Two Morty's are Better
The room was steaming from the hot water in the enclosed space. "Ughh, o-ogawd yessss, I'm gonna cum!" The brunette franticly stoking his member to climax, letting his semen run into the shower drain. His body grew limp, he slowly opened his eyes, and he weakly raised his hand to the nozzle handle, turning it from hot water, cold, to off. He got out of the bath, dried himself, and got dressed.
"Oh, man, that was f-freaking great, I-I came so hard," he thought to himself. He walked to his room, closed the door behind him, and laid down looking up to the ceiling. He closed his eyes, figuring now would be an ample time to rest, to gain some energy before he got to his math homework which was due Monday. Unfortunately for him, someone had other plans for him.
"M-M-Morty, you there, are you listening?" Morty heard in an all too familiar inebriated voice.
"R-Rick, is that you? Where are you?" The teenage boy gripped the sides of his head flailing his body back and forth while on his knees atop his bed. His eyes quickly scanning the room, searching for his grandfather. His voice sounded so close, as though the old man was sitting right next to him, but he was nowhere to be seen.
H-Hey, kiddo, if you're looking for me I'm not there", the voice began. "I'm in the garage. I-I'm using some sick one-way telepathy here. Cool, huh? Y-Y'know, I don't wanna, don't wanna know what weird freaky shit you think about Morty. So, I'm not interested in your side of this, quote on quote, conversation. Gotta spare myself, gotta spare myself the details of what goes on in your sick head. Just come down to the garage, w-we got some shit to do Morty!".
The young man proceeded to calm down, sitting his butt on the edge of the bed, foot dangling as he was not yet tall enough to reach the floor at this height. He started to frown. "Ahhh maaan", he groaned. "What could it possibly be this time", he thought to himself. He leapt out of bed and headed down to the garage, as was requested of him. He knew nothing was good to come, because frankly, these adventures were always a mess.
He reached the garage door, taking in a deep breath, and opened it reluctantly, letting out a sigh. "Hey, Rick…I'm here, what do you want this time?". It was clear in his voice. He was getting tired of this erratic life he was now living, for a mere second, he thought, what it'd be like if he just had a normal grandfather. Though, he knew a little part of him enjoyed the unpredictably of these last few months. His life wasn't exactly the most fulfilling or rewarding. His social life was practically non-existent and he mostly just stayed in his room fantasizing about Jessica's firm ass bouncing on his dick, amongst other sexual acts with a multitude of other people he'd rather not admit to, one more common place in his mind than others.
Looking forward, he saw the back of his grandpa's head, hair just as unkempt as ever, maybe even more so than usual. He was sitting in his chair, he appeared to be swaying something side to side in his hand. Morty moved towards the blue haired man. Rick spun his chair around, now looking at his grandson with flask in one hand and test tube in the other. The tube appeared to contain a miscellaneous green liquid. His grandpa had a wide grin on this face. The boy was starting to feel worried, palms getting sweaty. He looked at the test tube, his grandpa's mischievous smile, then the test tube once, again. "Uh…", he paused. "What's that R-Rick?". He had a bad feeling, but he always seemed to in his grandpa's presence.
"It's a new Erupppppp soda, Morty. Y-y-you're gonna love it." Rick proceeded to take a drink from his flask, letting out another burp, shamelessly. He placed the flask back in his pocket.
"No way Rick! I'm not gonna drink that!" he yelled out disgruntledly. "It's probably g-g-gonna make my skin come off, or make me s-sterile or something. I don't wanna take any part in your weird science Rick." He turned around and headed back to the door. Rick jumped out of his chair and grabbed the brunet's wrist and turned him around violently. He then gripped the teens shoulders and brought his face close to the boys. Morty could feel his breath on his skin and pungent smell of alcohol penetrate his nostrils. He felt his face fluster, forehead dampening with sweat, and his pants tightening around his groin. "C-Come on Rick, this isn't fair, don't make me drink this". The older man, who still was grabbing the younger one's wrist proceeded to fling the boy to the floor. Morty now lay on the floor feeling a bit jolted. Rick came down to the floor as well hovering over his grandson's body, face to face with him. He pressed his left hand on Morty's left arm, pinning him as he held the tube in the other.
"You know what really isn't fair, M-MuOuuurgTY?" The boy looked up to him, puzzled at his question. Rick didn't give him time to respond. "It's not fair for you to think those-those sick things about your g-grandpa". The Boy's eyes began to widen, his mouth opening slightly, yet unable to respond. "R-Remember when I said I couldn't hear your thoughts earlier? Well I lied, I lied to you Morty". Morty continued to look up blankly at the man. "I've been listening, I've been listening to everything you've thought about today Morty. I know you came thinking about me Morty. Y-you like jacking off to your grandpa, Mor-TY? Yeah, there may have been some Jessica splashed in there too, b-but I know you had thoughts of me in that little brain of yours, y-you sick little fuck. Typical Morty behavior, wanting to get fucked by your old man."
"N-no way Rick, I n-never would think something like that, that's gross" he looked away, averting his eyes. The scientist didn't even have to look down, he knew just by peering at his pink cheeks that the young one had an erection forming. He let out a light airy laugh.
"Yeah, sure you didn't, kid. Tell that to the semen you let down the drain into the sewers, ya sicko". The little one started to thrash about, but it was no use, he couldn't escape. "Alright Morty, it's time for you to drink this. You'll t-thank me. You're going to love this shit. We're gonna loooove this shit." He had the widest grin Morty had ever seen on another human being, but to be fair, not many smiled in Morty's direction. Rick held up the tube of mystery fluid and proceeded to explain what was to come. "S-so, what's gonna happen, is that you're gonna sleep for a little bit, o-okay?" He continued. "When you wake up, you're gonna, you're gonna experience your wildest dreams, Morty. We're all gonna have a good time." He forced the liquid down his grandson's throat. "Drink up Morty." The juices slid down his throat, the tube now empty.
Slight murmurs came out of the boy's mouth, but not much else. He was starting to feel dizzy. What was once one Rick started to duplicate, then become one, and duplicate again. "It's time for you to rest, see you in a bit Morty." He got up, leaving the boy dazed on the concrete. Morty's vision got dimmer and dimmer until everything went black.
A few hours past, the teenage boy was still resting on the floor, motionless. Soon a green portal appeared in the center of the garage with a body stepping out of it. Portal disappearing behind him.
"Man, you won't believe what I've been through today Mort-Morty!?" He had paused and looked at the floor seeing his grandson unconscious laying below him. "What the f-fuck are you-?" Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a blow to the back of his head, soon after falling to the ground. Sight going from blurred colors to nothingness. In his last thought, wondering what or whom could have hit him from behind.
