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“If you want something, you know the drill. I got a few- got quite a few ‘things’ that gotta be taken care of downstairs.”
Rick hadn’t even turned his back to look at her when she’d entered the garage, just continued with the task at hand on his work table.
Summer crossed her arms over her chest,”Oh my fucking god, I did like fifty chores this week. I’m not even asking for a stupid gadget this time.”
Summer had been wanting concert tickets to a band that was finally touring around the city, which wasn’t even hard to make, so she knew her grandpa was just being stubborn.
“Rules is rules, sum-sum. Want something? Do a chore. Too bitchy to do a chore? Don’t ask. Can’t- don't know how many different ways I gotta explain it to you- but if you're fishing for compliments you only get one per season so, better luck next time.”
Summer pulled her head up in a grown,” What are you even doing that’s so beyond important right now?”
Summer strained her head to look behind her grandpa's working figure.
It was Morty on the table, shirtless with headphones plugged in, casually scrolling his phone. He looked nonchalant, like his stomach wasn’t being torn in half- strings pouring out like the inside of a circuit board.
“Oh my god, gross. What are you doing to him now?”
Rick pulled some of the strings, adjusting them and dug his hands into Morty’s insides.
“Just adding a few mods. Morty wanted fire power because of some dumb video game he’s been playing. I told him it’s lame and it’s not going to attract puss the way he thinks it will- but you know, whatever.”
“See? This is what I’m talking about. I’m literally just asking for you to print something out, and you’re giving him fire powers? That’s it. I quit .”
Rick stopped what he was doing and turned, “Summer, stop it, you sound entitled and pissy. I’ll make your stupid tickets, but you owe me four extra chores next week.”
Summer growled,” I don’t even want to go anymore. Why not make some for precious Morty- who gets whatever he wants.”
Rick rolled his eyes and got back to work,” Okay whatever, you can quit if you want to. And- just so you know- If I treated you like Morty you wouldn’t get that so- what? You don’t like free will?
Another difference between cats and dogs sum-sum, dogs obey their owners- cats have a choice.”
Morty unplugged his headphones,”What? What are you guys talking about? Who’s a dog?” Summer considered this, and when she realized she had been fishing for compliments- she was satisfied.
“Okay fine. Four more chores next week.”
“Deal.”
Summer left, and Rick was already sealing Morty back up.
“ Rick.” Rick wasn't even looking at him,”Rick are you listening? Did you say- did you call me a dog ?”
“Yup. Stop moving around, you're going to tear a stitch.”
“Rick, are you serious? Why would you call me that? I’m like- fully functional and independent. I have, like, missions I go on alone, you know? Like without your so-called ‘ help .’ Would a dog be able to do that?”
“I don’t know Morty. Dogs go grocery shopping- doesn’t mean they’re independent, it means they’re well-trained .”
“I’m not a dog, Rick.” It came out more high pitched then he’d meant for it to.
“Whine more and maybe you’ll change my mind. Don’t be so dramatic- All Morty’s are dogs, and all Ricks are dog trainers. It’s in your nature.
Summer and I- on the other hand- are leaders. She is smarter and more technically skilled than you are.
I definitely wouldn’t trust you with my chores. You’d probably try to stick your dick in my plants and then get eaten by them. Don’t look at me like that-It’s not a bad thing Morty, I definitely wouldn’t have you around if you weren’t- Ugh, what’s with your face ?”
“I’m not a dog Rick. And even if I were- you wouldn’t be my trainer . Plus- I’m way more helpful than Summer. I do so much shit for you!”
“Sure you do buddy, like getting kidnapped and almost destroying the Earth every other episode. Yeah, I definitely don’t save your ass ten times a week. No, no, it’s all you Morty! So talented and smart! Such a good little Morty want a treat ?” Rick talked in sticky sarcasm that made Morty’s ears go red.
“Fuck you Rick. I’m not taking this anymore,” Morty jumped from the table,” I’m leaving- and don’t even think about taking me on any more adventures this week. Ask Summer since she’s so skilled .”
Morty scowled as he dragged himself to the door,
shoulders bunched up.
“Oh is that right Morty?
Morty shot his head back to make one last snarky comment but when he did he was faced with the barrel of a gun.
The gun was large and made of metal and rubber, and pointed directly at Morty’s face.
“What is- Rick what are you doing?”
“Want to prove you're not a dog, Morty?”
“Huh? Will this gun turn me into an animal or something? Or will I be able to talk to dogs? What-what is this?”
“You’re asking too many questions, want to know? I’m not- I have no stakes in this game, I already know I’m right so..” Rick let the gun drop.
Morty grimaced, took the throat of the barrel and pointed it into his forehead,” Shoot the gun, Rick!”
Rick smirked,” Sheesh, we gotta get you to a psychiatrist, Morty. Okay here it goes,”
Rick shot the gun but instead of a bullet or needle, gas hissed out of the barrel- causing Morty to faint onto the ground.
——-
Rick sat at his desk, smirking as he waited for Morty to wake. This was going to be funny as shit.
The gun was actually filled with Nitrous oxide, a sleeping gas, and he’d attached Morty with a red dog style collar that would force him into hypnosis.
His portable camera was gripped carefully in his hands.
When Morty did start to wiggle awake, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, Rick wasted no time.
“Morty, you’re a dog now, and I’m your dog trainer.”
Morty’s eyes went wide, and his body shook mechanically. He got on all fours and stuck out his tongue, turning his attention to Rick.
“Oh yeah, good stuff Morty!” Rick was laughing, and he zoomed in on Morty’s face through his lense.
“Cmhere, Morty.”
Morty crawled towards him happily. Looking up and tilting his head with a playful grumble at Rick's feet.
“Good boy! Lemme see your paw, Morty.” He put his hand out. Morty sat on his knees and lifted one of his hands into Ricks.
“Good boy, now roll over Morty!” Morty did, turning himself on the ground.
“Speak!”
“ Woof !”
Rick almost laughed himself to tears,” Oh my god Morty, you look stupid as shit. I told you you were a dog- look at your stupid- your dumb little face.” He ruffled Morty’s hair playfully, liking the way Morty leaned himself into his hand.
“You’re such a good little puppy, Morty. Want a treat?”
Morty barked, and whimpered, tapping his hands against the floor anxiously.
Rick pulled out a dog biscuit from his lab coat pocket, waving it into the air.
“Want it Morty? Huh boy?”
Morty whined, stretching his body out and bowing to Rick, his bum sticking in the air wagging an invisible tail.
“Oh shit,” Rick scoffed,”want it that bad huh?”
He patted at his lap.
Morty put his hands up on Rick's lap happily, staring at the biscuit. Rick was gentle, rubbing the side of Mortys face, as he pulled a thumb against the bottom of Morty’s chin.
“Open.”
Morty did, tongue sticking out.
When after a moment of hesitation he didn’t get a treat in his mouth, he licked at Rick's wrists softly.
Rick shivered, and he placed the biscuit in Morty’s mouth, allowing him to bounce off his lap and drag his prize across the room to eat it.
Rick knew he should probably turn him back now, take off the collar, show Morty the video as proof and call it a day.
Point proven.
But he didn’t.
Instead he pulled out his flask from his coat pocket and sucked the remains from the bottom.
Morty was coming back, and he began sniffing Rick's shoes and up his legs smelling the remains of biscuit and whatever else Rick had eaten earlier that day- straining his neck trying to get at his crotch.
Rick hissed and shoved Morty’s head back gently,”Woah, nuh-uh Morty. You’re cute, but nonverbal puppies aren’t allowed to sniff my junk- what do you want? Want treats?”
Morty smiled the way a dog would, open mouthed and dripping with admiration.
Rick couldn’t help but dislike it.
It lacked the betrayal that he knew would be present on his Morty's face.
Probably for the best.
He spun his chair around, and dug through a few of his belongings in a bottom cabinet. He pulled out a half filled jar of peanut butter.
Rick grimaced at his own actions.
He told himself he was going to stop soon, just a little more and he’d remove the collar and show Morty the footage. It would be funny. He was just having fun, nothing more.
He scooped out the peanut butter with his index and middle finger and stuck out his hand for Morty. Morty licked at it- placing both his hands over Rick's so he could lap it up better.
Morty’s tongue was small and wet, and he was taking long strokes over Rick's fingers.
Rick took Morty’s face in his hand,
“You like that Morty? Do Grandpa's fingers taste good?”
Morty looked up at him for a moment, just a quick thing, a flicker of eye lashes, before he continued licking- sticking his tongue in between the part of Rick's fingers.
Rick couldn’t help it, it was instinct almost, he held Morty’s head tight and pushed his fingers deep into the warmth.
Morty yelped, uncomfortable, struggling against the intrusion. He bit down onto the pads of Rick's fingers allowing him to taste the peanut butter, and he settled quickly, cleaning it off the large intrusive digits.
Rick pushed himself in and out- wiggling his fingers to feel the soft tissues of the inside of Morty’s mouth.
“ Morty .”
Morty looked up at him again, a quick thing, his cheek stuffed- drool leaking down his chin.Rick flinched, pulling himself out of his grandson's mouth with a ‘ pop .’
“Okay, yeah, nope. Fuck that . That collar is coming off.”
Morty was panting, mouth hanging open.
He was pleading for more, and Rick couldn’t help himself.
He never could.
“I know. That was good huh baby? You’re such a good boy. Grandpas good little puppy, but I gotta take off that collar, okay sweetie?” Morty was wagging his ‘tail’ again.
Just a little bit more couldn't hurt.
“You're being a bad boy, bad little puppy for grandpa. You like how I touch you, huh? Experienced hands Morty, you don’t know about half of the googas I’ve ‘pet.’”
Morty was yelping and pawing at Rick's legs in excitement.
“ You like that Morty? Fuck.You’re so cute Morty, do you-Oh hey - wait -,”
Morty had begun thrusting himself into Rick's leg desperately, whining- tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
“-oh shit .”
Rick felt the pressure on his leg as he thrusted against his shin.
Oh fuck.
Rick watched.
And he knew this was fucked up.What? It isn’t what he’d hoped for. He didn’t think that he would feel anything but humor and pity at the sight of his grandson barking and crawling around on the ground. But this ..
He cursed himself as he snapped Morty out of it. He couldn’t .
“Morty, off. Now.”
Morty obeyed, unhooking himself from Rick and sitting on the ground in front of him. He looked uncomfortable- his crotch tight and noticeably wet. He was crying again.
Goddamn .
“Computer, lock the garage.”
Bolts were sounded, and Rick squatted in front of Morty.
“I’m doing this because you’re being a brat, alright? Trainers have to teach puppies while they’re small, Morty. Not my fault you're being a-that you’re misbehaving.”
He rubbed him, scratching behind his ears and rubbing his neck. Until Morty was lapping at his hand- eyes closed.
Rick withdrew his hand, inching his face closer to Mortys.
Morty’s eyes lit up, he jumped up on Rick and began lapping at his face- pushing him backwards on the floor.
“Morty, relax .” His voice lacked conviction,
So Morty didn’t stop, he was licking at his cheeks and messily making his way to the man’s mouth.
Rick let him.
Morty stuck his tongue into the line that separated his lips, trying to let himself in.
Rick parted them and Morty yipped in delight, allowing his tongue in to explore the new territory.
Morty’s mouth tasted like peanut butter.
“ Fuck , Morty.”
Morty, understanding praise, leaned in further. He stuck himself as deep as he could into the soft wetness that was his trainer's mouth.
Morty was fully on top of Rick- his knees pressing into the older man’s thigh and the space between to his groin.
He grabbed Mortys waist, pressing him down onto himself, causing Morty to release a small grumble of confusion before he started licking again.
Rick hissed at the friction.
He grabbed Morty and pulled him out of his mouth, then just as quickly pulled him back in- pushing his own tongue deep into Morty’s mouth. It was Rick's turn to explore.
His partner's mouth was so small he was nearly gagging on Rick's tongue, and Rick smirked into the kiss before breaking it.
“Damn Morty, didn’t know you could- I always thought you’d be a shitty kisser. But honestly, not bad,” He licked their shared drool from his lips,”you like it heavy on the tongue just like Grandpa, huh puppy?”
Morty kept staring at him with those big brown trusting eyes, “I’m going straight to hell, aren't I Morty?”
Morty yipped.
Rick laughed, dragging his hand down his face,” Yeah, fuck, I know.”
Rick unbuckled his belt with his free hand, Morty's head tilted at the click and he filled Rick's hands.
“Sorry baby, Grandpas having a moment of weakness. Don’t worry I’ll make sure it tastes good okay?”
Morty watched blankly as Rick took himself out of his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear so that made it a tad easier to take his swollen member out of his fly.
“See Morty? This is what bad dogs do to their owners.”
Morty whimpered at being called a bad dog, and shyly, he backed away from Rick.
“ No, no- I mean. Look,” he stroked himself loosely,” you can make it up to me sweetheart.”
Rick reached for the peanut butter.
Goddamn it.
“Look baby, see? It’s a treat. If you want to be a good d-good puppy you gotta lick it all up for grandpa okay?”
Morty whimpered fearfully. The peanut butter smelled good, but he felt unnerved by the mixed signals.
Rick reached out his hand, letting Morty stiff. Morty whined, but hesitantly he leaned in.
It smelled good, and Morty found that it tasted good too.
Eagerly he followed Rick's hand as he pulled it in toward himself.
When he withdrew, Morty lapped at ricks peanut butter laced cock with gusto.
Rick cringed at how good it felt.
While Morty was clumsy, and a little too gentle for Ricks normal tastes, though Rick wasn’t sure which part of it was due to his current state, it didn’t really matter.
It was Morty licking at his dirty dick.
The sight of his bratty big-mouthed grandson sucking his cock with that look in his eyes was enough to send him over the edge.
Damn.
Rick knew he got off on taboo, and he knew that sometimes when the mood was right, when they’d been in a battle or when it was the middle of the night and they were staring at stars together- when he was too sober- he knew what his feelings were toward his grandson.
He tried not to think about it.
It’s hard not to think about it when you turned your grandson into a dog and forced him to lick peanut butter off your cock.
Morty was still giving small innocent licks, and Rick knew he needed more.
“Sorry bud,” Rick reached out his head to grab a fistful of curls and yanked them down onto his length.
Morty’s eyes shot open in alarm,
Rick hissed at- well, everything.
“Oh my god, baby. What the fuck.”
Rick held Morty there as he struggled backwards. When Rick felt pressure on his cock he scowled,” No biting Morty, I’ll put you in a fucking cage.”
Morty looked up at him with wet eyes, and he felt a tinge of guilt for threatening him.
“Sorry, I don’t mean it baby. Don’t look at me like that. And don’t fucking bite me. Baby I need this.”
Morty didn’t bite, but he pulled and struggled hard.
Rick thrusted into the boy, liking how the boy gagged. He liked how small his mouth was, how it curved and spit onto him.
He felt himself throb, how long had it been since he came this quickly? Morty’s tears were leaning down and hitting Rick's stomach.
Ricks dick throbbed .
“I’m about to cum Morty. Sorry baby, but you gotta swallow.”
Rick pushed himself to the back of Morty’s throat, and Rick felt Morty’s throat convulse against him.
He came a lot, he felt it rush down Morty’s throat as he pathetically tried to gulp it all down. There was so much it gushed out the corners of Morty’s mouth and poured out his nose.
Rick pulled himself out, catching his breath.
He felt his stomach bile turn in his stomach.
Morty fell to the floor, limp.
What the fuck had he done.
He unclasped the collar from Morty’s neck.
He issued an apology like a whisper.
He was a worthless piece of shit.
———————-
“Aw man, my throat is sore.”
Morty commented nonchalantly the next morning as he made his way to the couch his Grandpa was occupying. He noticed that his jaw was slack also and his mouth tasted like something salty, he couldn’t exactly pinpoint it.
Weird, but not the weirdest thing to ever happen to him.
“ Okay ? Whatever weird shit you do in your free time is your personal business Morty. Try to keep it that way.”
Morty hummed,” You don’t know anything about it? Maybe it’s because of that mod you were adding to me it doesn’t seem like my fire powers have kicked in, Rick”
“Oh yeah, I didn’t add 'em.’I was taking out some things I stored in your abdomen.”
“Rick?! What the fuck! I told you about doing that! You can’t store things in me like I’m a fucking carrying case!”
Rick shrugged and low enough so Morty didn’t hear him over his rant mumbled,
”Definitely not the worst thing I’ve ever ‘stored in you’ .”
He’d tried to make it the last time.
No promises.
END.