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It had been a few days after I busted Rick out of prison. I was working on replicating his portal gun, as I didn’t want to be dependent on picking up his scraps. Or in his words, piggybacking off of shit he gave me. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. I got up and opened it. I see Summer standing in front of me.
“Hey, Y/N. Long time no see, right?” She said, looking at me.
I let her in.
“Hey, sorry I went no contact. It’s just I had to lay low on another planet while the Earth was under The Galactic Federation’s rule. If I had contacted you, The Galactic Federation would torture you for information.” I explained.
“Yeah, I kind of figured. Thanks for busting grandpa out of prison… that's not really how he explained it to me, but I figured. He’s not used to having help from someone capable of helping him.” Summer said, almost laughing. She then took notice of my missing finger. “Holy shit your finger got blown off?” She exclaimed.
“Yeah, it’s no big deal though. I just haven't gotten around to making a robotic one. I’m a bit distracted.” I say as I get back into my chair and fiddle around with the contraptions on my desk.
“Woah, like, honestly it feels like I’m getting deja vu. The way you work reminds me of Rick. Except, like, instead of a flask on the side of his desk, for you it’s a cart.” She laughed. I chuckled nervously. “Speaking of Rick, I don’t know what went down in that Galactic Federation prison, but he doesn't seem to be in, like, a good place. He's been getting blackout drunk almost every day..” Summer added.
Drunk-ass bastard.
“Oh. I’m not sure why either… maybe he's just embarrassed he had to get saved by his granddaughter’s friend?” I said, chuckling. I made sure to add the word friend in there. You know, make sure Summer doesn’t get the wrong idea.
“Alright, well I’ll get out of your hair, we’ll hang out when the world adjusts to having its own government again?” She asked.
“Sure.” I said, turning back around to my desk.
“Bye Summer!”
“Bye.”
I continued working on replicating portal fluid, working tirelessly for days, barely eating or sleeping. I also ended up making a robot middle finger for my right hand, so that way it would be easier for me to work, I can flip people off, as well as showing off how badass I am that I've lost a finger fighting.
As I was testing another attempt at replicating portal fluid, I shot my nearly perfectly matching green colored portal fluid into the wall, setting it to target Kroutebulon, and I cautiously peek my head through. I look through, and I’m on Kroutebulon. I step through fully, looking around and then shooting another portal set for my apartment. It works and I walk through.
FINALLY! I’ve done it. I have an idea, though. As I always associate that green color with Rick’s portal guns, I’ve decided to put a drop of bright purple dye into my portal fluid. That way I won’t be associated with Rick. Perfect. Plus, purple portal fluid looks cool as shit.
With the rest of my day, I decide to stop by the planet Xortablaxion because I heard that there were forests full of mega trees, as I need mega seeds for the nanobotic replicator I was planning on making. I look around, and in the distance I see mega trees. I start walking that way, but suddenly I notice that it’s too quiet in this forest. There’s usually some kind of monstrous alien animal making wretched noises, but I notice an absence of it. I pull out my gun and look around. Suddenly, I feel something crawling up my leg. I look down, and see a fluorescent alien spider bug thing. It’s about up to my calf. Before I have a chance to kill it, It bites me and I start getting lightheaded.
While in the process of fainting, I bite the nanobot-activated chip in one of my teeth, which is an SOS signal that sends my location to Rick.
My head thuds on the ground and next thing I know, I’m laying in Rick’s bed.
“ Rick? What’s going on? And why do I feel so.. dreadful?” I said, groggily opening my eyes and propping myself up against the wall.
“What’s going on is you got yourself bitten by an unknown alien bug and it ran off before I could get a sample, so I have to wait until you show symptoms of whatever venom bit you so I can make an antivenom.” Rick said. “You’ve been out for 3 days. The whites of your eyes are a fluorescent purple.
Rick got up from his chair and walked to the garage’s sub basement. I followed.
“Ge- burp get into this chair.” He said, referencing a metal chair that has needles and wires connecting to a computer in his sub basement. I get in and he begins strapping a headset to my head as well as wires and sensors to my temples and arms. I look over at the computer and it looks like it’s reading my brain waves and pulse.
Suddenly, the chair sprouts cuffs that keep my arms and legs on the chair. My chest tenses up. I feel like I’m gonna puke.
“Rick? What the fuck? Let me go.” I say, struggling against the cuffs. For some reason, I feel myself tearing up, even though there isn’t really a reason.
“You're unstable. Just stay there, wait until I can find a cure.” Rick dismissed.
I begin to tremble, feeling an overwhelming amount of anger wash over me.
“Unstable? UNSTABLE? Don’t- don’t treat me like I-I-I- like I can’t understand my own condition. FUCKING EXPLAIN WHAT IT SAYS ON THERE. WHAT'S GOING ON? ATLEAST FUCKING TELL ME I CAN UNDERSTAND IT JUST AS MUCH AS YOU. F-fuck you. FUCK YOU. YOU HEAR ME? FUCKING TURN AROUND DIPSHIT.” I started yelling. I don’t know why. It just felt like every negative emotion I’ve ever felt took over me, and I can’t filter anything I say. Rick just sat on his desk, facing away from me. That only served to enrage me more. I kept screaming, barely acknowledging what I’m saying. My vision got blurry with tears, and Rick walked up to me and put a syringe in my neck. I blacked out.
When I woke up from the sleeping shit he injected me with, I was bombarded with a wave of helplessness. No matter how hard I tried to fight it, I couldn’t think of a single positive thing no matter how hard I tried. I just started sobbing. Sobbing about every horrible thing I had ever gone through. Sobbing because I’m in a cold, dark, basement alone. Sobbing. Screaming. Shaking. Wishing someone would pull me out.
Rick comes down the stairs and turns on the lights, walking towards me.
“YOU FUCKING SHITHEAD. GET ME OUT OF THIS CHAIR YOU DRUNK ASSHOLE. I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL-”
Rick slaps me in the face, hard. The sting echoed throughout my head and silenced my thoughts that were going too fast for me to keep up. I stayed silent for a second.
“Rick, you've got to help me. I don’t know what's wrong with me I just- I just can't stop crying. It’s taken over– I-.. I’m sorry, I don’t mean it.” I say, trying to keep my cool. It washes over me. The feeling of inferiority enraged me.
RICK’S POV
Well now she’s back to sobbing and screaming. Great. I can’t just drug her up to stop it, either. That insane dosage of painkillers and sleeping serum barely kept her at bay for an hour. I need to solve this, and fast.
I grab Y/N’s portal gun and track the history. She got bitten on Xortablaxion… So all I have to do is find the thing that bit her and reverse-engineer an antivenom.
I go to Xortablaxion and make sure to teleport to the species of sentient life there. Nice, they are already advanced enough to have doctors and medicine.
I go to what appears to be a hospital and go to the nearest person that looks smart.
“Hey, a friend of mine got bitten by something here, the fang marks are about an inch apart. She’s–belch– acting extremely emotional and mentally unstable. Is there a cure for it?”
“Of course… She got bitten by a pesky Korblorg Arthropod, or at least that’s the scientific name. The venom seeps into her brain and feeds on negative emotions and memories, amplifying anything the bitten person feels. Traces of the venom end up seeping into their eyes, as well, irritating and turning the whites of their eyes purple. It basically makes her subconscious mind control her instead of her conscious mind. The venom seems to, in a way, torture the person with their own negatively amplified thoughts and emotions.. Usually if someone gets bitten, they spiral into killing themselves or others. Their conscious, logical mind can be awoken with some kind of emotional trigger. We don’t yet have a cure, but you can always hope.”
“Thanks.” I said, portaling back to the sub basement, Where the chair used to be holding Y/N is empty.
Goddamnit. She escaped from Quarzadium lined metal shackles. She's basically a psychopath space Beth on adderall.
Her portal gun is gone, but luckily I still have the tracking chip I put in her arm. It says she’s in her lab in Kroutebulon.
I walked through the portal to Kroutebulon.
“Y/N? Are you there?” I say and look around. I then feel the shell of a gun behind my head.
Y/N’S POV
“Rick. Oh.” I said coolly.
Rick raised his hands up.
“Listen, Y/N, I know you’re in pain, I’m here so I can find a cure to what bit you. That's all. So how about we go back to the garage and you can get some rest, maybe smoke while I find something that can help you?” Rick said, almost condescendingly.
I grab his neck and pin him against the wall, which admittedly was not an easy task as he is 6 '5.
“Do-don’t you fucking talk to me like I’m a child, you old bitch.” I said, jabbing my finger into his chest. “I’ll find a cure, without your help.”
“Ba-baby… come on.. Just relax, maybe put the gun away and I’ll be on my way out.”
That asshole, calling me baby. How dare he.
Shoot him.
SHOOT HIM.
That’s all I could hear. Versions of me, all equally me, all equally a random thought, screaming at me to end his life. My intrusive thoughts went crazy just knowing the fact that one movement of a muscle, one pull of a trigger and he could die.
I shakily hold the gun to his right temple and look up at him with wide eyes and a wicked smile, admiring the almost scared look on his face. I moved my left hand from his neck to holding his face, and I leaned in close, our noses touching.
“You feel it?” I say manically. “That… buzzing, behind your eyes? Because you know in a moment.. It could all…go-”
And as I was about to pull the trigger, my hair got violently pulled, and I realized, as I was drowning in my thoughts, it completely slipped my mind that I wasn't keeping watch of Rick’s robotic hands.
“YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I yelled, stumbling and falling onto my back. As I was about to pick up my gun, I stopped as Rick had taken this moment to pin me onto the ground.
Rick grabs my gun on the floor next to me and points it at me.
“Stand up.” He demands. I stand up, and a wave of embarrassment and depression washes over me.
My head was getting overwhelmed with thoughts too loud, like a middle school classroom with a negligent teacher. I can’t think. Or breathe.
But suddenly, I realized something.
Rick won’t shoot me. He can’t shoot me. He knows how deadly that thing is. He knows it’s not an ordinary gun. I’m the only one in the world who can understand his pain. OUR pain. The pain of having the universe at your fingertips.
I feel a sudden rush of adrenaline as I understand I am untouchable. Rick notices the change in my demeanor and instinctively takes a step back, gripping his gun tighter.
And I proceeded to punch him in the nose.
He drops the gun and grabs his nose in pain, stumbling back. After a few seconds of him being stunned, and the blood dripping from his nose to the ground, he looks down at me, and I see something in his eyes. Not pain, but something primal. As if I had awakened something in him I had never seen before. The adrenaline rush was great, but I now realize I have just picked a physical fight with Rick Sanchez, smartest man in the universe, 6 '5 male with class C and above cybernetic enhancements, and he looked angrier than I have ever seen him.
If I was in my right mind, I would probably be scared, but instead, I smiled and widened my eyes with excitement.
Rick quickly punches me with full force. I’m stunned for a few seconds, and my jaw stings. I proceed to punch Rick just as hard as he punched me. It felt incredible to take my anger out. Instead of being stunned, he immediately pushes me against the wall, grabs my face, in a demeanor which could be described as anything but gentle, and gets real close, our noses touching, and as I gaze right into his icy light grey eyes, I notice the cut on his nose my metal middle finger made.
“Who the FUCK, do you think you are dealing with right know?” He says. I feel a grin spreading across my face. “A bitch.”
I headbutt rick. He stumbles back, clutching the spot of impact on his forehead, hissing and groaning at the pain. “AGHH!!”
“Oh, you fucking psychopath bitch! Y-you wanna dance? FINE.”
Rick lunges at me and pushes me to the floor, grabbing my hands and overpowering me with his superior mass. I feel my pussy getting soaked by the second. I squirmed, fought to get my hands out of his grip, but it was no use.
At this point, the logical part of my brain makes me realize that if I keep this cat fight up, he’ll just subdue me and I’ll go back to the basement. But I know another way to control him.
I kiss him. It wasn’t passionate or gentle. Instead, it was ravenous and greedy. I moan into him, and he tastes like booze as usual, but i've missed it. I bit his lip, pretty sure I drew blood. He presses against me, making me whine at the hard, hot line of his erection.
“Lab, go-go y/n fuck bed.” I say, activating the motion sensor activated mattress synthesizer that synthesized a mattress on the floor next to us, and I flip me and Rick around so I’m on top of him, pinning him onto the bed.
“So you have a whole bed installed in your lab just for me? I’m flattered, slut.” Rick said, smirking.
“Who says it's just for you?” I said, licking the blood off of his nose.
“Me.” Rick said in a deep, assertive tone.
He plastered my neck with deep red, painful hickeys as I got to work on unzipping my jeans. I wiggle out of them and Rick spanks my ass and the slapping sound echoes in my mind. As I unzipped his jeans, he lightly traced his finger over my clit and down my wet panties. I couldn’t help but let out a whimper, and he smiled in satisfaction immediately.
“Already soaking for me? Never would have guessed that violence turns you on.”
He undresses fully as I pull off my underwear, top and bra, studying his face intently as he witnesses my naked body for the first time.
“Go-.. goddamn you’re beautiful.” he says, looking me up and down with a look that I perceived not as lustful, but a look of true enchantment. I expected him to say something about my body, yes, but beautiful was not one of them. I always expected a “You’re hot” or a “fuck, your pretty.” but Rick never struck me as the type to become so mesmerized by something like a woman's body. I was sure he had seen many before me, and didn't care for compliments or formalities. But now I find myself to be wrong.
I took a moment to appreciate his lean frame as he props himself against the wall, and for a second, both of us, panting and sweating, looked into each other's eyes and bruised faces. I study his angular features, messy hair and broken nose, courtesy of me.
The ethereal moment of silence passes, and I proceed to climb on top of him, lining my aching hole up with his rock - hard, leaking cock. The sight of him below me, completely under my control, was like a hit of the best drug -- so rare but worth the wait. So, I gave him what we both craved and slowly sank down. As I sink down onto him, he lets out a hearty moan. I suck in air, hissing as I try to adjust to him stretching me open.
I begin to thrust onto his dick, slowly bringing myself down and up again, savoring the moment. The lewd, wet slapping noises that we make slightly embarass me.
“You like that?” I asked, rocking my hips forward and back while lightly scraping my nails down his chest. He moaned in response, eyes practically rolling back.
I lean in close, letting my tits rest on Rick’s chest as I use all the coordination I have to continue grinding while at the same time kissing him in between moans.
“I love your cock so much, Rick.” I whisper into his ear in the sexiest voice I could make. “Baby, I -- oh fuck --” he cut off with a whimper when I rose and sank back down in one fluid stroke.
As that familiar feeling starts building in my stomach, I become more vocal and my grinding becomes erratic and stagnated. Rick takes this as an opportunity to regain control, and he grabs my hips roughly, digging his nails into my ass as he begins manually slamming me down onto him.
“What a- what a f-fucking needy slut you are for me, huh?” He teased, gradually getting faster with every thrust. Barely able to form words as my cervix is being pounded by his huge, girthy dick, I simply nod and let out occasional moans and whimpers.
I get more and more overstimulated, the feeling of his cock filling me over and over again makes my body limp and tired, and I moan messily.
“See baby --” he panted in my ear as he continued to savagely fuck me, “don’t you -- isn’t this better, huh?” I nodded obediently.
You’ve been a bad girl, yeah? Y-you need daddy's- nghgr- dick to set you straight?” He says, getting more erratic and sloppy with his movements.
I whined, knowing full well that he wanted me to admit he was right; that a good fucking would cure all that ailed me. I nodded and tried to scramble out a yes to the best of my ability, but all that came out was a strangled moan.
“Dirty little slut - y-you’re just a whore for my dick. Love when I stick my - shove my cock in your pussy and make you whine and beg like the whore you are.. and - ooh ffuck you feel so - godd - goddamnit-” Rick says into my ear. I nod pathetically, and as I feel that familiar feeling in the walls of my cunt, I begin to thrust and roll my hips deeper and deeper, meeting his thrusts halfway.
“What a good girl, you're gonna come for me, yeah? Go ahead. Cum.” Rick commanded me, the signature cocky grin on his face instantly sent me over the edge, the feeling in my g-spot sending shockwaves up my spine. As I come, I bury my fingernails into his back, gripping for dear life as I scream his name, sloppily humping him like a desperate animal.
Rick’s dirty talk becomes nonsensical words and groans scrambled together when he feels my cunt clench around his dick as I ride out my orgasm.
“Good– gngh- good fucking girl, ah- agh- fucknghh..you’re- you’re so tight, s-such a.. Gnh, such a pretty slut– ” Rick praises me and starts meeting my grinding halfway, bucking his hips as his thrusts become more erratic.
I’m still half-coherent as I heard him curse and groan, felt his fingers dig painfully into the skin of my ass as he slammed me down onto his huge cock, further overstimulating my poor aching pussy. He came buried fully in my cunt, sounding his enjoyment of my body, calling out my name between nonsensical grunts.
As our orgasms pass, my thrusts get slower and I surrender my already exhausted and sweaty body to rest on top of him, keeping his now soft dick inside of me, not wanting to lose the feeling of being full.
The post-nut clarity gives me a strange feeling of peacefulness, and suddenly I’m very tired. I climb off of Rick and pull the soft comforter over both of us. I lazily turn to Rick, smile and run a hand along his bony chest, savoring the moment. Me and Rick lay there for a couple minutes, cuddling.
Usually, at this point I would light a blunt to maximize the feeling of peacefulness and to fall asleep soundly, but something tells me that this is enough for me, that I don’t need weed, because Rick alone is enough. And that scares me.