AN: This chapter we're finally getting into our first Morty battles. I'm not really good at writing action scenes so I apologize in advance and won't be angry if you just decide to skip those parts ^^'

Warning: violence (aka Morty battles), minor character death, Rick/Rick (Lab Rick / Surgeon Rick) smut (rimming, fingering, anal)


The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys – Chapter 2: Is that a Morty? / Am I interrupting something?

"Oh man, Rick. I'm still not sure about this whole "catching Mortys" stuff…"

The C-137 duo was walking over the plaza, their current goal the centrum where the portal was located.

Rick had just miraculously finished building an injector, some manipulator chips and some other random stuff that he thought useful from the junk that Morty had found around the place for him. Obviously, he would let Morty dig through the trash to find that stuff for him – that was the work of an assistant and not the work of a genius scientist after all.

"Morty, just go and look around on the streets and inside trashcans and bring me whatever is useful enough to build something with." Rick had said.

"What?! How am I supposed to know what you regards as "useful"? For all I know, you're just gonna complain that I brought you junk when I'm done."

Morty wouldn't complain about such a task no matter how dirty it was, but what he wouldn't stand up for was digging for hours through trash bins for Rick when he didn't even know what he was supposed to be looking for.

"Jeez, Morty! Learn to think for yourself for a bit!" His grandfather was immediately frustrated with him again. "I'm not asking you to bring me some leftover food or dirty paper dishes, but some spare parts. Wires or anything that is metallic – heck, even—even some alien bacteria would be useful."

So, that's what Morty tried to look for – working better when he was given directions to follow anyways – and picked up empty cans and whatever else fit the description of what he was supposed to look for.

While Morty had been trash hunting, Rick had been taking a look at Salesman Rick's manipulator chips, having a hard time convincing the man to at least just show him the goods even when he knew that he wasn't allowed to buy them yet – not that C-137 was even too fond about venturing into the guy's shop.
Long story short: Rick got a glimpse of those chips and was able to build a few himself with the trash that Morty was able to find – it was really fascinating what some people threw away…
"

I mean, if these Mortys are lost in those dimensions shouldn't we actually help them instead?" Morty finished voicing his current moral troubles about the Ricks' newest pastime.

He had been actually starting to think about this whole "Pocket Morty Game" thing – the fact that Ricks and aliens were capturing Mortys (altering their minds with manipulator chips) and then forcing them to fight against each other just for entertainment – and it didn't sit well with him.

"Morty, by catching them we're helping those Mortys. I mean, think what would happen to them if we just keep letting them wandering around. They might starve or another Rick could catch them and might do unthinkable things to them. Think about that mystery Rick who kidnapped you. What do you think he might do to those Mortys if he catches them, hm?" Rick interjected.

The number of Rick guards was slowly increasing the more they proceeded, which meant that they must be getting closer to the communal portal – not that you would not be able to find it with all the signs pointing in its direction along the way.

"I-I guess you're right, Rick." Morty mumbled as memories of what Mysterious Rick had done to him slowly seeped into his mind.

Since they were constantly on the jump, Morty hadn't found a moment yet when he could have properly reflected on the traumatizing experience.

"I'm always right, Morty. So, you see, we're helping them and they'll help us getting through this stupid "game" – it's a win-win situation. And hey, I don't have to tell you that you'll be the leader of the bunch, right? So, let's do this!"

They finally came to the landing where a bunch of armed guards were standing gathered and as they were close enough one of the guards gave them – or more specifically Rick C137 – a scrutinizing look-over before activating a small machine via one button press.
As soon as he had done that, a green vortex opened, the swirl and humming of the portal being the only real familiar thing that they had encountered in this entire place yet.

Morty looked up at the huge metal ring that had produced the portal.
It reminded him of a Stargate from the movie and the series of the same name.
Being a fan of all sorts of sci-fi shows Morty remembered that he had watched it when he was younger even though it had some scary scenes.
Now that he thought about it, Rick's portals were a lot like that "gate to the stars", too. They just didn't have those fancy effects.
Still, He couldn't help but be a little disappointed that the metal ring that was around the portal didn't rotate when the guard had activated it.

Without waiting for an invitation or further instructions, the duo entered the rip in space that would lead them to a random dimension and as soon as they passed through, the portal closed again.


Since Morty C-137 had called the other Mortys in the meantime and informed them about some possible suspects that they should probably investigate a bit more, the boys had all agreed to share the work and Morty C-133 was the one that volunteered to check out the doctor Ricks from the Healing Center and Morty Labs.
Obviously, his Rick wasn't too happy about their involvement with this whole Morty kidnapping thing – it was none of their business and they were busy with other stuff.

"You do realize that we're actually here to look for that weirdo Morty and don't have time for this crap." Rick C-133 did point out to his Morty.

However, his grandson kept insisting, "C'mon, Rick. The others are helping out, too, and will inform us if they see or hear anything about the Morty we're looking for. And maybe we also find something out about him when we're asking around. At least it can't hurt to do it, right?"

"Yeah, fine. I guess you got a point…" the scientist finally gave in with a sigh.

Actually, it wasn't such a stupid idea to poke around at the clinics, seeing as the little shit had been wounded the last time that he had seen him.
So it wasn't completely unlikely that he would visit a doctor who would take care of that for him.

Therefore, the C-133 duo was approaching the Morty Healing Center first and Rick couldn't help but asses Surgeon Rick's crazy look and questionable outfit from afar already.
Thankfully, he couldn't see past the counter or he would have seen how short the white latex skirt actually was as well as the straps of the garter belt that suspended the white latex stockings or the teal colored, heeled sandals that made his long legs look even longer still – in short Surgeon Rick's outfit looked like a cyber version of a latex nurse outfit and was definitely more fetish wear than actual work clothes.

"So, you must be Surgeon Rick." Rick C-133 greeted.

"Why, hello there. Yes, I am. How can I help you?" Surgeon Rick greeted cheerfully.

C-133 peered behind the doctor and at the interior of the small clinic and spoke up again. "You've got no Mortys here? I would have expected a cute little Nurse Morty at least."

Surgeon Rick's face fell a little "Yeah, they don't let me have any Mortys here. Actually it's been prohibited to assign Mortys to me anymore."

"Why's that?"

"That's none of your business, Mr. Customer Rick." Surgeon Rick's smile looked a bit strained and his voice sounded menacing despite the fake-friendly tone.

"So, anyways…" the medic continued. "You gonna heal your Morty now or what? Actually he looks quite healthy to me."

Surgeon Rick looked with slight disappointment at the Morty at Rick's side.
Morty felt a shiver run down his spine and resisted the urge to hind behind his Rick's back.
Screw it! He jumped behind his Rick and dug his hands in his lab coat.
He had enough of creepy Ricks after what he had been through. Until now, he didn't even get a break to come to terms with what had happened to him and until his Rick found the culprit behind his kidnapping, he probably wouldn't get around to digest it properly – if he ever will.

"No, we're fine right now. Just doing a bit sightseeing, checking out the locations. You know, stuff like that." Rick C-133 explained with a fake smile.

"Okay. Well, when your Morty gets hurt just bring him to me. I'm going to fix him back up for free. Courtesy of the Council of Ricks of course." Surgeon Rick offered, sounding sincerely nice now.

"Will do." Rick C-133 mumbled.

Trying to bring it up as casually as he could, he finally cut the small talk and asked what he really wanted to know about, "By the way, did a suspicious Morty come by here?"

"Suspicious? How so?" Surgeon Rick asked confused.

"Well, I mean a Morty that's just different from other Mortys."

"Hah! All Mortys are different from one another. There are not two Mortys who are the same." Surgeon Rick replied with conviction.

"Well, he should have had a broken left arm. You had any like that in today?" he tried to specify.

"Sure. I've got at least twenty today alone." The doctor replied with a smile as if they were just casually talking about the weather and not injured Mortys.

Yeah, that didn't help him at all. It was obviously just a waste of time trying to get some useful information out of the crazy medic.

With a sigh and a mumbled "Yeah, whatever…" Rick C-133 turned around and left for good this time.

"Bye and have a nice day~" Surgeon Rick sang in his shrill voice, his creepy grin back in place and waving a latex-gloved hand.

Both Rick and Morty had to agree that this guy was uncomfortably freaky.

"That guy is not quite right. And I'm not just talking about his weird personality or clothing." Rick said to his Morty "I wonder why he's prohibited from getting a Morty assigned to him?"

His Morty nodded at that "Yeah. That certainly sounds very suspicious…"

"Well, since the Morty Labs are pretty close by, how about we check out the other nutty doctor over there. Can't be much worse than this one…"

Morty didn't really feel like encountering another Freak Rick, but he followed his Rick anyways.
He had promised the other's to check them out and so far the suspicions didn't seem to be entirely for nothing…


They wandered around in this oddly looking dimension, which had mint-green grass and trees with pink leaves.
Morty C-137 looked in awe at their surroundings, which looked so different from earth and not only because of the odd color palette. The smells of peppermint and cotton candy wafted through the air coming without a doubt from the nature that was surrounding them.
Rick, however, was completely focused on his Mortytector, not looking up for a single second.

He went in a straightforward path to a row of trees and only then did he bother to look up from his device.
Motioning for Morty to be quiet, he slowly nudged himself between the trees and peeked at what was behind it.
Morty also slid up next to Rick, trying not to make any loud noises as he walked over the fallen and piled up leaves from the trees and supporting himself on the trunk so to not trip over an extended root.

There, walking on a patch of grass and looking rather lost was a kid.

"R-Rick? Is that a Morty?" C-137 asked in a careful whisper.

"Let's see: brown hair, yellow shirt, blue jeans. Yeah, I'd say that it's obviously a Morty. I-I mean— just take a look! What else could it be, Morty?!" Rick replied also in a hushed whisper but clearly annoyed tone.

"But t-that doesn't really—" Morty started, but was quickly interrupted by his grandfather.

"Look, Morty. We're here to—gotta have to catch us some Mortys, okay? So, let go of your planetary mindset, stop being judgmental and let's just gonna do so-some catching now."

Without waiting for a reply, Rick left the safe hiding place to approach the Wild Morty, his own Morty following a bit reluctantly.
Startled by the rustling of the leaves, the Wild Morty turned around to see the advancing duo and the Morty's eyes widened before the instinct to flee kicked in.

"Oh great." Rick groaned, but started to run after the fleeing Morty nonetheless. "Looks like we'll have to chase it until it's tired itself out, Morty."

"'It', Rick? Really? 'IT'?!" Morty complained about the phrasing.

They ran over patches of grass, weaved between some trees and even followed a small, pebbled path, before the Wild Morty was forced to stop.
Panting heavily from exhaustion the poor thing had reached a dead-end as thick shrubbery blocked off any means of escape.

Morty himself was panting heavily from all the running, but felt bad for the other Morty.
He could clearly see the fear in the Wild Morty's eyes.

"Finally. That Rick from the Day Care had said that we need to weaken Wild Mortys before we can catch them, so – attack, Morty!"

"Aw, geez…" Morty complained but approached the other Morty.

Still not wanting to fight against one of his own kind, he wanted to try a different approach and lifted his hands up a little to show that he meant no harm.

"H-hey, there…" he started, but didn't come very far as the Wild Morty lunged at him and managed to throw him to the ground. "Ouch!"

"What the heck was that, Morty? That's just embarrassing." Rick immediately criticized.

And that was probably true because any attempt at peaceful conversation was pretty much pointless at the moment.
The Wild Morty was acting like a cornered animal now and not holding back at attacking Morty C-137.

Rick watched the entire scuffle from the sidelines and could tell that the Wild Morty was clearly stronger than his own.
Just as Morty C-137 was short of passing out, laying on the ground with the other Morty sitting on top of him and about to deliver the final blow, did Rick actually step in.
In a swift motion, he pressed the injector to the Wild Morty's temple and watched the red LED on the attached Manipulator Chip blinking on and off a few times before it turned green.
The newly captured Morty's stare was blank as the chip was probably working on rearranging the memories and Rick hoped that it was working properly.

Obviously, it should work properly because this wasn't even one of the chips that he had crafted, but actually one that he had stolen from Salesman Rick.
Not that his own chips wouldn't be able to work. He just stole that one, to check out how this thing was built up because it was always easier rebuilding something that already existed instead of having to start from scratch.
Which wasn't saying that Rick couldn't do that, but he really didn't have the time for all that crap.

"Morty?" he carefully addressed the newest addition to the team to make sure the chip really did work.

"Yeah? What is it, Grandpa Rick?" the freshly caught Morty asked back.

"Wow. You really listen to the name 'Morty'?" Morty C-137 now asked, having recovered a little bit from the brutal, one-sided battle and got to his feet again.

"Why wouldn't I? You listen to the name 'Morty', too, aren't you?"

"Well, yeah, but that's not really your name, is it?" C-137 asked, but gulped at the antagonizing look he received in return.

"Well, it's not really your name either, right? You're name is actually 'Mortimer', yet you listen to the nickname 'Morty'."

"Yeah, w-well… that's true. What is your actual name though?"

"My name is Morticia. However, I'm fine with being called Morti even though no one in my family has started to call me that before Grandpa Rick came to live with us." Morticia confessed.

At the mention, she looked back to Rick, but suddenly her eyes went wide.

"Um, Rick?" she asked.

Rick did feel uncomfortable at that look. Did the chip not work properly, after all?

"Yeah?" he urged here on.

"Wh-where are your boobs?"

Rick and Morty's facial features derailed at that.

"WH-WHAT?! Obviously, I don't have boobs! I'm a guy, not a chick!" Rick yelled almost indignantly, the hint of a blush on his face.

Was Morticia's original Rick a female Rick or something?

"Y-yeah, I know. But remember that you actually made it so that you had boobs and said that you did it so that I wouldn't feel so bad about being a female Morty anymore? And you were so proud of them, too. I mean those were some huge knockers."

Both Rick and Morty looked at her as if asking if she was serious about this.
It made her a little nervous and definitely uncomfortable.

"B-but I guess it's better for your back if you don't have them anymore. I mean, i-it's not like I'm complaining." she decided to quickly drop the subject.


The walk to Morty Labs was short since it was just in the neighborhood.
Of course, these facilities were all located close to each other to save the trainers the mileage and also to keep up the sales.
All they had to do was walk down some steps and then turn around the corner and the building of nutty medic Rick number two was already in sight.
As they waltzed up to the counter, Lab Rick seemed to be just finished with his last job.
He handed a Morty over to his alien trainer. The poor boy looked somewhat dazed and completely disoriented.
Morty C-133's heart immediately went out to him, but the Morty's owner already dragged him away – probably off to more Morty battles.

Tearing his eyes away from his unfortunate alternative counterpart, Morty looked back up and looked around the so called Morty-Lab – and instantly regretted it.
He cringed at the sight of a brain in a glass jar, eyeballs still attached to it and staring blankly into nothingness. In another jar was something, which looked like a Morty-embryo or something and he wasn't sure if he even wanted to know what it was here for.
Aside from that – and some other jars that contained eyeballs and who knows what else – an assortment of questionable medications like "Mortynol" for example littered the workspace and a bunch of capsules that he had seen in the Blips and Chitz machines as well as some Petri dishes and even some of those manipulator chips.

A calendar that hung on the wall however caught his interest.
Not exactly the fact that the calendar stated that it was the 11th of Ricktober today – though it was interesting to know that the Citadel had its very own calendar system – and also not the notes that Lab Rick had scribbled on certain dates, but for the fact that a picture of Surgeon Rick was decorating it.

After his uncomfortable examination of the business, he turned his attention to a grinning Lab Rick. The medic completely ignored him though and was focused on Rick C-133.

"Hey, there. How can I help you? Your Morty needing a memory wipe?"

Rick C-133 looked like he was actually considering taking him up on the offer and maybe he was really contemplating it.
Wouldn't that be the easiest way to help his Morty? To just erase that traumatic experience that he had to suffer from? Even if it meant that, he had to lie to his boy?

"Nah, just doing a little sightseeing. I was actually wondering what your shop is about. So, you wipe Mortys' memories? Is that it?"

"That's part of it, yes." Lab Rick answered, not sounding offended by the other's very insulting-sounding statement. "I can wipe Mortys' minds or trigger forgotten or even erased memories. So, if there's something you want your Morty to forget or to remember, you're in the right spot here."

"Wow. Do you have a lot of customer's because this doesn't really sound too exciting?" Rick C-133 was not impressed.

"More than you think, actually. Aside from Morty trainers, I've got my hands full with the Mortys from Plumbubo Prime 51b. Those Plumbus Slaves need some regular mind wipes."

Morty looked alarmed and wanted to ask about that. Plumbus Slaves? Regular mind wipes? What was going on, on or in Plumbubo Prime – he honestly had no idea what Plumbubo Prime was even supposed to be. Was that a planet? A different dimension?
His own Rick snorted and wore a look of disgust on his face. Looks like he knew what this was about.

"Yeah, well whatever. Did a Morty without a trainer come by here today? He should have had a brok—a wounded arm."

Lab Rick looked at him with something like disbelieve. "No. Why? Did one run away from you? For malfunctioning manipulator chips, you should go and see Surgeon Rick to fix that. Or you could go to Salesman Rick for a refund. But if that Morty is really wounded the Healing Center would be your best bet."

"Do you know him personally?" Morty suddenly spoke up from behind the safety of his Rick's back. "I-I mean Surgeon Rick?"

Rick L-54 looked down at him for the first time, making a face of surprise as if he hadn't noticed him being there until now.

"Yeah, I do know him. We've both been working at the Citadel's Medical Research Facility before we took on these jobs." He admitted.

"So you know each other pretty good?" Morty carefully treaded forward.

The medic huffed a little laugh. "Yeah, you could say that we know each other very well."

"T-then… do you also know why he's prohibited from Morty re-reassignments?"

Lab Rick's smiling face dropped instantly and the playful mood turned to ice in a matter of seconds.
He leaned forward, coming closer to Morty's face who froze up in fear, hands digging deep into his Rick's lab coat, completely forgetting that there was a perforated glass window still separating them. The boy had a deer-caught-in-headlights-look on his face.

"That's some very personal information, you know. And it's not really my place to tell." The medic's tone sounded dangerous, almost threatening.

Even to someone with the disability of not being able to read between lines, it would have been obvious that he just said "That's none of your fucking business!" without actually saying it.

Morty fought the urge to 'eep' in fright and just hid more behind his Rick's back, almost regretting to be so forward and asking as he did.
However, this also made the medic fishier and Morty couldn't help, but suspect that the two doctor Ricks are somehow working together.
At least they were both sharing this secret and that was suspicious enough as is.

Lab Rick cleared his throat as he stood to his full height again and looked back at Rick C-133. "There something else you want to know or can I go back to my work now?"

He pulled on his leather gloves as if to make a point.
C-133 matched his attitude with a sigh and a slightly agitated look on his face, seeming equally irritated.

"We're fine, thanks."

With that he turned around, one hand on his Morty's back to urge him to move.
He was getting really frustrated that Lab Rick also didn't seem to know anything about that mysterious Morty. C-133 had as many traces as before – namely none.

"Hey, if you ever need to wipe your Mortys memories, you're welcome any time." Rick L-54 shouted after the retreating duo.

It made Morty feel somehow uncomfortable. The very thought that there was Rick technology that could do that sort of thing… Ricks being able to control what Mortys got to remember and what not.
A shudder ran through him, as his imagination went wild.

Rick didn't turn back or comment on it.
He only patted Morty's back slightly where his hand still rested that had pushed the boy in the direction that they're headed…


It was only a few trainer battles in that Rick quickly realized what a good addition Morticia was to their team.
She easily proved that she was so much a better fighter than Morty in those few battles that the scientist really thought about renouncing what he had said to his grandson previously and make Morticia the leader of the bunch.
Who knew that the slight difference in gender could make such a huge difference?
It probably didn't really have to do with gender, but that's what Rick would be sticking to for now.

Beating just another weak trainer and his pathetic Mortys to the ground, they found themselves slowly approaching the battle ground of this dimension's Rick.
Morty was currently ignoring how the scales were tipping and that his grandfather was down talking him more and praising the female version of himself above everything else, clearly favoring one of the two.
It wasn't like he didn't notice it, he was just too busy pondering over the call that he had received a short while ago.
Morty C-133 had called and teleconferencing all of them as he shared his gatherings from investigating the Medic Ricks.

"Unfortunately I couldn't find out any specifics, but both Ricks from the Healing Center and from Morty Labs are definitely freaks and very suspicious. Surgeon Rick is definitely the crazier one between the two and they both share some secret that they won't reveal to anyone. It's about the reason why the surgeon isn't allowed to have any Mortys assigned to him anymore. Whatever this is about, the two clearly seem to be working together somehow. I'm sorry that I couldn't find out more yet, but I'll definitely try to keep it up…"

The other Mortys found that as suspicious as C-133 did and they all promised to keep some track on both of the medics and that they would try to look into it more if they found the chance and time…

Morty wondered if they really already found the culprit – well, at least someone who was behind the brothel ring. Of course, there was still the search for Mysterious Rick and also that dangerous Morty…
C-137 got drawn out of his thoughts as they walked up a small flight of stairs and into the arena, ready to face their first Rick (Boss) battle.
Morty was actually shocked as he looked their opponents over.
Ignoring the odd-looking Mortys, he actually observed the Rick more closely.

Actually, he would have thought that all Ricks would be cocky bastards that would seem a lot more intimidating, but this one looked rather… pitiful.
This Rick looked far older than any other versions of his grandfather, the wrinkles like deep valleys in the ashen skin and bags hung heavy under his eyes.
But that wasn't what was so shocking to Morty C-137, also not the skull that the other scientist was clutching tightly in his hands.
No, it was the open display of emotions that laid bare on this Rick's face.

He actually looked like he would start to cry any moment and his gaze was fixed on his two Mortys, making it looked like he wanted to do nothing more than to apologize to his grandsons over and over again.
Their first Rick opponent was Guilty Rick.

Rick C-137 stepped forward and said "Okay, let's make this qu*oouurgh*ick."

Guilty Rick finally looked up to his opponent, clutching the skull in his hand that was that of a Morty, the slightest bit tighter.

"Actually, I'd rather not fight. I've seen so many horrible things already, I do not want to see more Mortys getting hurt…"

C-137 smiled smugly. "Pfft. Fine with me. Then just hand over the badge and give me a portal and we're outta here without anyone getting hurt."

Guilty Rick sighed loudly. "I'm afraid, I cannot do that. The rules prevent me from it."

C-137 facial features flipped back to a frown "Well, then we gotta battle. Morty get in there."

Hesitantly Morty stepped forward.
Guilty Rick only sighed again before he sent his own Morty into the ring.
Morty C-137 looked his opponent over. It was a very odd-looking Morty.
The tiny creature looked like a Morty in an almost embryonically state as his hands were in its most rudimentary form and its feet were absent as if they hadn't developed yet.
The pink jelly-like substance that was surrounding it only added to the helpless-look that it emitted.

"Be careful, Test X1." Guilty Rick said to his little partner, looking worried for his little companions health and safety.

"Rick. I-I can't do it, Rick. I can't fight against it—him." Morty said as he looked at the other's big eyes.

"Argh, Morty!" his Rick groaned in frustration and slapped his hand on his face. "Aren't you the most useless turd ever? Whatever, just get back here. Morticia, you go in and crush him."

As Guilty Rick saw the look of determination and lack of mercy on the female Morty's face, he panicked a little and decided to also switch out his Morty.

"Test X64, you go in."

Even if it was a wise decision of Guilty Rick to swap out, correctly sensing that Morticia was a tougher enemy even his stronger Morty didn't stood a chance.
The Test X64 certainly put up a fight, attacking Morticia with body slams and weird pitiful screeches and howling noises, but Morticia was still stronger than that.
She fought back with fist and even teeth as she bit her enemy, throwing him to the ground and jumping on him to pummel him with her fists before he would throw her off again.

Rick C-137 cheered her on between shouting out commands to her while Guilty Rick also spoke commands but watched mostly worried.
With one last powerful punch Morticia came out as the victor, towering over he fallen and dazed opponent while she was still panting heavily.

"Oh no, Test X64." Guilty Rick mourned and grieved over the loss of the fight.

The Rick carefully check for his wounds, accessing the damage as he apologized and stroked the Jell-O outer case.
The dazed Morty gave a few pitiful screeches that made his Rick's heart break.
Morty Test X1 came forward now, moving back into the ring.

"Oh, nonono, Morty. You don't have to do it. We can forfeit this battle." Guilty Rick said, now even more reluctant than before to let his littler Morty fight.

The Morty gave a few noises as if to tell his Rick that it was all right and he wanted to do it.
The moment was so touching that it brought tears to Guilty Ricks eyes.
Rick C-137 rolled his eyes at the overly dramatic display of emotions and affection.

"Morticia, come back here. You did good, girl." Rick said as he saw that the fight had taken a bit out of her and she was wounded and panting still.

He didn't doubt that she would be able to finish the other opponent off, too, but he wanted to give his grandson another chance.

"C'mon, Morty. I'm generous enough to give you a second chance at this. Rip him apart."

Morty stepped hesitantly forward and looked at his determined opponent who really seemed to have an entirely different opinion on this battle than he did.
Despite its confidence, the creature still looked innocent albeit weird and Morty still couldn't find it in him to cause any harm to it.

"Jeez, Rick. I-I still don't think that I can do it…" Morty said as he looked with curled brows over to his opponent.

"C'mon, Morty! What the fuck?! What is wrong with you?!" Rick was getting peeved – 'Such an ungrateful, little bastard!' – and got more and more aggravated by the second. "Y-you know, if you keep that up I'll just leave you at the Day Care, Morty."

"Yeah, seriously. What's wrong with you?" Morticia now also started to chime in. "Just do it!"

"Yeah, Morty! Just do it, you little pussy. Aren't you embarrassed that a girl version of you can do this so much better?"

Rick continued to lay verbally into him and Morticia also continued going at it, their voices starting to overlap as if they were trying to outdo each other at beating him down with words.
The verbal abuse, coupled with the built up stress from everything that had happened in the previous battles – and most likely from the events that had even lead them here – was starting to get too much.

Morty may had been preoccupied with his thoughts on the events of the other Mortys investigations, but it didn't mean that all the insults that he received from his Rick since Morticia had joined them were just forgotten. The boy was at his limit – having finally reached the breaking point – and suddenly he started to see red.

Flipping out, Morty suddenly screamed and ran at his enemy, furiously attacking the seemingly defenseless Morty-Embryo-Thingy that didn't stand a chance against him.
He kept pounding, laying into his enemy for several minutes even after it had stopped moving already.

After something that felt like an eternity the red sheen lifted from his vision and he panted heavily as he looked down at his poor victim.
The pink Jell-O-like membrane had been almost completely liquefied and still clung to his hands, yellow shirt, pants and face and the Morty inside that jelly-like outer case had been beaten to a pulp, laying on the ground and only giving an occasional twitch and making the faintest pained sounds.

As he slowly realized what had happened while he was still regaining his senses, his Rick commented, sounding slightly proud "Whoa, Morty! Who knew that you were such a killing machine? You really need to chill, buddy."

Guilty Rick had abandoned the Morty-skull that he had hang on to in favor of cradling the dazed Test X1 Morty in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Morty. I'm so sorry." He whispered to the small creature.

He wailed as the Morty in his arms took his last painful-looking breath.

"Oh my god! I think I-I killed it, Rick! Uh, him." Morty shouted panicked.

"*Urp* whatever." Rick commented with little interest.

"I'm so sorry, Morty." The grieving Rick mumbled still cradling the deceased Morty in his arms.

"C'mon, I don't have time for this crap. Hand over the badge and shoot us a portal back to the Citadel so that we can move on with this shitty adventure."

Without looking up, the other Rick pulled first a badge from his lab coat and handed it over before retrieving his portal gun and opening a way back for the C-137 Team.
Guilty Rick never let go of his little Morty and still mumbled apologies while rocking back and forth.

"I'm so, so sorry, Morty. I will join you soon…"

Rick C-137 ignored the poor excuse for a Rick that had crumbled before his feet and went through the portal.
His two Mortys joined him albeit his Original Morty a bit more reluctantly as he looked worriedly at the defeated Rick that they left behind.

"Rick, do you thing that he's going to do something to himself?"

"Morty, I don't know and I don't care." Rick pulled his flask from the pocket of his lab coat and actually took the time to look back at him as he said, "You know, at best that's going to be a subplot that has no relevance to our story-line."

He continued to walk as he took a sip from his flask.


Surgeon Rick sat slumped at his counter, just lost in his thoughts when he suddenly saw a familiar figure approaching the Healing Center. He immediately perked up.

"Mio Amante." He said happily, as Lab Rick came up to the counter. "What do I owe the pleasure to see you here?"

"Well, I'm having lunch break right now and thought that I couldn't spent my time better than with you, mia Estrella." He answered.

"Oh, that's so sweet of you, but you know that I can't close the clinic. Gotta be always open in case of emergencies, you know?" Surgeon Rick replied, looking first delighted but then a little saddened again.

"Well, I don't see any customer's right now." Lab Rick commented after he looked around.

Indeed, there wasn't much going on today and there were surprisingly few pedestrians walking around at the moment. It was an extremely peaceful and quite day today and it actually felt pretty nice to have a breather for once.
Lab Rick went around the reception counter, taking the freedom to invite himself in.

He quickly took Rick S-422 in his arms from behind and whispered against his ear "C'mon, let us spend some time together."

The way in which Lab Rick had said those words, made it very obvious to Surgeon Rick how exactly he wanted to spend the time with him.

"Oh, c'mon. Never at work, remember?" he answered back, but didn't try to get out of the embrace.

They still had their rule from the time when they both worked at the medical research facility: to not have sex at their workplace – at least Rick S-422 was still sticking to that.

"I don't see you working right now." Rick L-54 commented and began to nip at the other's ear.

"Hngh… Amante…" Surgeon Rick moaned softly from the ministrations.

He was slowly giving in.
After taking one more look around at the plaza in front of the Healing Center and seeing it practically empty, he sighed.

"Okay, but make it quick."

"Hmm, sure. Been awhile since we done it quick and dirty, hasn't it?" L-54 agreed.

S-422 didn't comment further on that and instead dragged the other deeper into the little clinic.
They went over to a little cot that was for examining the Mortys.
Enticingly Surgeon Rick bent over it, thrusting his ass out and showing the other exactly what and how he wanted it.

Lab Rick licked his lips hungrily at the sight, his eyes wandered over the patch of shaved and surprisingly smooth skin between the rim of his stockings and the tips of the mini skirt. His hands quickly followed on that trail and lifted the skirt up enough to reveal a bright-pink lace thong underneath.
Nice!

Rick L-54 grinned wolfishly at the seductive garment. As pretty as it was, it was in the way though and needed to go.
So, with a quick movement, he pulled the garment down and left the other Rick's bottom completely exposed.

Deciding to have a little fun and foreplay first even though they should really hurry up since they didn't know when the next customer would show up, he gave one of the ass cheeks a hard spank.
Surgeon Rick groaned from the slap, but didn't seem to mind – if anything it was actually quite the opposite.

The L-Rick's hands then started to knead both cheeks before he spread them wide apart.
Hungrily, he bent down and started to lick from the surgeon's balls all the way up the crack.

"Mmh… Amante. Hurry up!" Surgeon Rick moaned impatiently and wriggled his ass.

Lab Rick smirked in reaction to that. "Don't you know that good things come to those who wait, Estrella?"

"If I'd been the kind of Rick who sits around and waits, I wouldn't be a Nobel price winner." The surgeon retorted smugly.

Well, that was probably true.
Instead of commenting though, Lab Rick bent down again to lap at the other's opening.
The wrinkly rosette fluttered, giving an invitation to the wet muscle to come inside, which the hungry tongue gladly followed.

Surgeon Rick groaned loudly as his lover was eating him out.
He eagerly thrusted his ass back as Lab Rick fucked him with his tongue, delving deeper and deeper with each push.

"Hngh… J-just hurry up already!"

"Tsk. So impatient."

As Rick L-54 said that, he pulled off his gloves and pushed two fingers at once deep into his lover's rectum – dry.
The sudden stretch and burn made the surgeon groan loudly.

"Yeah. You like that, baby?"

Rhythmically Lab Rick stretched the other out who didn't really mind the pain from the lack of lubricant. After all, Rick's were as much masochists as they were sadists.
After deeming the other ready enough, Lab Rick mercifully retrieved a bottle of lube that he always carried in his apron and slathered up his cock, which he quickly freed from his pants with the slick gel-like substance before positioning its head against the pink puckered hole.
In one quick, hard thrust, he buried all of his nine inches inside of his lover.
Surgeon Rick practically howled and even Lab Rick couldn't contain his groan at the feeling of the heat that enveloped him.

For a moment neither of the two lovers moved.
Then Lab Rick started to lazily stroke with one of his hands over the other Rick's back.

"C'mon. Just get to it, Amante. You're really taking your time today…" Surgeon Rick urged and moved to push back against him.

"And you are more impatient today than usual."

Despite his reply, Lab Rick decided not to tease his lover any further and finally moved.
He withdrew his length till only the tip remained inside just to ram it back in a moment later.
Like that, he set a hard and fast pace, reaming his lover who was bent over the cot and clutching the upholstery tightly.
Surgeon Rick moved back, matching each of Lab Rick's harsh thrusts and they both groaned and moaned loudly as they were quickly approaching their orgasms.

The sound of someone clearing his throat was suddenly heard loudly over every other noise the two Ricks made in their little tryst of love.
Both looked up to see none other than Rick C-137 standing at the counter.

"Looks like I'm interrupting something here." He said with a grin that indicated that he wasn't the least bit sorry for disrupting them.

At his side stood Morty who was covering his eyes with his hands and his head glowed as red as a traffic light.
Morticia stood on his other side and was also blushing heavily while looking the other way. Neither of them had wanted to see that.

"I'm here to get my Mortys healed up." C-137 continued.

Morty instantly complained, fidgeting. "Aw geez, oh man… do we really have to go in there? Can't you just buy a serum or something?"

"And waste my hard earned Schmeckles that I got from the battles which, by the way weren't won by you? C'mon, the healing here is free so move your ass in there already, Morty."

Arguing further with his grandfather would be pointless at this moment so Morty just gave in and walked together with Morticia in the clinic.
Thankfully, the two lovers had already separated again and fixed their clothes.
Lab Rick was on his way out, but not before saying something to his boyfriend in a low-tone.

"See you later, mia Estrella."

However, even if it was spoken lowly, Rick C-137 still heard it and quirked his eyebrow after the medic had left the facility.

"So, you gonna fix my Mortys now or what Estrella?" he spoke that nickname in a mocking tone.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm on it already. You just wait up there in the front." Surgeon Rick answered before finally focusing on the Mortys.

"C'mon, get out of your shirt and hop up so that I can examine you." He said to Morty C-137 while motioning to the cot that he had been bent over just recently.

Morty visibly cringed at the thought of having to sit there while being half-naked and getting examined by the creepy-looking doctor.

Surgeon Rick saw this reaction and exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. "Just get on it already. It's not like it's contaminated or anything."

After all, he didn't get to cum so nothing was ruined – well, other than his mood…


After he was examined, healed, cleaned up and even given some clean clothes to put on again, Morty C-137 had decided to inform the others about his newest "discovery".
He was able to get all the Mortys on teleconference again before he reported the news.

"Okay, so the Medic Ricks are definitely weirdos, but I think I have uncovered their big secret now. It seems that these two are actually having an affair with each other." He explained. "Uh… you guys don't wanna know how I found out about that…"

"S-s-so, does t-that m-mean that we-we can already r-rule them o-o-ou-ut now?" A-22β6 asked.

"I think that we can." K-4872 spoke up now. "I found out why Surgeon Rick is prohibited from Morty reassignments. I've done some research and to make a long story short there had been an incident, concerning the death of a Morty. The whole thing had been a tragic accident though and another incident with a Morty who reported him was apparently just a misunderstanding. So, yeah. I think that we can rule these two out as suspects."

"Okay, got it. Still, thank you for your efforts, C-133." C-137 replied.

A-22β6 spoke up again. "I-I'll check o-o-ou-ut Salesman R-Rick together w-with my R-Rick next."

"Okay. Good luck and take care."

The Mortys bid each other goodbye before they hung up again.
Morty K-4872 also hung up after the tel-co was over.

"So… Rick-cest, huh? I guess that is a thing, after all…" he couldn't help but comment on the entire affair thing.

"We've all been there and done that at one point…" his Rick answered.

Morty looked with a frown at his Rick. "TMI, Rick. TMI."


Bonus:

"Harder, Amante! Harder!"

Gloved fingers dug into the sides of the cot as he held on for dear life.
His lover was driving into him in a fast pace, hitting his prostate with each powerful thrust.

"Fuck! You feel so good, Estrella!" Lab Rick groaned, his hands gripping those bony hips tighter, sure to leave some bruises.

The two medics moaned loudly, both longing feverishly for release.
So close, so close…just a little more…

"Excuse me?"

Surgeon Rick groaned in annoyance, his head dropping forward on the cot in defeat. Not again.

"I want to have my Mortys healed. What kind of service is this?" The voice of a Rick complained from the counter.

Lab Rick, despite wanting to do anything but stop right now, halted. That only agitated the surgeon more.

"Is it impossible to get some dick in peace and quiet here for once?!" He yelled frustrated in his shrill voice.

The outburst actually shock the customer Rick and with a mumbled "jeez" he left with his entourage of blushing Mortys. No one in their right mind would want to deal with a sexually frustrated Rick voluntarily…


AN: I like to point out that we have a side story now that will be accompanying this fanfic. It's called "The Mortys and their Stories" and as the title suggests, it will center on the backstories of the Mortys that Rick C-137 catches in this fanfic. That way you can still get more information and character development if you like without me cluttering up this story too much.