. That
this thing was pinning him in place.
 
Hysteria fueled Morty suddenly, his numb thoughts were overwhelmed by his fear.
These aliens were forcing him to stay still after kidnapping him, they were
touching him. He yelped when it roughly ripped his shirt away from his body,
another one from behind was slithering an arm down his jeans, attempting to
take those off as well. He shook in place and started to struggle once again.
 
“N-No! Let go of me! I don’t want thi- this! Let me go home!” Morty cried out
desperately. He hoped they would understand, that they would reason with him.
He didn’t want this, not at all. He thought of Rick, thought of his family. The
dripping wet tentacle that was wrapped around his nipple froze, and Morty was
so disgustingly reminded of that stupid Jellybean that he almost threw up.
 
The creature was suddenly convulsing, the orange shade that it held brightly
being overrun with a deep red. The tentacles were now glowing white and the
ooze wasn’t a comforting warmth. It was scalding hot, burning Morty’s flesh
painfully. Before Morty could utter another word, one of the bright tentacles
were shoved roughly into his mouth, roughly shoving itself past his gag reflex
and straight into his throat. Morty felt tears brimming at the corners of his
eyes at the sudden change in behavior.
 
Horror flooded through his bones as both his pants and underwear were torn away
from him, leaving him completely vulnerable and exposed to these creatures. The
heat from the tentacle in his oral canal seared his mouth and throat, the arms
wrapped around him wrung around his joints and bones in a crushing manner. The
other aliens around him got closer, their own colors had morphed into something
similar to the creature that held him in place.
 
He could feel slime draining out of the tentacle in his mouth, the boiling
sludge bleeding into his throat like molasses. Heavy and thick, yet so slow and
strained. Morty was freely sobbing now, his eyes blurred by tears, trembling
violently as the creature made a sound that sounded like a combination of a
gurgle and a screeching hiss. The human cried out as the slime reached his
stomach, seeming to burn within it violently. His entire body flared up in
pain, and he tried again to pull himself out of the grasp of the alien
desperately, only to be constricted even more.
 
The other creatures were suddenly touching his naked body with their own
scorching tentacles, both his nipples immediately being enveloped by them. He
could feel curious and haughty prodding by other ones. As if they were trying
to figure out how he worked. He tried to remember that he was as much as an
alien to them as they were to him. Maybe they just didn’t understand that he
didn’t want this. Maybe…
 
But he must have made it angry because as more of the sizzling liquid gushed
out of the tentacle and down into his stomach, the more pain he felt pulsing
throughout the very nerves of his body.
 
One of the tentacles had discovered his penis when it had lightly grazed it
with its hot slimy appendage. Morty yelped out, though the noise was muffled by
the tentacle gag that still throbbed in his throat. He could feel the
hesitation of the creature before it suddenly wrapped itself around his member
completely. The sobs heaved through his body now as the tentacle’s blazing heat
sunk deep into his skin, now clenching around him tormentedly.
 
As the tentacle around his cock squeezed tighter and engulfed him in scorching
pain, the one in his throat suddenly began to swiftly slide out, allowing Morty
to sputter out in coughs, relief flooding him. It was short lived as the
tentacle immediately snapped back into his mouth a few moments later, pressing
down into his throat even further, he swore it was traveling as deep as his
intestines. Morty’s entire body convulsed with shock and pain.
 
The other tentacles were snapping at his arms, his sides, ankles, neck, and one
even found his testicles, toying with them mischievously. He felt assaulted
from all sides, constantly tense as they explored his body with menacing
interest. It couldn’t get any worse than this… Right?
 
It was a momentary thought, that had fleeted as soon as it had landed. One of
the tentacles was suddenly massaging his buttocks before pressing along his
crack, poking into it. Morty flinched at the feeling, grotesque memories
washing over him. He squirmed away, only making the intruder more eager to
explore. Morty couldn’t help himself as he bit down on the appendage in his
mouth as he screamed, agony searing through his bottom as the excited tentacle
ripped through him. He could feel his eyes roll back, his body spasming with
the invasion. He blacked out for a moment before coming back. Everything was
moving, searing hot, his body was being held up only by the arms that had
wrapped themselves around his limbs. He was paralyzed, resting slack in his
bonds. The other creatures must have noticed the reaction he had to being
violated, because suddenly one, two, three more slimy tentacles were squeezing
their way through him, tearing him to pieces.
 
Everything moved around him, inside of him, fiercely, too much. He was too
full, from his throat to his bottom, the frightening clamp around his penis,
the severe twisting of his nipples. Everything was raw, and everything felt as
if lava were being poured into the core of his being, flames crawling across
his skin and inside of him.
 
Four tentacles pumped in and out of him frantically, all at different paces,
all oozing with slime and expanding inside of him. Stretching him out more and
more. Morty’s head was thrown back as another tentacle joined the first one in
his mouth, audibly popping his jaw. His member was pulled and strained
jaggedly. A tentacle wrapped itself around his throat and began to crush his
windpipe, squeezing his throat around the two tentacles that moved unevenly
within him. Multiple slimy limbs wrapped around his waist, thrust him up into
the air suddenly as they wrung around him rigidly. Everything was alight with
stinging torture. His entire body writhed in anguish as he was rottenly
defiled, inside and out.
 
Suddenly, Morty could feel the aliens shaking violently, the tentacles losing
their pace and abruptly swelling within him, sweltering hot ooze jetting inside
of him on both ends. He could feel his midsection stretch out with the boiling
slime, could feel the climax of searing agony soar through him at alarming
rates. He was going to pass out, he was going to die he was sure of it. His
insides were going to be decayed and raw with the heat if he didn’t get it out
of him.
 
They did as he silently begged them too, ripping out of his throat and anus
with fury. The limbs around his arms, legs, and waist (the ones that held him
high into the air) all loosened and he fell roughly to the ground. Morty could
feel the hot slime ooze out of him, and he rolled onto his stomach too quickly
and started to puke it out, still lying flat on his stomach as he let the
acidic molasses bleed out from him in waves.
 
Morty didn’t bother holding his head up, his cheek falling against the warm
vomit, his eyes heavily closing as he tried to regain his feeling. Trying to
feel anything but pain. He cracked his eyes open again, remembering the aliens.
They were all looking down at him and muttering things in their strange tongue.
He didn’t want to know what they were discussing, what they were saying. He
felt fear prickle at his spine as they began to crowd him, getting too close
for comfort.
 
The original one who had grabbed him first, the one that pulled him away from
Rick, sloppily moved forward, reaching down and tightly grasping the arm that
wasn’t pinned underneath his chest. Morty felt panic sweep through him, there
was no way they wanted to do it again, not already right?
 
The alien started to drag him painfully against the ground, grinding his penis
into the floor with each movement. Yet Morty couldn’t bring himself to move,
his entire body still heavily sedated with that slime. The slime that had
comforted him until it had hurt him. He let his head loll to the side, seeing
that the others were following them. He wondered if they would kill him, or
perhaps rape him again.
 
What he didn’t expect, was a cage. Fear recoiled through him, and he suddenly
really hoped they would kill him. Take him as some shit sacrifice for their
gods or something. Morty was carelessly thrown into the unique alien cage,
which was sturdy and looked as if it were crystallized. Though it was covered
in a mucus like substance, not too unfamiliar to the goo the aliens emitted out
of their tentacles, though this was much more cold and firm.
 
The aliens murmured among themselves outside his foggy glass-like prison, Morty
could feel the rest of the grotesque substance inside of him ease out, and he
felt more vile threatening to tear at his throat again but was able to hold it
down. He was lying on his side, still unable to move, his entire body a
throbbing ache. The coolness of the slime eased him where he lay, and he soon
found himself drifting off as the creatures moved away.
 
***
 
The human awoke with a start when he heard a sticky plop resonate before him.
He groggily opened his eyes, startled to find an orange blob standing before
him. His dreadful memories flew back, and Morty found himself scrambling away
from the alien in fear, relieved to find himself able to move at last. His body
was still sore, though it wasn’t screaming in pain anymore, well, aside from
his throat and the rest of his insides.
 
“G-Get away from me!” Morty exclaimed with panic, his voice hoarse. He pressed
himself firmly against the cave-like bars of the cage, standing on shaky legs.
The alien only moved closer, making the fear rise in Morty’s throat. He was
going to puke, he was going to die. He hoped he would actually. Before this
creep touched him.
 
Nothing worked out in Morty’s favor it seemed. The alien slipped its yellow
tentacles around his limbs, the warm sludge seemed to drag him out of his fear,
filling him with serenity. Morty leaned forward unwillingly, his entire body
being gently wrapped by the incubating yellow tentacles. The alien burbled
soothingly as it melted any pain away from Morty.
 
“No- Stop it…” He felt himself slipping, and he tried to snap back into
reality, suddenly attempting to get out of the gushing tentacles around him.
 
The creature didn’t loosen its grasp and instead added its arms to the mix,
wrapping itself around his limbs and his waist. It lifted him into the air,
swaying him gently as if he were an infant. Morty felt his body sag in its
cradling hold on him.
 
They were leaving the cell. Morty knew in the back of his mind it was time for
round two and was expecting the other aliens to come and hurt him. But he
couldn’t care less. He felt so safe and comfortable. He dazedly looked up at
the light blue ceiling as he was carried through the structure, feeling odd as
the alien began to garble and mutter faintly. He wondered what it was saying.
 
The ceiling was replaced by the harsh pink sky, the two suns shining brightly
overhead. Morty blinked confusedly, looking back at the alien with a serene
questioning look. Where were they going?
 
The alien traveled quickly across the land, until they reached another
building, much smaller than the previous, a gentle lavender color. They entered
it, and Morty could feel the sticky substance being absorbed into his skin, his
entire body felt surreal. The creature placed him in a strange nest like thing.
Upon closer inspection, it was more like a nest made of sludge and gunk, and
Morty sunk into it lightly. He squirmed in it, looking up at the individual who
had brought him here with peaked interest.
 
The creature began vocalizing quickly, it seemed to be fearful of something.
Maybe it was going to help Morty, the thought excited him suddenly. The alien
was going to help him find Rick! It was taking him away from the others so he
wouldn’t be hurt.
 
It trailed over to Morty, looming over him as it clucked and gurgled, and then
it reached a yellow tendril tentatively to his member. Upon the touch, Morty
realized with a start that this wasn’t the case at all. This creature just
wanted him to itself.
 
Dread seeped into Morty, and he began quivering, shaking his head as the alien
pumped his penis, the soothing warm liquids that drenched the tentacle making
him feel pure bliss. It was like ecstasy, but it didn’t change the fact that
Morty was beginning to cry, that he didn’t want this. He just wanted to be left
alone.
 
Another tentacle slipped into the nest and pressed into his anus, pressing
inside firmly until it was elevating his lower half into the air, pushing into
him. It seemed to be stroking him inside more than anything, and the alien was
shaking with excitement, the orange skin brightening into a yellow glow, it
made soggy wet sounds as it pressed into Morty, as it played with him. Morty
could feel that warm slime cascading into him gently. The ginger friction on
his member admittedly made him get more hard. Everything felt so good it was
surreal.
 
Morty moaned through his tears without intending to, and the alien took note of
that, tenderly pressing another tentacle into him, both filling him up in a way
that it hurt a little bit, but not as badly as last time. The tentacle around
his penis pulled quicker, squeezing lightly, making him gasp and sweat. He was
so disgusted with himself, but with all this drug inducing slime he could care
less for a moment.
 
He could feel himself clench around the tentacles, his entire body going rigid
until he flashed into a white euphoria. Morty felt the alien quivering over
him, and could feel the pour of the sweet nectar shower into him at the same
time he released onto the alien.
 
Morty panted, before realizing what had happened. He sluggishly scooted away
from the alien and through its weird slime nest, broken sobs tearing through
him already. He had enjoyed it, how disgusting was he? He knew it must have
been this mucus stuff, but he also knew deep down… Oh god.
 
The alien seemed confused, burbling as it moved towards Morty, who screamed at
it and backed away more. He had to get away from these monsters. And then what?
Rick had left him. He probably never bothered coming back. He probably didn’t
care. Morty was trapped on this planet where these hideous slug jellyfish
creeps wanted to rape him.
 
He curled up into a ball, hiccupping through sobs. The creature didn’t seem to
understand what it had done wrong. It kept its distance though, which Morty was
grateful for. At least this one wasn’t being brutal with him. Or maybe it had
been last time, Morty couldn’t tell them apart.
 
Morty tensed when he heard a crashing sound from outside, and when peeking up
at the alien he could see it was alert suddenly, it's creepy pupil filled eyes
directed at the entrance of the small building. Everything was still and silent
for a moment, aside from a few sniffles from Morty, until there was another
frightening clash and the door was slammed open violently.
 
Maybe Morty shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was to see his grandpa
there, covered in purple slime (that was definitely not the stuff that Morty
was covered with) and anger warped on his face. When his eyes fell onto Morty
in the middle of that disgusting slime pit, there was an emotional glimmer that
flashed through them before that gaze hardened again and looked to the creature
that loomed over them both, protectively standing before Morty.
 
Morty held his breath as the creature lunged at Rick, who in turn held his gun
up at it. He shot the laser and grazed the alien’s other arm right as it
knocked the weapon out of his hand. Morty stilled when the alien seemed to
expand, completely surrounding Rick as he scrambled for another weapon. A
tentacle shot up and was wrapped around Rick’s throat, a burning white hot
sear, the skin of the creature scalding red.
 
“Wait!” Morty yelped raspily, earning an angry look from Rick. The alien swung
Rick around until it was facing Morty, his grandpa tight in its grasp. “I-I-
Uhm- Please don’t hurt him,” Morty said weakly, despite knowing full well these
things didn’t understand him.
 
With its attention trained on Morty, the alien didn’t notice when Rick had slid
a knife from his pant leg. Rick quickly jabbed it and the creature screeched a
blood-curdling sharp scream. Rick fell to the floor, rubbing at his throat
sorely, though Morty realized that his neck didn’t look burned at all despite
the heat he must have felt.
 
Morty watched as the creature flailed angrily, before Rick yanked his gun off
the floor and shot it dead in the head. He looked up helplessly as Rick glared
at the dead heap on the ground, and felt himself curl tighter up into a ball.
Even though he had wanted so badly to see Rick before, he wasn’t sure what to
think seeing him now. He had left Morty. Left him to die.
 
“Come on M-Morty. Let’s go.” Rick drawled out, barely even glancing at Morty as
he took out his flask and drained its contents.
 
Morty felt hot tears prick at the corners of his eyes uselessly, and looked up
at Rick in disbelief, “I-I-I… Can-Can I borrow your coat or something Rick?” He
asked weakly, opting to ignore the rebellion that lashed out within him. He
just wanted to go home.
 
Rick looked over at Morty, seemingly for the first time despite his recognition
when he first entered the building. He looked him over, making Morty’s skin
crawl, before sighing and pulling him out of the sludge gently. Morty stood on
shaky legs, still not completely free of the slime toxins. It probably didn’t
help that he had been completely buried in that thing’s nest either.
 
He was surprised when Rick started shrugging out of his coat with a mere grunt
and was grateful when he was wrapped in the material. Feeling slightly less
vulnerable. He expected Rick to immediately shoot a portal home, but the man
looked over at him with a guarded expression.
 
“I-I killed them all. Every last one of them. They-They are fucked up. Not all
of them are like this. But these ones, they’re bastards. Morty.. Are you okay?”
Rick asked, acting aloof until he asked the last part, his eyes carefully
trained on his grandson.
 
Morty felt tears wash down his face, his frame quivering with the need to cry,
but he didn’t want Rick to knock him down. So he nodded through the waterworks
and shakily looked away, burrowing his hands deep into the coat’s empty
pockets.
 
Rick sighed again, and Morty felt as if he did something wrong. He didn’t look
up, not even when Rick began to speak again, “Y-You know you don’t have to lie
to me. I’m a fuckin’ genius Morty, I can tell when an idiot lies. B-B-But- You
know- You can talk to me whenever. Okay? Because I know these bastards probably
did a huge number on you. But n-not like I give a shit or anything. I just
don’t need you crying when we’re on a mission M-Morty.”
 
Morty finally looked up, his vision blurry through the tears. Rick cared. Rick
came back, he came back to get him home, and he cared. He cared if Morty was
hurt, knew when he was lying. Was offering help. Morty nodded weakly and smiled
timidly, and in a soft voice he stumbled out, “Th-Thanks Rick. I- You know- I
really appreciate that.”
 
“Shut the fuck up Morty.” Rick said with a small smile of his own, “Let’s get
home. Fuck this place. L-Let’s get some ice cream at home hmm? I bought some
erh, what was it, oh yeah it was Rocky Road. Some good shit right there, r-
right Morty?”
 
Morty nodded solemnly and was greeted with the bright green light of the
portal. Relief flooded through him as he looked at it, and he followed Rick
through it gratefully. Ice cream at home with his grandpa, that sounded pretty
good after some creepy tentacle monsters had raped him, seemingly straight of
hentai.
 
End Notes
     I will admit I actually really liked the aliens in this story, and
     the second bad scene was me like... Being curious. I love these
     aliens though, I feel so clever because I just made them up on the
     spot while deliriously sick and exhausted. Oh yeah huge disclaimer I
     was sick af writing this until 2am last night. I am gonna draw these
     things later on, will post eventually.
     Anyways, if you liked this PLEASE comment and kudos and stuff. I'm a
     desperate attention whore who needs constant praise. THANKS.
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