Notes:

*This is a gift for someone on Tumblr. They were our giftee for the Rick and Morty Secret Santa. :)

"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.