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      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith
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      Tags, Collars, Pee, Piss_kink, Grandparents_&_Grandchildren, Praise_Kink,
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      Morty_Secret_Santa, Dubious_Consent, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Bathroom
      Sex, Bathing/Washing, Bath_Sex, Bathrooms, Bathtub_Sex, Showers, Shower
      Sex, Puppy_Play, Tails, Butt_Plugs, Comedy, Ahegao, Sex_Toys, Toys
  Series:
      Part 8 of Prompts/Secret_Santas/Short_Stories_(stand_alone_stories)
  Collections:
      2017_Rick_and_Morty_Secret_Santa
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-23 Completed: 2017-12-30 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3311
****** Yet Another Bet Lost ******
by FlorinaLyndis, RickSlamsTheMultiverse
Summary
     “Do I really gotta do this Rick?”
     “Yeah Morty, it’s what you get for - for thinking you could beat me
     in anything. Bet on something you know you can actually fucking win.”
     “But Rick, I -”
     “Stop bitching and put this on.”
     ----------------
     *This will be more dubious than actual non-con.
     *This is a gift for autistic---rick on Tumblr. They were our giftee
     for the Rick and Morty Secret Santa. :)
Notes
     This is going to have two parts, we'll post the next chapter after
     returning home. :3
     Hope you (autistic---rick) and everyone else will enjoy this~
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Let's Play! *****
“Aw, R - Rick, this - this is bullshit, y - y - you probably cheated!”
 
Morty looked at his Straight Flush that he was able to make from the cards he’d
been dealt and from the river card that had showed up, a lovely eight through
Queen combination that he was sure to win him the all-or-nothing bet. There was
no way Rick could have beaten it - or at least Morty knew that the odds were
far against his grandfather. As if by will of some vengeful God, though, Morty
found himself facing off against a Royal Flush. Rick had grinned a bit as he’d
pulled the pot into his corner, also taking away everything that Morty had in
that process.
 
“Look, Morty. You should know - urp - know who you’re dealing with. I thought y
- you were just being a ballsy little shit, trying to bluff me. No, you
actually thought you could beat me. T - Too bad you’re dealing with R - Rick
fucking Sanchez. You should - you should know better, Morty.”
 
While he wasn’t technically wrong, Morty had felt that he’d had that game in
the bag. It was one of the most empowering moments that he could remember with
Rick, and - of course - Rick had to tear him down. That was just the natural
order of things and it was time for Morty to learn that. How would he learn
that, though? Well, the old man certainly had something in mind to teach the
boy that right now. From his inner pocket, Rick had pulled out a pair of dog
ears - the kind that you would find in some kind of Japanese costume shop. The
yellow-shirted boy lifted an eyebrow as he’d seen the ears, dread slowly
setting in as if he’d had an idea of what Rick was going to do. There was no
one else home to put a stop to this, either…
 
“Al - Alright, I’m cashing in on my prize now, Morty. You - you’re - you’re
gonna put these on. Now, Morty.”
 
Rick placed them onto Morty’s head, a grin spreading across his lips as his
fingers ran along the edge of one of the ears, his other hand reaching into his
lab coat and pulling out yet another item. This one was far more familiar, but
was used in a completely different context. Morty gulped as his eyes focused on
the collar that Rick was brandishing, his eyes darting from the collar, back to
Rick, then back at the collar. Biting his lower lip nervously, Morty sat still
while Rick reached around the boy and put the collar on, the item fitting
snugly around his neck and giving him plenty of room to breathe and do other
basic functions.
 
“Do I really gotta do this Rick?”
 
“Yeah Morty,it’s what you get for - for thinking you could beat me in anything.
Bet on something you know you can actually fucking win.”
 
“But Rick, I -”
 
“Stop bitching and put this on.”
 
Now another item had materialized from inside of Rick’s coat, this one having a
significantly more sexual association with it. Morty’s eyes widened and his
face flushed crimson, stuttering uncontrollably with fear and shame, eyebrows
furrowing with rage as he’d stomped his foot on the floor. He’d have to draw a
line or make a stand here, because - as things were - Morty was going to end up
doing something much worse than what he had originally thought.
 
“Wh - wh - what the - I’m - I -I’m not - NOT putting that inside of me, Rick!”
 
“Y - You gotta do it Morty. You lost Morty! We - We made a bet, Morty!”
 
“Ah geez... Rick this is so - so embarrassing!”
 
“Less talky more bark-y, you piece of shit.”
 
Morty grit his teeth as he’d unbuttoned his pants, allowing the cloth to fall
to the floor with a soft thud and he’d held his hand out to Rick, the other man
chuckling and smiling from ear to ear. This kind of thing would certainly put
Morty in his place, his plan to make Morty finally shut his goddamn mouth was
coming to fruition. What he’d held in his hand was a buttplug, dog tail
attached to the end, placing it onto Morty’s palm and watching the younger boy
nervously start to bend over, using one hand to spread his cheeks apart and the
other to guide the tip to his clenched hole. There was a groan that left his
lips as his eyes shut tightly, pushing it in at a snail’s pace. He knew that
he’d have to relax his clench to even begin to take the fetish toy into his
body, but he was far too nervous.
 
Morty had stopped and taken a deep breath, trying to allow his muscles to
relax. However, with his eyes closed, Morty had failed to notice Rick move up
closer to him, the white-haired man raising his hand and giving the toy a firm
spank, pushing the butt plug into Morty with one smooth movement, causing Morty
to yelp with pain and groan from the stimulation, tears starting to stream down
his face as the pain was slightly overwhelming. Rick gave him another swift
spank on the bare ass, causing Morty to let out another pitiful squeak, his
body frozen and stiff - asshole clenching even harder around the butt plug.
Rick very obviously took joy in Morty’s pain and he’d pulled a tennis ball out
of his pocket next, almost as if his lab coat was some kind of TARDIS.
 
“You make a cute puppy Morty. Let’s go play ball Morty. Wanna play ball?”
 
Morty opened his eyes slowly, his pupils coming back into focus as he caught
sight of the green sphere in Rick’s hand, following it up and down. He’d opened
his mouth to speak, but had cringed a bit as he’d felt Rick’s glare upon him.
The expectation had been set in from the moment he’d had the plug forced into
him and he’d meekly let out a small bark. He could feel the intensity of Rick’s
glare reduce into a sort of “Yeah, that’s right bitch” kind of vibe. Morty was
about to take a step forward when Rick casually began to speak again, feigning
ignorance.
 
“What a strange dog, walking on two legs. N - Never seen anything - anything
like that before”
 
Growling and rolling his eyes, Morty had gotten onto his hands and knees,
crawling out the door and towards the backyard, Rick following closely behind.
There was a certain satisfaction that showed on Rick’s face through this
process and Morty couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of satisfaction from
that as well. After all, through all of their adventures, Rick and Morty had
grown closer and closer, leading to these small moments like these where Morty
could appreciate being with Rick. But that thought was interrupted by the
overwhelmingly embarrassing moments - also like this.
 
“Such a good boy Morty! I - I don’t even need to get out the leash!”
 
Rick had caught the ball one final time before giving it a light toss, making
sure that it landed on the grass not too far away and so that he wouldn’t end
up losing the ball to a couple of random strangers. Morty knew what was coming
next and he’d primed himself for the command, slowly beginning his walk towards
the tennis ball.
“Go get it boy! Go get it!”
 
The condescending tone in Rick’s voice was enough to get Morty to be annoyed
when he was clearly already walking towards the ball. His crawling felt and
probably looked pathetic as well, which didn’t help the whole situation. When
he’d finally made it to the ball, Morty was about to reach his hand out to the
ball and caught himself, stopping his hand from grabbing the ball only a few
inches away. He’d known that Rick was going to get on his case again, so he’d
opted to just doing it right the first time. Morty lowered his head down and
wrapped his lips around the dirty ball, using his teeth to grip it as best as
he could before picking it up with his mouth and crawling back over to Rick.
 
“Good doggy.”
 
With a grin, Rick continues this cycle of fetch with Morty and, eventually,
Morty has to pee. Without a word, he moves over to one of the bushes and lifts
a knee up - very much in the style that most other dogs would. Pee begins to
stream out from the tip of his penis, Morty struggling to find an angle where
some of the pee would not fall on him. He’d failed for those purposes, but at
the very least succeeded in getting most off the pee onto the bush. Rick raised
an eyebrow, visibly impressed, until he’d noticed just how filthy Morty was,
crawling on the floor and getting in the grass and the dirt. He’d whistled to
call Morty over, who’d came upon command now.
 
“C’mon. You’re all dirty now, you filthy, filthy animal. Let’s get you upstairs
so that we can wash you off.
 
On that note, Rick had picked up Morty into his arms - like a dog - the boy
curled up and leaning against Rick to avoid falling and rolling down the
stairs. What Morty hadn’t realized, however, was that this particular wash was
going to be a bit… different.
 
 
***** Such a good boy *****
Chapter Summary
     Here comes the smut~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Chapter Notes
     This is the end! We hope that you enjoy it! :D
     Happy Holidays everyone! ^_^ Hopefully 2018 will be a great year for
     us all~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
As Rick carried Morty into the bathroom, he’d placed his new “pet” into the
bathtub and pulled the yellow shirt off of his slender body, grinning as Morty
was now completely laid out bare to him, save the dog ears and the oh-so-lovely
buttplug that filled his tight hole. The young boy’s face flushed red as he’d
realized that Rick was looking over his body, curling up to hide his shame.
This only brought more pleasure to Rick’s lips as he’d pulled the shower head
down and began to wash Morty, allowing the loose dirt and grass to wash into
the drain.
 
As the water touched upon his body, Morty couldn’t help but shiver and wince
from the cold, his body slowly adjusting and the water slowly warming up.
Goosebumps covered his body for a little while and he’d kept his eyes shut,
trying to just focus upon other things than the cold shower water beating
against his skin. Due to that, though, he was unable to see that Rick was
removing his own clothes to avoid letting them get wet and he’d stepped into
the shower, squirting body wash into his hand and lathering it. Before long,
his hands were gliding along the dirty parts of Morty’s body, stroking and
scrubbing to remove the tougher clumps of dirt from Morty’s skin.
 
Of course, the sudden contact - without being able to react - gave Morty a
start. Whimpering softly, Morty had instinctually pushed his body against
Rick’s hands, the slick feeling of the body wash alongside the warmth of Rick’s
hand making Morty feel comfortable in some respects and not completely
comfortable in others. This manifested in the form of Morty’s then-flaccid rod
hardening into a decent tool, his pink cheeks darkening to a shameful red. This
wasn’t lost on the old man, however, and he’d started chuckling deviously, his
hand grabbing ahold of Morty’s manhood and stroking along the entirety of it,
his hand still extremely slippery from the body wash. This had elicited a moan
from the younger male and his hips began to rock against Rick’s hand.
 
“You like that don't you - you little bitch. Get it? ‘Cause you’re a dog.”
 
There’s a brief moment when Morty growls at Rick’s statement, expressing his
distaste for being called a bitch, but he’s quickly silenced by another stroke.
His growl slowly went from a sound of aggression to a lull of lust, his hip
thrusting upwards into the hand that grasped his sensitive bits. There was a
chuckle that came from Rick’s closed lips, watching Morty’s expression
carefully and with much intrigue, not quite knowing what to pick in terms of
how to play with his “pet.” His puppy had simply looked up at him with
curiosity and anticipation, waiting for his owner’s next move and for the
eventual elation of release. Thoughts of what to do next had filled Rick’s
lust-crazed mind and a sly grin began to form on his lips, teeth flashing as
he’d spoken.
 
“Yeah... you like when I touch you like this, huh, boy? W - Want me to keep
going?”
 
There’s a whimper - essentially the sound of begging - as Morty nods his head
enthusiastically, panting like a “bitch in heat” as the phrase goes. Rick
couldn’t hold back a laugh as he’d slid his palm above the length of Morty’s
member again, his soft flesh brushing over the tip and causing Morty to spasm
in pleasure, the younger boy biting his lip to stifle a yelp from the sensitive
nub being played with. Rick leaned in and gave Morty’s actual ear a playful -
yet possessive - nip, causing the “puppy’s” teeth to release the imprisoned lip
and release a heavy moan of surprise, body clenching a bit as he wasn’t
expecting that particular sensation. Rick breathed into Morty’s ear and
whispered teasingly.
 
“What a cute lil puppy... Getting excited from being touched by his owner? Are
you my good boy, Morty?”
 
Morty’s excitement rolled in spades and he’d nodded eagerly, barking with
excitement and working himself along Rick’s hand, Rick responding in kind by
tightening his grip on Morty’s phallus and working it with years of masterful
experience behind every stroke. It became clear that Morty was becoming more
and more ready to release, Rick realizing this and taking his hand away,
instead opting to pet Morty and stroke along the boy’s back and causing Morty
to release a whine of annoyance, since he was getting to the good part. Rick’s
tongue slipped out and glided along his lips hungrily, looking at Morty with a
knowing and teasing smirk.
 
“Want me to keep making - making you feel good?”
 
There was a small bark of enthusiasm as Morty responded as any dog would - or
at least in this twisted fantasy that they were both playing out. The dog ears
had flopped around as Morty nodded and Rick couldn’t help but find it the
slightest bit endearing, quite enjoying watching his grandson humor him in this
way. At this point though, is it even safe to say that he’s “humoring” Rick?
Supposing that that didn’t matter, Rick had put the shower head back up on its
holder, letting the water flow down onto both of them, the warmth hitting his
back and causing him to let out a soft moan of pleasure, smirking at the
sensation and letting it wash over his body - literally.
 
It wasn’t long before he was back to focusing on Morty, though, putting his
hand onto the boy’s rump and giving it a firm squeeze, grinning as Morty
moaned. This served as a decent distraction, allowing Rick to grip onto the
tail and pull on it, the first bead popping out and causing Morty to yelp out
in surprise, not realizing that that was Rick’s intention the whole time. He’d
turned his head back to look at his grandfather, biting his lower lip and eyes
watering from the pain-pleasure that flooded his senses. Rick gave Morty’s tush
a spank now, causing another squeak and the pulling of the second bead causing
waves to flood Morty’s body, his body tensing in Rick’s arms.
 
The process continues, though, as Rick runs his fingertips along Morty’s spine,
the tickling, teasing sensation making Morty take an unsteady breath and relax
his body before Rick pulls out yet another bead, the mixture of sensations
causing Morty to tense and relax his body at different intervals. Eventually,
Rick pulls out the last orb with a resounding “pop,” causing Morty to moan
deeply and jerk his body, his hardened cock shooting off a small jet of
ejaculate and the droplets washing down the drain of the shower. This caused
Rick to laugh heartily and spank Morty’s sensitive, gaping ass, making the boy
moan and yelp even more.
 
“I - I can’t believe th - that shit made you - made you cum. F - Fucking
amateur. But you’re my goddamn amateur.”
 
There were tears streaming down Morty’s face - quickly being washed away by the
shower - but those were actually tears of overwhelming pleasure, his sore ass
tender from the torture that the buttplug was putting him through with every
movement he made. It only took but a few moments before Rick was pushing Morty
against the wall, shoving his engorged cock into the young boy’s anus, the
gaping large enough to allow Rick to push in with one thrust. This caused Morty
to push his hands against the wall as he let out a howl, mixed feelings of
shame and lust filling his mind. Rick’s grin was as wide as ever as he
whispered into Morty’s ear.
 
“Ah fuck, you horny little mutt. Feels so fucking good for me, you’re tight
little asshole wrapped around my dick.”
 
Eyes rolling up and backwards, Morty couldn’t even respond, his tongue lolling
out of his mouth loosely as drool began to fall from the side of his mouth, his
hips weakly pushing back against Rick’s dick while Rick’s thrusting started to
work the insides of Morty’s body, rocking his insides and pushing the tip of
his dick against Morty’s prostate, Morty’s non-orgasm surging through his body
as a tsunami builds to the final crash against the land.
 
“Just look at you! You’re fucking drooling! Enjoying my fucking cock? Ughhh
yeah! Y - You look like - like you’re in fucking heat. You’re such a horny lil’
bitch, Morty. My horny lil’ bitch. You want your master to fucking breed you,
don't ya?”
 
The very thought of that was almost of enough to tip the scales, Morty’s eyes
almost purely white as his eyelids barely covered his pupils now, his hands
firmly planted against the tile and his face now mashed against the cold, wet
surface. Rick kept going at a steady rhythm, pounding into the young anus that
he’d claimed as his own and he’d worked himself to the final stretch, going
with one definitive, firm thrust to bury himself deep into Morty and pressing
his tip hard against Morty’s prostate before roaring out.
 
“AAAAHHH! Mmm, take all my cum, yeah, just like that. Good boy, my precious
boy.”
 
Rick’s orgasm floods hard against Morty’s prostate, flooding the tight hole
with Rick’s baby batter and overflowing to the point that the fluids began to
burst out of the edges of the enclosed cave that was Morty’s asshole. The
pressure against his prostate was enough to - not just throw Morty over the
edge - but to shove him deep into the pit of sin and release, barreling into a
state of a lost mind and losing himself to the overwhelming sensation of cum
flooding is back door. Rick holds Morty up by pushing him hard against the
wall, grunting several times as the last of the liquids leave the tip of his
dick and stick to Morty’s insides briefly. As the old man pulls his softening
rod from Morty, causing whatever was plugged inside of him before to gloop out
like toothpaste from a squeezed tube.
 
Tiredly, Rick pulls them both out of the tub and turns off the water, drying
them both off with a towel before dragging Morty back to his room, the both of
them collapsing on the bed to a state of near unconsciousness. Before he could
completely fade out, he’d crawled up to Rick’s face and flicked his tongue out
at his grandfather’s cheek. This put a smile on the old man’s face as he’d
weakly brought a hand to Morty’s cheek and stroked it tenderly, smirking and
whispering softly as he’d fallen to the peaceful lull of sleep.
 
“Good boy…”
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     -----------------
     We were apart of another Secret Santa as well! Please be sure to
     check out this one as well:The_M.A.L-I.C.E._Program.
     "Rick is forcibly volunteered into helping out the Morty school with
     their end of the year Rick/Morty match up, known as M.A.L-I.C.E.;
     which tests if the Mortys are ready to be matched with a permanent
     Rick. He is unfortunately paired up with the most insufferable Morty
     imaginable."
End Notes
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