AN:
Don't ask where this idea came from…I have no words to explain myself -_-
Warning: the fanfic contains one-sided Rick/Morty and graphic descriptions of rape!
I still don't own Rick and Morty and never will.
Mortyfied and Rickfused – Chapter 1: The Kidnapping
The space cruiser touched blue dirty ground as it landed ungracefully.
Morty looked curiously around at the alien planet that his Rick had brought him to today.
Everything around them look mostly vast aside from a small city that was close by. Its buildings looked like they were build out of blue mud.
"I just have to finish a quick business in town." Was all that Rick explained as he opened the door.
"What? Then why did we land out here?" Morty questioned.
Indeed, they had landed not exactly that close to the city.
He could tell that they needed to walk for quite a bit just to reach the town's outskirts as it was.
"Let's just say that last time I visited things didn't go so well. So, I'll try to keep a low profile now. If we would fly to close to the town they'd probably open fire on us and I don't want the car to get damaged…"
Morty wondered what exactly his grandfather had done that these people would shoot them for on sighting, but then again this happened so often and sometimes it were for the most ridiculous reasons that he probably shouldn't ask or think about it.
Just as Morty got out and wanted to follow Rick, the older man stopped him by saying, "No, you wait here in the car. I'll be back quick."
Morty was confused but hopped back into his seat again and closed the door.
"I really mean it. Stay by the car and don't wander off." Rick warned him as if he was talking to a little child while he began to make his way to the alien town.
"Yeah, yeah… sure, Rick." Morty mumbled boredly and watched his grandfather's retreating back.
He wondered why Rick had even brought him along if he was supposed to wait in the spacecraft after all.
This was just boring and even if his grandpa had said "quick" he knew that that was a very loose term when it came to Rick – unless it was used in the context that they were running away from something or someone.
Had he known this beforehand he would have brought his Nintendo DS with him…
Time passed by slowly as Morty looked around.
He saw a few yellow plants that reminded him more of tumbleweed from old western movies than actual plants somewhere in the distance and there was occasionally something, which looked like this planet's equivalent of a bird soaring through the sky, but nothing was fascinating enough to hold his interest for long.
Getting tired of waiting and staring holes in the alien flora and fauna, he decided to get a bit of fresh air at least.
Of course, Morty wouldn't wander away from the ship, but Rick hadn't said that he couldn't leave it and walk a little around and as long as he stayed close to it, it would be okay.
He also hadn't seen anything dangerous that suggested that he should safely stay put and hide away in the space cruiser.
So, he walked a little around, inspected the unusually colored dirt beneath his feet and watched a small worm-like thing, which had more eyes on its body than an earth's centipede had legs digging tiny holes in the ground.
Getting eventually tired and bored of that, too, he contemplated just getting inside the vehicle again. A quick look in the direction of the town just showed that Rick still wasn't returning yet.
How much time had even passed by now?
He should probably just check the clock inside the car.
However, just as he was about to open the door, a familiar green portal opened up out of thin air.
Not one, but three Ricks came out of it and Morty knew instantly that none of them were his Rick.
The trio wore completely black clothes – long black leather coats instead of the usual lab coat, something that he guessed were bulletproof vests, black leather pants with all sorts of gun holsters attached to them and leather combat boots – even sunglasses.
They reminded him of Neo from the Matrix movie.
Morty didn't like how heavily armed these Ricks were, being packed with plasma guns and holding weapons that looked like plasma rifles at the ready.
"Morty C-133?" the Rick in the middle asked.
"Uh… y-yeah?"
How did they know his dimension number?
He really didn't have a good feeling about this.
The assumed leader of the trio grinned. "Good. You're the one we're looking for. I suggest you come quietly with us without making a fuss."
What?! These guys couldn't be serious!
They wanted to abduct him and expected Morty to just comply and go along with it? No way!
He turned around and tried to make a mad dash to the space-traveling vehicle.
At least in there he would be safe for a bit and could make a call to his Rick, who would surely portal here and get rid of these weirdos.
However, he didn't came very far.
The Rick that stood on the left side instantly aimed and shot him with his weirdly designed canon before he could make even two steps forward.
Morty felt a sensation that was akin to an electrical shock – a very strong and painful electrical shock, mind you – and his body suddenly went limp. He crashed face first in the blue dirt and wondered what had happened.
The Rick must have used some sort of stun gun on him because his body wasn't listening to him anymore and he was completely unable to move.
Yet, he was still conscious and his body also wasn't numbed because he could feel the pain from the impact when he hit the ground.
His hearing also worked still just fine as he heard footsteps approaching him.
Morty felt panicked and wanted to scream, wanted to struggle – anything – as he felt that he was lifted up, but his body didn't move a single muscle.
The Rick that had stood on the right side carried the boy on his shoulder and went back to his two comrades.
Morty could see something bright flashing behind his eyelids and knew that he was being carried through a portal.
'No! Please, Rick! Don't let them take me away!' he begged for his Rick mentally to come and rescue him.
As they passed through the rip in space and time, Morty could hear the telltale popping sound that indicated that the portal had closed again.
Next, he was dropped on something, which felt soft – a bed perhaps – but he couldn't see anything of his surrounds since his eyes were still closed and he couldn't open them.
They were probably inside a dark room because there wasn't any source of light that he could make out behind his shut eyelids.
"I'll call our client." One Rick said, probably the one that was the leader of the bunch.
Morty could hear the sounds of buttons being pressed as the Rick dialed the number and the noises began to fade as well as his footsteps indicating that he left, probably going into another room.
He really wondered who their client could be.
Who would order these guys to specifically kidnap him?
Well, his Rick had many enemies and some probably got the idea that he could possibly be Rick's weakness. The client could be anyone really.
Faintly he could hear the Rick's voice as he finally talked to that mysterious person on the other end of the line, but he couldn't understand what was being said.
Additionally there was the heavy sound of footsteps inside the room that he was currently in and the fact that they were approaching him broke his concentration. The mattress dipped underneath a new weight as one of the other Ricks sat on the bed beside him.
"I'll hope we'll be allowed to play with him a little. Been awhile since I got to have some fun." The man next to him said.
While he talked, he shoved a hand underneath Morty's yellow t-shirt and stroked over the bare stomach and chest, raising the garment up a bit with the movement.
Morty didn't like this. He didn't want to get touched from the Rick like this.
Unfortunately, he was still completely immobile and couldn't fight back or even complain.
Hopefully, that Rick's words didn't mean what he thought they would, but the boy wasn't an idiot and the implication was pretty clear to him.
The last Rick sighed at the others comment.
Though, Morty couldn't tell, but he was the one who had shot him.
"You're such a pervert." Third Rick commented dryly.
"Heh. You're just jealous that I called dibs on him. Can't tell me that you wouldn't want to get into this tight little ass." Second Rick replied.
Morty's fears were confirmed.
The Rick had meant exactly what he had implied.
He needed to do something, but he couldn't do anything right now. It wasn't even possible for him to cry even though he really felt like he wanted to because he didn't want this to happen to him.
"…okay. Bye." The First Rick came back into the room and ended the call.
He talked to his comrades. "Client said we're free to kill him or do whatever we want as long as we don't let him escape."
"Fine, I get to have him first." Second Rick declared.
"Whatever. Just make sure he can't run." The first Rick sounded uninterested and his footsteps retreated again.
"Hey, c'mon. Don't be so selfish and learn to share." Third Rick complained now.
"First come first serve. You can wait in line." The other Rick fired back as he already started to unbutton Morty's jeans.
"You do realize that the boy has two holes to fuck, right? So scoot over." Rick Number Three grew impatient and walked over to stand next to the bed.
Rick Number Two halted, as he seemed to contemplate what the other had said before he pulled the zipper on the boy's pants down while answering, "Okay, but I get to take his ass."
"Good enough for me."
The mattress dipped again, but this time next to Morty's head. The dent in the soft ground made the boy's head loll so that he was facing the newcomer.
All the while, the other Rick had pulled down his pants and undies in one go leaving him completely exposed from the waist down.
Morty could hear more sounds of fumbling and the rustling of clothes as both Ricks obviously opened their own pants now.
Normally he would have started to hyperventilate already, but due to his paralyses, his breathing was dreadfully calm.
Cold clammy despair was worming around in his stomach as he felt hands pushing his legs apart, spreading them wide open to give his assailant easy access.
The next thing he felt was a hot stabbing pain in his backside.
Morty wanted to scream but he couldn't, he just continued to lay limply on the bed like a rag doll. Even if all of his muscles were lax without any lube or preparation, the pain was still unbearable.
As if to add to this nightmare, fingers pried his lips open and his mouth was suddenly filled with something entirely too big.
The phallus pushed deeper, invading his throat and if Morty would have been capable of it in his current state, he would have gagged.
The intrusion made him panic anew that he would suffocate since he couldn't breathe at all with that Rick's member lodged inside his throat.
"Fuck! So tight! Bet he's been still a virgin." Second Rick groaned.
"Yeah, virgins are the best." The other agreed.
The two Ricks cackled and high fived each other.
Then they both started to move.
The pain in his backside increased by what felt like tenfold and he was only able to get small little gulps of air in every time when the Rick inside his mouth pulled out.
It was a nightmare! He was so helpless and in pain and it also didn't help to think that it were alternate versions of his own grandfather who were putting him through this.
"Too bad you shot him with the Para-Lazer. I love it more, when they struggle and try to fight back. They also make really cute screams then."
"Well, you know, at least he isn't unconscious. He feels everything that we're doing to him." Rick Three replied.
"Heh. Yeah, that's true." Rick Two said delightedly and gave a particularly hard thrust.
Morty wanted to scream and cry.
What kind of sick bastards were these Ricks? They were even more cruel and sadistic than all the Ricks that he had met so far.
His own Rick looked like a saint in comparison.
Morty just wanted to die right now.
At least then, he wouldn't have to bear the pain and the humiliation anymore.
He wanted to hope that his Rick would come and rescue him any moment now. That it all would be over soon.
However, it was probably pointless trying to be so optimistic.
For all he knew, Rick hadn't come back from his "little errand" yet and hadn't noticed Morty's absence.
Even if he did, there was no way that he could know what had happened to Morty and where he was right now.
Morty didn't know himself where he was thanks to those Ricks using a portal to bring him who-knows-where-else.
No, the best thing that Morty could hope for right now was that he would pass out from not getting enough oxygen into his lungs.
It would be a relief at least to be embraced by the sweet, blissful darkness of unconsciousness.
Morty did have no such luck though.
He had to endure all of this hell while being awake and aware. Listening to the grunting of the two old men who thrusted rapidly into his orifices for their own selfish pleasure.
Blood was pooling between his legs as the soft walls inside him had torn from the brutal intrusion.
The red liquid was easing the movements of the Rick who invaded his anus, acting as lubricant, but it didn't make the ordeal any less painful for Morty.
Thankfully, his torment was nearing its end as the Ricks were quickly approaching their sought out orgasms.
"Ugh… fuck yeah, baby." Rick Two groaned filthily as his cum filled the tight, hot cavern.
His partner in crime followed suite with a grunt and filled the boy's stomach with one last deep push into his throat.
"Man that was good…" the second Rick commented again as they both pulled out of the boy.
Morty thought he would feel more relieved after it would finally be over, but he mostly just felt disgust right now.
Fear started to wedge itself next to it as he heard the next words though.
"Let's switch for the next round. I wanna have a go at that ass, too."
Rick trudged back towards the space cruiser.
It took a bit longer than expected, but he eventually got what he came for without causing too big of a ruckus. Well, it could have went better than that, the only thing that mattered though were the results.
He opened the door of the car and plopped heavily into his seat, throwing the small box that he had been carrying into the backseat and only noticed then that Morty wasn't sitting in the passenger seat like he had expected him to.
Blinking in mild irritation, he got out of the car again and looked around, but there was no sight of the boy.
"What the fuck, Morty?!" Rick grumbled loudly and fished for his flask to take a few big gulps.
He had told his grandson specifically to not leave the car and wander off and what did he do? Right. The complete opposite of what he had told him.
"Goddammit, Morty! I-I-I don't have time for this shit!"
With those words, he got back into his trusty spacecraft and started the dark matter engine.
He hoped that he wouldn't have to search for the boy for too long because he still needed to deliver the small packet to someone else on the other side of the planet if he wanted to get what he actually came here for and he needed to do this today.
As he brought the flying vehicle higher up in the sky, he looked around, but couldn't find any trace of Morty in the near vicinity.
Damn, where did he just run off to?!