Hello everyone.
I'm back with another chapter. Truth be told. I had this half written for like a year, but forgot about it. I was looking through some of my old stuff and discovered this. Thought I should finally finish it.
I thought of this by going through Rick and Morty stories on Archive of our own and…wow. The vast majority is just the titular two doing stuff. When its not 'shipping' they're just doing stuff.
I get it. They've got chemistry. But there are other characters and I'm gonna use'em. Here is my favorite side character. Her personality is based on her portrayal by Ferdafs on his project 'a way back home'. A lewd adventure game set in the rick and morty franchise. Mostly its about getting morty laid. Its fun. Highly recommend it.
For the record, I don't know if I'm actually going to continue this one.
Regardless, enjoy.
Essence of a genius
Chapter 1- Seal The Deal
Synopsis: Morty, being 'Morty' too many times, the smith family ground him- unable to orgasm for a solid month. While the family is out, a miserable Morty is visited by a certain classmate.
Yeah, put that in there because… apparently I need to. Its not a spoiler. We all know what this is about.
"C-Come on. P-Please. Please c-come on!" Morty pleaded, desperately. The Mad Scientist's sidekick was standing in his room in front of his laptop. Redhead foot porn on mute played on. Morty's favorite jack'n shirt wrapped around his junk as he rubbed away- fast and hard. Fast and hard enough he could start a fire if he wasn't using so much lube. "I-I need th-this!"
Morty's whole body felt like it was burning. His arms were wet noodles ready to fall off. His legs, locked and brittle. Ready to crack and break. His junk was an inch away from exploding. The pressure was building- hard.
And nothing.
Lots and lots of nothing.
The video reached its end. His laptop's battery died. Morty dropped his jack'n shirt and fell to the floor. His body red, in pain. Veins on every part of his body were pulsing out in rage and agony.
"Why..."
HONK! HONK!
"Morty, come on." Beth called out, honking the family car from outside. "Get out here!"
"Guhhh..." Morty groaned, getting on his feet. Putting on his pants, Morty tossed his jack'n shirt into the pile of used tissues, empty lotion bottles, and a broken sci-fi flesh-lights he'd stolen from his grandfather. They're strangely literal flesh like material and authentic sounding heartbeat was something Morty chose not to think about as he walked out his room's door. "Coming!"
Making it outside, his whole body in the same amount of pain as a moment ago, Morty found the rest of his family sitting in his mom's Volkswagen. Each one was more annoyed than the next, more than usual.
"Wh-Where are we going?" Morty asked, confused.
"We're going to the movies." Summer, Morty's elder sister, answered from the passenger's seat and the closest to Morty. Her phone in her hand, scrolling down the screen. "You're staying home."
"What?" Morty whined. "That's not fair."
"Since when do we care about 'fair' in this family?" Rick asked, taking a swig of his flask in the back left seat.
"You're still grounded." Beth explained from the driver's seat, bored. A dull look on her face.
"I-I still can't be-believe I'm under hou-house arrest just for, for..." Morty stammered, pleaded, begged.
"For jerking off in every single room of the house." Summer finished for her brother. She looked directly at Morty, her face a mix of angry and annoyed. Disgusted. "Fucking gross."
"...And?" Morty asked.
"And its fucking gross!" Summer glared, flipping Morty off.
"Oh, come on." Morty shook his head, outraged. "I know you do it too. Everyone does."
"We caught you in the Kitchen!" Summer spat. "We eat in there. No!"
"We do all that stuff in the privacy of our own room- alone." Beth turned her head around, staring at Jerry in the back seat next to Rick. Everyone else fallowed, though their looks were more confused than annoyed. Jerry himself just looked up and away, ignoring everyone.
"Uhhh, Rick." Morty pleaded.
"Fuck you, Morty." Rick spat, literally. Droplets of vodka shooting in the air. "You did it in my garage. You know I record everything. Its backed up by infinite redundancy storage. I can't get rid of your little snuff film. Ever!"
"Yeah..." Morty nodded, awkwardly. "I wanted to get caught. Its part of it."
Everyone in the car groaned. All but Jerry, who started twiddling his thumbs... over his crotch.
"Morty. Morty, I get it." Rick sighed, his tone genuine. "I had an exhibitionist phase for a while myself- a long while. But the stuff in my lab makes nukes look cuddly."
"What?" Beth asked, concerned. "You wanna tell me about what's in my family's basement?"
"No." Rick sighed, taking another sip of his flask. "Not really."
"Oh god." Beth sighed, rubbing her temple.
"I get the appeal, son." Jerry nodded warmly, reaching his hand out the window and onto his child's shoulder. Morty just eyed the hand and then his dad. He was not into it. "I used to get off on the risk of getting caught too." That got everyone's attention - except Beth. Who just stared forward, rolling her eyes. Surprisingly, Jerry caught on. "What?"
"For about two years into our married lives, every Friday I had to drag Jerry out of the local jail for public indecency." Jerry's wife answered. The entire family could feel how much Beth wished she smoked.
"Shit." Rick cursed, putting his flask away. "How did that end?"
"We," Jerry smirked proudly, pointing at himself and a very done Beth. "Got really into bondage."
"It was an excuse to just beat him up." Beth answered like she was talking about the weather. "After I smacked Jerry into a crying bruised mess, I gave him a lazy handy. Two years later, bored out of my skull, I finally got internet installed at the house. Suddenly, Jerry stopped asking to 'adventure' anymore."
Quiet. Lots and lots of quiet. Three were shocked. One was bored. One was proud. One guess as to who was who.
"I-I'm so happy I don't remember any of that." Summer stammered. The cause of their marriage staring off into the distance.
"We need-" Rick burped, turning to Morty. "We need to break you of this habit of yours before it gets worse. So we can all get on with our lives."
"Which was why we had Rick set up the Anti-organism field on the house." Summer announced, smug as ever at her brother. "And it only works on you."
"Wait, it only works on Morty?" Jerry asked, confused. He turned to his wife at the driver's seat. "You said it put everyone in a dry spell."
Beth stayed quiet. Just sitting here. Staring at nothing. Jerry slumped in his seat, sad.
"You locked me in my room with nothing to do." Morty whined, his eye and arm twitching. "I can't even jerk off. For a solid month? That's psychotic!"
"Hard detox." Rick eyed his sidekick. "Been through a few of those myself. It always sucks, but the pay-off is worth it."
"...Really?" Morty asked, hopeful.
"For revenge, yeah!" Rick spat, laughing. "Suck it, Morty."
"The rest of us are gonna go see the latest Marvel movie." Summer gloated, holding up her phone's screen to Morty. A famous comic company logo glowing in his eyes. "The one you've been waiting a whole year to see, and you're stuck here. Dry h*** the couch cushions like a dog."
"Geeze..." Morty whimpered, like a kicked dog.
"Suck it up, Morty." Beth shook her head. "You've only got a week left."
"I ca-can't wait." Morty stammered, crossing his arms over his crotch. "I feel like I'm gonna explode."
"Hey, there is a loophole." Jerry said, his tone cheerful. "Sure, you can't jerk off yourself, but if anyone else does it- you're in the clear... too bad you don't have a girlfriend. Any friends at all really. Hell, even an acquaintance from school who'd give you a sloppy handy for $20..." Jerry pulled out his wallet and handed over a bill to his wife. "Thanks for last night."
Again, silence filled the world.
"...Wow." Summer whistled.
"Jerry, we all wanted to rub salt in Morty's wound, but damn." Rick shook his head, disapproving. "You just buried Morty in a mine of the stuff. You're own son. Dark. Jerry. Not cool."
"What?" Jerry asked, honestly baffled. "What did I do?"
"One week, Morty." Beth announced, starting the car and stepping on it. "One week!"
"Uhhh, wh-what am I gonna do now?" Morty asked himself, watching his family drive off into the distance. The sidekick to a mad scientist just stood there on his front lawn. Confused and in pain. His heart and his balls pounding with each heartbeat. Morty grumbled under his breath, looking for answers when his phone chimed in his pocket. "Its 11:00 AM, on a Saturday. S-So the library would be open now. Yes!"
Morty charged down the road, or tried to. The second he tried crossing from his front lawn to the sidewalk, Morty slammed face first into a blue energy field. It hurt. Less like smashing into a brick wall, but more like a static shock to an entire part of his face. The impact itself was actually quite soft. Morty bounced off the blue wall of energy and back onto his lawn.
"Ahhh, what?" Morty asked, rolling over onto his back. He looked up and saw an entire dome of blue energy surrounded the Smith family home. "Oh, come on!"
"Fuck you, Morty" Announced his grandfather's voice from nowhere. On the force field wall, those same words appearing in front of him.
"Fu-Fuck you!"
Morty roared, getting back to his feet and charging into the force field. Trying to escape. It was pointless. He knew that. But the young sidekick to a mad scientist was beyond caring. Morty ran into the wall of solid energy again and again. Each time the shock and impact grew worse. But each time he was thrown back, Morty was just more determined to do it all over again. His grandfather's voice insulting him the entire time.
"Let me out. Let me out!" Morty cried, slamming into the force field again only to bounce back into the grass. Morty got back to his feet and charged again, his body getting tired. But he was far from caring.
"Morty Smith." The headless voice of an AI announced from nowhere. "My creator has barred you from leaving the premises. If you continue your current course of action, I will have no choice to but to 'Cattle prod' you, as per my creator's instructions."
"Fuck yo-" Morty cursed, dashing toward the wall of energy again. Only this time, instead of a little zap and a push, it really did feel like he was shocked by lightning as he slammed head first into a brick wall. Shooting back a good ten from the force field, Morty landed in a bush, a steaming, twitching mess. "O-Ouche."
"Thank you for cooperating." The same AI voice announced from nowhere. "If you try again, the 'cattle prod' protocol will be increased from its lowest setting. Goodbye."
"Wh-What did I do to de-deserve this?" Morty stammered, wheezing. He was actually in less pain than before, his body was so numb from the zapping. Catching his breath, Morty saw a pair of squirrels run straight through the force field like it wasn't even there. Morty cursed at them as the two rodents streaked in front of him and climbed up a tree before stopping on its branch. The two fluffy tailed rats looked down at the poor steaming boy. "Wha-What are you lo-looking at?"
Apparently, they wanted to make sure he was looking. Because the two squirrels instantly started going at it, right there. Humping like their lives depended on it.
"Ohhhh, come on." Morty grumbled, his eyes laser focused on the two rats in the tree.
Battered, electrocuted, and numb to the bone- the still smoking Morty instantly regained his erection- with a vengeance. Sick or not, these furry, mangy, battle-scarred nut lickers actually looked attractive to a teenage boy who hadn't busted his own nut in nearly a month. Shaking off the pain and numbness, Morty hopped off the bush to try again on the force field- only to fall flat on his face into the dirt. He just laid there. Morty's whole body, pulsating in pain and desire. "How could this get any worse?"
"Are you sure this is the spot? Its looks like just a random house." A voice announced.
It was female.
In the corner his his eye, Morty could see someone approaching. A phone next to her ear as she walked down the sidewalk. It was high pitched, kind of whiny, and had more air in her head than brains- but to Morty, it was the most beautiful thing he'd heard after a month of only talking to family. Peaking to his side toward the voice, Morty saw none other than the second most beautiful girl he'd seen at school.
Tricia Lang.
Morty himself had never done more than occasionally wave at this girl in school, but he knew her name. He knew every girl's name at his school- don't judge.
She was wearing her usual outfit of a low-cut white crop top, a burgundy skirt, white nylons and a cross necklace.
And she was standing on the sidewalk, just outside his home. But to Morty, she might as well have been a million miles away.
"I see him." Tricia nodded into her phone, waving at Morty. The sidekick to a mad scientist waved back, his body still smoking. "Do you really have to call him 'the target'?"
Morty rolled onto his back, Tricia's words a garbled mess as he got back onto his feet. The sidekick stared, hard, at Tricia. He had a hard time picking which spot to peak at. Her thick lips, her curvy legs in thigh highs- even her low cut crop top bound to her bouncing breasts. Morty had just gotten brand new wrangler jeans at the start this mess, they suddenly felt tighter than ever before.
"Oh, you're right." Tricia smiled, staring down at Morty. Like a hungry cat to a trapped mouse. "No, its cool. I like'm horned up and desperate. You should see the insanity I put guys through when we go on dates."
Morty just stood there. He couldn't move. He couldn't think. The entire world didn't exist. Only the simple fact that this titillating warm blooded female in law defying sexy clothes that was only a few feet away from him- and on the other side of the world thanks to the force field.
"No. No hazard pay. But I'd still like the money. It being fun is just a bonus." Tricia shrugged, her eyes and smile on Morty as she stepped over the grass of the lawn. Walked through the force field. Morty's eyes practically popped out of his head, or would have if they didn't bounce with Tricia's boobies with each step. The thin cotton of her shirt did nothing to hold down the giant orbs as she walked toward him. "Alright, I'll see you at the drop off location. Later, Tammy."
"Uhhh-ahhh..." Morty sputtered, her perfume hitting his nose. He drank it in. Cinnamon, with a hint of cherry. Morty never thought a smell could be arousing. His mind was blank, as the two orbs grew and grew. Getting closer and closer. Bigger and bigger. Bouncier and bouncier. They were his entire world.
"M... Mor... Morty.." A voice in the background mumbled. It was far away and unimportant. A hand was suddenly in Morty's face and snapping its fingers at his nose. "Morty!"
"Hu-Huh?" Morty asked, shaking himself awake. "What?"
"Hi, its Tricia. Tricia Lange." The girl waved at Morty, ignoring his disheveled, burnt appearance and blank fish-eyed stare. "We know each other from school."
"Oh, um, right." Morty nodded, blankly. All the pain he'd been blocking out came rushing back, with a vengeance. His balls and brains felt like they were gonna burst out of his body. Morty forced himself to look at the girl, which just made everything worse. "Y-Yeah, we have math together. Mr. Goldenfold."
"Who doesn't? How many teachers does our school even have these days?" Tricia asked, waving a hand. "But whatever. Almost all of them are lonely losers. Give them a tease and a smile, they'll give you an A for a semester."
"Uhhh...okay." Morty nodded, imagining this walking Viagra commercial doing something he'd seen countless times on Porn-hub. It was heavenly- this time Morty did hunch over from pain. Tricia took a step back, worried. Morty eyed her, looking up at the girl. Suddenly realizing she was at least a head taller than he was. Meaning, Morty was currently eye level with her chest. The pain got worse. "Y-You're taller than I thought."
"W-Well... I developed early." Tricia hummed, arching her back, tilting her chest out. Morty Smith, a boy who braved and survived all insanity and danger any universe could throw at him- fell to the ground in a groaning heap. Tricia crossed her arms, looking down at him. "Y-You're an awkward little guy. Aren't you?"
"S-Sorry." Morty stuttered, getting to his knees. His head down, in shame. "I-I'm going through something ri-right now."
"I can tell." Tricia sighed, shaking her head. "Jesus, you're just like the priest that teaches Sunday school." She offering her hand. "Can I help you, at all?"
"Uhhh..." Morty grumbled, looking up- instantly catching up her skirt. Morty's eyes were level with her thick thighs. Her white nylons looked painted onto her thick thighs. To his torture, Tricia's skirt was just long enough that he couldn't see under it. Morty tilted over again.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa- I got ya." Tricia announced, catching the poor boy before he fell back into the dirt. One hand on his shoulder, the other on his head. Tricia held him tight as she pulled Morty back up on his feet. "You're on the news every other week. Didn't you fight the army some time ago? What is going on with you?"
Morty couldn't speak, because his face was buried in a canyon of cleavage. Big cleavage. Warm cleavage. So warm. Yeah, when Tricia pulled Morty to her, she set his face to her chest. Her BIG chest. Cinnamon and cherry filled his lungs and his world. Morty just stood there, his eyes crossed. Tricia snorted as she pulled the poor boy off of her, snapping her fingers in Morty's face again.
It did the trick.
"H-Huh, what?" Morty asked, his mind a dull buzz. Rubbing his temple, Morty shook his head before spotting the pretty girl on his front lawn again. "Tricia, wha-what are you doing he-here?"
"Oh, uhhh..." Tricia grumbled, at a loss for words. "Oh, right. Morty, your... uncle, is the town drunk, right?"
"Grandpa, but yeah." Morty clarified, no less confused.
"Welll, my Parents just used up all their booze at my house. So I can't steal theirs." Tricia lied, thumbing down the road where she came. "I was wondering," Tricia smiled, teasingly, poking her chest out again. "Can I 'barrow' some of your grandpa's liquor?"
"What?" Morty asked, his eyes on her low cut crop-top. Tricia's voice in the background.
"Like a mouse with cheese." Tricia shook her head, smiling. She snapped her fingers again. The young brainshield stammered why Tricia was there again. "Need booze. Morty grandpa town drunk. Morty give Tricia booze."
"Okaaayyy, why would I do that?" Morty asked. "Rick is already mad at me today. He'd drop me into a vat of acid if i took his vodka."
Tricia ignored that, smiling smugly at the poor boy as she tugged at her crop top.
"I can think of a couple reasons." Tricia teased. Down went Morty. Down went Morty! "Ohhh, boy. This is harder than I thought. Morty." Tricia sighed, getting the poor boy up to his feet again. She didn't shove his face into her chest this time. "Morty. Morty Smith. I know you're in there. Come on out."
"Tri-Tricia?" Morty stuttered, disbelief and surprise in his voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Mort- Please..." Tricia took a deep breath, covering her chest best she could so he could think. "Just take me inside and give me something alcoholic."
So he did. Morty led Tricia into the Smith home without any fanfare. Mostly because the pretty girl made sure to walk behind him so he wouldn't walk into a wall or something. Though, instead of the garage Morty led her into his kitchen.
"My Grandpa Rick has his liquor behind more locks than the pentagon. I know, I've seen it." Morty explained, opening the cabinet over the sink and pulling out a wine bottle. "But my mom's got a LOT of cheep 'adult juice' just lying around. She'll never even know it was gone."
"Glad to hear it." Tricia nodded, grabbing the bottle. She eyed the price. "Wow, this is cheap stuff. Wait, if your grandpa is some sci-fi genie, why doesn't he just make his own alcohol for the family instead of buying it?"
"Rick created an entire universe just to power his car." Morty shook his head, remembering the god awful six months he spent a tribe of backward savages. Worse, his half a year away from his laptop. "Best advice, don't think about it. Now, you have your booze. What do I get out of it?"
"I'll let you jerk off to me." Tricia answered, in the same tone as talking about the weather.
Morty had to shake his head, it was so casual. Tricia snorted as she sat down the wine bottle next to a half-eaten sandwich and grabbed her tits- Right there. In the kitchen. Her thin fingers sinking into the thin cotton and milky bosom. Just like that, Morty hunched over in terrible pain. He had to grab the counter just to stay on his feet. His other hand covering his aching crotch. Tricia raised an eyebrow at that.
"Okay, what is wrong with you?"
"I-I can't do it. I just can't." Morty shook his head, angrily. Spitefully. "I did something dumb. So now, I haven't masturbated for an entire month."
"Oh god, you poor boy." Tricia gasped, honestly horrified. "What monster did that to you?"
"My grandpa. My family." Morty explained, still hunched over. Pure sexual frustration in his voice. "Its worse. I can cum. But someone else has to do it- and I've been grounded and alone this whole time." Tricia's eyes widened at that, then she smiled. "Th-The month is almost ov-over. Could I ha-have some pictures-"
Tricia put a finger to his lips. "Let me stop you right there."
The beautiful brunette smirked at the poor boy as she got down on her knees. Her head level with his belt buckle.
"J-Just like that?" Morty stammered, in pure disbelief as Tricia unfastened his belt and pulled down his zipper.
"Pretty much." Tricia concurred, pulling out a condom from between her breasts. "I actually love teasing guys. Making them cum. But I hate jizz. Soooo, you'll be covered during this. Any problems with that?"
For her answer, Morty dropped to the floor. Again. Tricia hadn't even unbuttoned his pants yet.
She sighed.
"Morty Smith is fallen down. Fallen down. Fallen down. Morty Smith is fallen down. By a fair lady!" Tricia sang, crawling over to the poor boy curled up to his side.
She rolled him on his back and eyed his crotch. Finally getting a clear look, Tricia was surprised the cheap denim of the jeans hadn't busted apart. Tricia couldn't tell what Morty was packing, but the wranglers were clearly struggling. Tricia played with Morty's pants as the poor boy twitched on the ground below her. Like a lioness and its fresh catch of the day. One that hadn't died yet. Just waiting there for its predator to sink her teeth into him.
"Okay, I'm just going to take that as a yes- Holy crap!"
Instantly a brass bullet zoomed through her hair. Crashing into the wall behind them. Looking down, Tricia discovered it was the button to Morty's pants. The second she so much as touched it, the thing snapped off. A pyramid of cheap denim and cheaper whitie tighties took its place.
"O-Oh, Okay. That's both a metaphore and foreshadowing. I forgot, you're the 'meta' guy." Tricia exhaled, her eyes on Morty's crotch. Then she moved his underwear. Something that did not belong on a boy Morty's size popped out to say hello. "Hello!"
What shot out was a literal stick of meat. Seriously. Just sitting there where a teenage boy's dick was supposed to be. It was long. It was thick. It was veiny And without even touching it, the thing bobbed and juked. Ready to go! Thankfully, it didn't smell. As most boy's pre-man meat had. This thing was the largest she had seen outside of bad Japanese hentai and AI generated videos.
Tricia sat back up, shook her head in disbelief.
"What the shit." Tricia pointed at the stick of meat poking out between Morty's legs. "No way in hell that's natural. Did you shoot it with a 'grow' ray or something?"
"Fer-Fertility ray." Morty breathed, huffing. "It doubles everything. Size. Feeling… Production. The sheer need! They really wanted to hammer in my punishment."
"Wait…" Tricia pointed at Morty's erection. "This is just 'double' what you already got… Seriously."
"Yeah…" Morty answered sadly. "I'm sorry if its not as-"
"I'm gonna stop you right there." Tricia shook her head. Her eyes never leaving the bobbing man-meat next to her. "We are not doing the 'I thought I had a small dick' cliché. You know this thing is huge. Even without the sci-fi bullshit."
"Y-Yeah…" Morty shrugged, a proud smile on his face. "Rick did say he messed with his genes a long time ago for 'optimal use' one night when he was drunk. He pro-probably passed them on to mom. Then Summer. Me."
"Well, isn't that interesting?" Tricia said in a bored tone, looking at the condom in her hand. "This is cheap gas station brand. Any chance it'll actually work with…" Tricia pointed at Morty's dick.
"Ju-junk drawer." Morty pointed to the cabinet built into the counter. "Top one. The super-seal ray is in there. We use it on the trash bags."
Without any fanfare, Tricia walked over and pulled out what looked to be a tiny filled trash-bag with a gun handle on it. She pulled the trigger and yellow light enveloped the condom.
"Huh." Tricia said, honestly impressed. "Hey, with all the weird, useful shit. Why doesn't your grandpa just sell or patent it and get rich?"
"Ri-Rick tried that once." Morty stuttered, his eyes still on her chest. "He got bored and burned his store down in a day."
"Well, there goes that plan." Tricia sighed, disappointed. "Your grandpa is way too dangerous and unstable to work with." Tricia turned to Morty. His eyes still hard on her chest, completely oblivious to her words. "But you? Yeah, I think we can work something out."
Tricia smiled as she strutted back over to Morty. A predator to its prey. The girl in the cream crop-top sank down to her knees next to her target. Her toy. She went to open the condom- It was sealed shut. Tricia rolled her eyes as she pulled out another one from between her breasts. Pulling it out of its wrapper, Tricia zapped the baby gravy balloon. She pulled and pulled the cheap plastic- it stretched. It stretched but became no weaker. No thinner. And once she let go, it retracted back to its original shape.
"Incredible." Tricia laughed, holding up the toy looking gun. "Ohhh, I am keeping this thing."
"Pl-Please…" Morty pleaded, doing everything he could to turn on his side. He made it, barely. His whole body twitching. "I-I'm in enough tro-trouble as it is."
"Ohhhh, I wouldn't worry about that. Before you know it, you're mind will be too far gone for you to worry about… anything, really." Tricia shrugged, relishing obvious fear as Morty babbled and stuttered on. "Now, first things first."
Tricia pulled out a rubber band from her pocket. She dropped it over Morty's throbbing dick. The horny trickster was careful that she never touched him as the ring of rubber fell down to the base.
"What!" Morty cried in pure anguish. "Why?"
"I can't have you shooting off before I put this on you." Tricia answered, carefully grabbing the rubber-band and twisting it until it tight around the meat stick. Morty cried in pure pain and despair. He tried to reach for it, but Tricia swatted his hands away. The poor boy was too weak. Weeks of near non-stop arm action with no release and few breaks had exhausted his arms.
Morty fell back, defeated. Despair. Utterly destroyed. A tear rolled down his eye.
"Jesus, relax." Tricia said, actually feeling bad for him. "It'll come off in a second. Let me put this on."
Tricia slipped on the ray enhanced condom. After nearly a month of non-stop self-unlove, it was the most wonderful thing Morty had ever felt. At that very moment, Morty could feel a jolt through his every nerve. Like a corpse that was being brought back to life. Every part of his body that was part of the process tried, desperately, to empty his balls- right then and there. The girl had just grazed his tip! But by sheer cruelty, the river of white hot DNA was stopped by a ring of rubber worth a penny. The cheap thin condom slid down to the rubberband- and yes. It did need to stretch.
Morty wanted to scream, but he choked on his own… everything. Now both eyes were running.
"Ooookay, this went from fun to really sad." Tricia grumbled, cutting the rubber-band.
Instantly- yeah. Mr. St. Morty erupted. Shot after shot blasted out in waves- yeah. The condom filled up fast- the rubber really did need that stupid ray gun thing. Morty himself was jolting and twitching around like a chicken with its head cut off… which probably wasn't far off from the truth. Eventually- Eventually, he stopped.
Poor Morty finally stopped.
He just laid there. Teary eyed. The odd twitch here and there.
A big dreamy smile on his face.
"Alright, that's better." Tricia sighed, relieved, as she slid off the condom. Tying the end shut. "Don't feel so guilty now."
Tricia looked down at her prize. She had no idea how much the literal bag of splewg had been shot into it, or how much it carried. Best the slut of her school could describe it would be… Hentai amount.
"Sooo, half of this is a month's worth of Morty juice?" Tricia pointed at the bag. "What do you eat?"
"Tha-Thank you." Morty answered in response.
"Normally, I'd keep going. But ah…" Tricia stood up, her prey laying at her feet. His eyes closed. Silently resting. His chest gently gliding up and down as he breathed. Dead to the world. "You are totally passed out. And way too precious to wake up."
Tricia grabbed Morty by his shirt collar and dragged him to the living room. With casual care, she slipped his sleeping form onto the couch. The big, squishy, WARM bag of his contents in her arm. Zipping his pants shut, Tricia headed toward the door.
"Don't worry, Morty. I'll be back soon. We've got business after all." Tricia announced, blowing her prey a kiss. Walking off the front porch, Tricia pulled out her phone. "Tammy, its done. Where do you wanna meet- What? Yeah, I'm sure I've got the right one. You said 'genius', right? Well, he is the smartest guy I know. He does always rush off to crazy sci-fi bullshit that wrecks the town every week. No. No blood. But I've got plenty of his DNA. It should still work. Okay, great. We're still in business!"