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It was so easy to fall into a routine, so easy. Laze around all day, watch the security footage of way too many high-definition camera feeds, get fucked until your eyes crossed, sleep curled up against a too warm chest, rinse and repeat.
It quickly got boring, though, locked away on a space craft floating in such vast emptiness that the windows looking outward displayed nothing of interest to your slowly vegetating mind. Rick Prime did not let you leave the station, only allowing you free range of the ship (especially after your little stunt with the finite curve exploration- you sweat a little at the reminder) under the scrutiny of the camera’s following your every move- literally tracking your movements.
This wasn’t an unusual treatment, from what you understand of your role in every Rick variant’s lifestyle, however as the Prime’s boy, you were expecting more inclusion in his adventures.
And so, you wandered, exploring the station in the hopes of getting your hands on something that would allow you even an ounce of leash loosening the Prime had you hooked onto. You finally sat upon the glass top screen inside a lab of less importance, flicking through hard copies- something hard won as a normal printer was extremely hard to come by on a very innovative genius’ ship- of what looked to be calculations for a weapon prototype.
“Damn, didn’t know I was fuckin’ a tree-murderer, where’d you even find paper?” A voice carried from the entry point of the lab, although looking up gave you nothing to actually look at. You finally looked up to see a red laser dot focusing directly at you, you huffed in amusement at your stalker over the security system.
“You had some stock left in the depths of some cabinet, wanted something I could touch and feel instead of all this cold hard glass. Startin’ to feel like a Sea-World animal,” you looked back down at the documents in your hands, flipping through the mess of computer drawn equations that scatter the pages.
“Wasn’t aware Rick boys could do advanced math.” Finally, the voice carried from the entry with the added sound of the doors whooshing open, booted footsteps prowling towards your laxed figure atop his tech.
You ignored his commentary, continuing your mental exploration of wave differentials and advanced quantum physics, eventually settling your eyes on an equation equating wavelengths and extremely small particles, something you figured had to do with quantum erasure- a feat heavily experimental and otherwise impossible to prove.
Well, impossible for everyone but Rick Prime.
Hands smoothed up bare thighs, fingertips digging into muscle before you could smell the natural musk of what could only be described as Rick, tinged with the scent of blaster plasma and metallic technology buzzing with unused energy under the graying skin of the genius. “Mmm, looking over my Omega-device logistics. I miss anything?” You finally chanced a glance up at his looming figure, eyes glinting with mischief and sarcasm, mouth fighting a smirk you couldn’t actually contain.
“Yeah, you fucked up your differentiation here,” you pointed at what looked like a sloppy rendition of Schrodinger’s 3D wave equation, having to squint yourself just to make out all the components of the expression.
“The fuck I did-“ Rick ripped the papers from your hands, flicking panicked eyes over his own work before fixing you with a horrible glare you couldn’t help by bark out laughter at. “You fucking-“ papers were flung away into a mimic of fallen leaves; your laughter being swallowed entirely by the man shoving you into the glass top with a fury being burned into your lips. You groaned into the kiss, absolutely loving the attention the man couldn’t seem to restrain himself from spoiling you with.
“W-wait- Rick-!” The Prime continued his assault across your stubbled jaw and hallow of your throat, sucking deep marks into the paling skin of your neck before finally ripping away from you to glare down at your interruption- eyes lidded in a raging lust he was barely restraining his indulgence from.
“Fuck do you want? I don’t fuck you good enough?” You scrambled to pull yourself upright, hands looping to grip into the hairs at the nape of the older man’s neck, keeping him close to you while you struggled to formulate a proper sentence.
“No, no, nothing like that! Just wanted to ask you something-!” Lips grazed over your bare collarbone, forcing a gasping pause in your speech before you continued. “W-wanted- wanted to ask if I c-could, go with you on your next trip!” You panted out in one breath, blood running cold at the frozen mouth on your shoulder. “You want to go leave the ship.” Leave me, the unspoken words held a weight you weren’t expecting.
“L-like, go with you on a trip. Please? I love it here but sometimes I just get so lonely, and I just miss solid ground and nature-“ Rick Prime pulled away from your body, standing to his full height and fixing you with a look you couldn’t quite decipher. “You’re bored. And you want out.” The older man said slowly and deliberately, hands digging just that much more into the muscle of your quads, doing what looked like mental gymnastics in order to fully understand your desires.
“Wait, Rick, not like that, I just wanna see the universe with you! Not just, yaknow, stay here every second of everyday. Get some fresh air?” You were just digging a deeper hole, but at this point, you were trying your damndest to make sure Rick Prime wasn’t under the assumption that you were asking to leave him.
“This a ploy to get back with C-137?” You mentally screamed as those words left his lips. Smartest man in the universe, dumbest conclusion jumping. “Fuck no! I’m just asking to go with you wherever you go! Doesn’t even have to be a crazy adventure, just something!” You were raising your voice, desperate to make him see reason with your request- something you should’ve figure would never happen with the Rickest Rick- the most paranoid of them all.
“Rick, listen-“ “No, fuck you, listen to me, if you didn’t wanna be here, fuckin’ fine, leave for all I fucking care, get killed, go back to C-137, fuck this.” The older man spun on his heel, beginning his trek back to the front of the lab, mumbling some shit about attachment followed by other vulgarities you were too stunned to make sense of.
“What the fuck just happened?”
Following the argument, you spent days, fucking days, figuring out a way to make the older man see reason. The added sleeping in a giant bed all alone also did wonders for you soul bond- meaning you were wracked with chills and fever-like symptoms you could not for the life of your get rid of. It’s as if the soul bond was revolting against the idea of being ignored by its partner. You seconded that sentiment. Rick’s and their fuckass stubbornness.
You eventually decided to say ‘fuck it’ and commit to the leaving scheme your Rick was under the assumption of, packing a bag and any necessary weaponry the Prime had excessive inventory of before announcing your department from the ship loudly for any and all security devices to catch. Snagging the fob for an escape pod, you turned your attentions with a reluctant heart and dropped coordinates to a planet you were vaguely familiar with from previous Rick adventures.
After such a long period of time staying stagnant in a spacecraft with nothing more than sci-fi fluorescence and cold hard glass and metal, it was a much-needed vacation for your mental sanity- touching down onto a planet within the same universe, for safety and easy tracking, that contained nothing but lush gardens and perfect weather. Only you weren’t quite aware of the change in leadership of the observing predator on this planet.
Camping, while a skill not natural, was a blessed learned skill from an otherwise useless Jerry. A tent propped to perfection, wood chopped and dried for a fire for warmth and roasting, and plenty of creature comforts to last you what you assumed to be long enough before Rick made his mental turn around.
You were finally getting a small taste of the natural world- partially free of captors- and a soul bond learning to accept the sudden independence from its partner. You gave a great breath of relaxation at the change in scenery.
For the following two days you worked at simple survival- living off the land, fishing for food, and enjoying the fresh water and bone-warming sunshine you had been previously deprived of on that spacecraft. You were content in the chosen stillness.
However, this didn’t last- raiders came in the cover of night, drugging you into a stupor and dragging you and your important belongings far from your campsite and dragging you off into the depths of the forest and north, deep into the foothills of the mountains and further into the caves swallowed into darkness.
You eventually came to, arms and legs stiffened behind you in what you could only assume to be a hog-tie, sloppily done if you were asked, eyes flickering in a scanning pattern to find some clarity in the oppressive darkness. You yelped with large, calloused hands tugged you by bound arms backwards, flinching once more when a bright crystal was shown into your dilated pupils. Suddenly you were privy to the world around you, the crystal illuminating way too much way too fast, eyes going berserk trying to calibrate their surroundings.
“Where the fuck am I?” Vulgarity spat out of your mouth, finally glaring up into the face of what you could only describe as something of orc-descent- tusks dropping farther down their fatty chests, noses upturned like a pig, large and grotesquely curled horns sprouting from their forehead and curling back like a ram.
You gagged at the stench their wafted.
Just your luck, they also didn’t speak in a language you could decipher- speaking in ugly grunts and groans that hurt your ears and made your stomach revolt. It wasn’t until clawed hands manhandled your bound body did your mouth open once more to spew loud protests- all of which fell on deaf ears.
You were mounted onto a pedestal, thighs parting over a saddle-esque seat while your upper half dangled from the hip over a slanted platform. You struggled and arche and bucked for nothing more than a beating across your face to reward you for your troubles. It wasn’t until you felt the tear of your camo’s along the seam of the seat did your fight turn savage and desperate, up until a voice seemed to echo from the depths of the shadows at the back of the cave, words you were slowly beginning to understand entering your hearing and easing your mad-fight for freedom- a reoccurring fight, it seemed.
“Fear not, Rick boy, we do not wish to bring you harm.” The voice, sounding as though two stones were grating against each other, spoke to you. “Your kind simply has a unique talent for something we desire.” You shook your head in confusion, “what talent?” A hand, equally as calloused but trimmed and gentle, drew a path from the small of your back to the ripped seem of your pants, tugging an asscheek to the side to, what you could only assumed given the context of parting someone’s ass, take a gander at the offerings displayed. You fought the urge to buck your hips to fight the hand off, unsure of that what that action would mean for your future.
“See, under special conditions, Rick boys are capable of continuing populations. Something only our ancestors had been fruitful with. Our numbers are dwindling, and to assume our continued reign over this planet we need a, what do your kind call it? Ah, yes, a broodmare, to assist in our continued strength.” You sighed in exasperation, of course you couldn’t just go fucking camping in the woods on a planet without being used for something in line with your Rick-given abilities.
“You’re not gonna get me fucking pregnant, dude. Never had a uterus, never will.” You cast a glare backwards towards the general vicinity of the creature holding your partially covered ass open, indignant that the possibility was not there. “Ah, you misunderstand, it doesn’t matter if a boy has the parts necessary, they can still birth heirs when bred under the right conditions.”
You froze at the implication. “What the fuck does that mean?” A hand gripped into your hair suddenly, jerking your head up and back to press a bowl of heavily fragrant herbs into the direct path of your air flow, forcing you to inhale and choke on the cloying scent of overstimulating scents.
You coughed and gagged as you were released from the clawed hold, head being dropped painfully onto the slopping platform under you, leaving you helpless to the sudden heated tingle spreading from your nasal cavity, down the back of your throat, and into your bloodstream. You bucked your hips violently, suddenly fighting the sweltering feeling drugging your limbs and swirling into a sudden emptiness at the very center of your being- your soul bond howling for something you couldn’t quite place.
You panted and arched and sweated with all your might to try and back out of the sudden heat searing the very nerve endings you couldn’t escape from. Howling and pleading and begging seemed to fall on more deaf ears as your felt the remains of your clothes get cut and torn off your being, leaving you shaking and pressing deeper into the platform in the hopes it would open up and swallow you, only to buck your hips hard at the immense pressure that ricocheted through your body as your suddenly fattening prick pushed into the saddle structure.
You heard mumbling and chanting from all around you suddenly, the burning feeling in your gut twisting and cramping until the only thing you could do was pant and clench your abdominals to fend off the pain. It wasn’t until you felt clawed tips pressing into your skin did you finally hear the sudden high-pitched echo of plasma blasts being let off inside the cave. Your head bowed until your forehead touched the cool stone under you, relief soothing very minor flames lapping at your skin from the inside. Your Rick was finally here.
The awful groans and thick screams of the orcs around you eventually fell into blessed silence, the only sounds being of your whining gasps and the shuffled of your bound body writhing over the platform.
You sobbed in utter relief, soul brightening to a blinding sun within you, as refreshingly cold, calloused hands smoothed over your lower back and up to settle on the tensed muscles of your nape.
“Shh, you’re okay, I’ll take care of you, pretty baby.” The sharp sound of blade slicing easily through the bindings around your ankles was followed by a howling moan, legs dropping to fully straddle the saddle, only to further provide horribly delicious pressure to your throbbing prick.
“Fuck, looks like they gave you an aphrodisiac, lemme find that shit and figure out what they gave you, looks like a nasty one.” The older man mumbled as he rifled through the remains of the orcs surrounding your sacrificial offerings, letting out the most pitiful whine whenever the man removed his cool hands from your over-heated flesh. “Ah-ha, found it, okay, scanning, scanning, oof- yikes, looks like they fucked your system up good, huh, baby?” Your practically purred when those cold hands finally smoothed down the tense muscles of your lower back and ass cheeks.
“Fuckkk, look at that sloppy lil hole- sorry, bad time for that, I’m still fucking pissed at you for leaving me.” Yet the words seemed to float around your head with zero weight to them, simply moaning in pure delight at the thumbs hooking into the clenching rim of your hole and pulling it deliciously apart to get a better look at its desperate attempt to suck him in.
“You’re fuckin’ dripping, that aphro must’ve forced your body into actin like a pussy, fuck, yea- clench that lil hole for me.” You sobbed in utter degrading pleasure as you felt a curious finger trail after what you could only imagine to be a slick substance leaking from your hole, shivering as the finger trailed back up to pressure two fingers into your ass and pull down, earning a wet cry as your wet ass was gaped with zero warning.
“Gonna fill this lil hole, sweetheart, gonna get it even sloppier.” You whined your agreement, forehead rocking forward and backward on the cool stone, hips bucking backwards to try and suck in those teasing fingers deeper into your depths.
“Gonna fuckin’ breed this lil cunt.”
The words were followed by three fingers pushing deep into your, shocking your entire burning nervous system into overdrive, the sudden onslaught fully lifting your chest off the slope, head throwing itself back with a high-pitched scream from the depths of your lungs.
You shoved your hips back, dick digging painfully into the saddle, hole clamping tight to try and keep in the fingers fucking into you. The dual stimulation was suddenly too much for your melting senses, your entire body shaking apart with a howling whine as you slumped into the cool relief of the stone platform under you, feeling the sticky wetness from both your leaking prick and ass puddle under you.
“Fuck fuck fuck, that’s it, pretty baby, such a good boy for me, cum all you want.” The soothing growl of the man behind you left your shaking as your orgasm immediately drove into severe overstimulation, only to pick back up into an even worse wave of pure heat and swirling emptiness.
“N-need- Rickkk, p-ple-please ah-!” You couldn’t even get words out, brain so far offline and body mindless to the heat absorbing its every nerve ending, you could only shove your hips back harder in an attempt to get more from the fingers that were not nearly deep enough within you to satisfy the aching emptiness you desperately needed filled.
“What, baby, whaddya need? Need more fingers? Need my fist? My dick? Speak up, sweetheart.” The teasing was not necessary and purely unfair to your frustrated needs, earning a high pitched whine for his troubles, before you finally took matters into your own horny hands and bore down over his three fingers, shoving your hips back until your felt the bony knuckles above his palm hit your rim, only stopping when your finally felt the stretch of a wide palm and the outstretched thumb against your rim. The long drawn-out curse from the older man also proved to stroke a desire to please deep within your hindbrain.
“Fuckkk, need my fist, huh, baby, goddamn, you’re so fucking wet, bet I could just slip my whole forearm in there.” The thought drug a filthy moan from the base of your vocal cords, hips grinding a dirty rotation, pressing harder against your still throbbing prick. “Yeah? You wanna be filled to the brim?” You nodded absently, not able to use your arms to make it happen yourself with their still bound predicament.
Suddenly, you felt the pressure of Rick’s thumb knuckle pressing into your rim, your body instinctively relaxing to absorb the added stretch inside your hungry hole. Your thighs tensed, lower back arching aggressively as the sudden pressure into your prostate deep within you along with the added grinding of your dick into the saddle left your orgasm being ripped from your lower belly and further into the mess you were laying in. You practically were sobbing with relief with the constant clenching of your greedy hole around the stretch of something hard and plunging filled that aching emptiness that was slowly being satiated.
You sagged uselessly against the cool stone, fighting to catch a breath that wasn’t recycled warm air from your overexerted body. The fist buried deep within you stilled for a moment, allowing a small reprieve from the excessive pleasure frying your nerves. “Feelin’ better, baby?” The soothing rasp of a lust-filled growl pooled into the depths of your hindbrain and fed the burning warmth your soul bond was burning brightly with. You could only nod breathlessly, no longer able to feel your arms or your legs, different reasons for numbness yet leaving a pleasant tingle to curl like a hug inside your lower belly. That chasm of emptiness finally providing an answering call to its true desires.
“Mm- ‘ick, w-wan’ your dick-“ you slurred into the platform under you, words you highly doubted Rick could hear, yet a huff of laughter left him before you felt the shifting of the hand deep in your guts, your hole clenching tightly around the back of his lower forearm- not yet ready to let go. “If I can’t have my hand back, Imma just fuck you with it in there.” The filthy heat that burned through you left you moaning high and clenching even tighter around his hand, earning another bark of laughter before you felt cool fingers pressing into your left ass cheek, pulling is aside to stretch the gaped hole around his fist.
“You can take two dicks, you can take my fist and dick, baby, just relax for me, there ya go, good boy.” The praise left your breathless and curling inward to grind your still hard dick into the stone under you, gasping at the dual pleasure of your rim being stretch by hooking fingers and a fist being dug into your overwhelmed prostate. Rick shushed you gently from behind, tugging your rim to the side and plunging his fist in and out a bit to get the wetness gushing from you to spread a bit more around where he was fucking you.
You eventually felt the blunt head of one of your favorite parts, mind blanking and hips grinding back to try and get him in faster, earning a gripping hand to press into your lower back to hold your seeking body down until he could press in alongside his lodged fist. The drawn-out moan you let out was like a gunshot to the echoes it bounced down the cave systems, loud and forced from your lips with little build up. Feeling the awkward angle Rick’s wrist bent at to allow his hips space to press into your ass left you panting and tensing with the added burning stretch of your rim- something your amazed hasn’t ripped.
You moaned weakly into the stone as your body shook out a small orgasm from all the stimuli going on in your lower half, hole clenching tightly around the double stuffing of flesh inside it. The mess under you having begun to leak over the saddle and onto the cave ground, a filthy dripping down echoing into the depths of the cave.
Rick groaned loudly when he finally bottomed out inside you, his dick a burning sear along your greedy, overly slick insides. Your brows pinched together in pure ecstasy at finally being whole, that empty feeling little more than a greedy pit needing only just a bit more from your soul-partner to be satiated.
“Fuckkk, look at this greedy lil hole, so fucking perfect, gonna breed you, honey, gonna make fill this pretty pussy and get it all sloppy with my cum, fuck-fuckkk” Rick panted into the warm air of the cave, jerking his hips forward and backward in awkward thrusts that punched every thought and word out of your body and mind. You could only make sound effect that perfectly described the lust-filled wholesomeness of Rick finally being entirely absorbed within your greedy little hole. The degrading words for your hole making the heat swirling within your loins flare just that bit brighter, bring just that extra bit higher into bliss.
The sawing motion of Rick’s hip left your cheeks bouncing in dirty a ripple, fist relatively stationary within you, yet forcing such an extreme gape you shivered every time your clenched and dug your dick into the saddle with every push of Rick’s hips into your hole. The filthy groan the older man let out filled your excessively warm body with another wave of heat, slick gushing just that much more into the mess sticking to your thighs and stomach.
“P-please, fuu-uck, please-! Mm-“ You cried out as the older man plunged harder into you, hips arching upward to better receive everything Rick had to offer you, a whine building in the back of your throat in sync with the building pressure deep in your pelvis.
The precipice of your orgasm rode high along your spine and into your bunching shoulders, raising the hairs along your limbs and nape, every clench of your gaped hole sending body shaking shivers through every nerve ending, forehead pressing hard into the stone under you as your body clenched up tight in preparation for the burst of pure ecstasy. You finally were able to make out the words pouring from the vulgar mouth of Rick Prime, hearing bits of praise and degradation that had shocks of white bursting behind your eyelids.
Suddenly, the fist within you ripped from your body, you hole clenching down brutally onto the dick still spearing into your depths, a scream forcing itself form the base of your lungs and into the depths of the cave, pleasure bursting into a wildfire along every portion of your body, inside and out. Tears poured from the corners of your eyes, neck straining your head upwards as you arched painfully into the horribly intense orgasm this older man forced you over the edge and submerged you into the deep end of.
Legs kicking, body jumping with the continued onslaught of nerve overstimulation as the older man behind you continued his destruction of your hole, you fully sobbed with every plunge into your depths. The mess under you was disgustingly warm and thick against your still clenching abdominals, shivers wracking your body with an intensity the cold couldn’t even bring. Everything burned and yet that emptiness inside you was growing into an abyss you felt would never close.
“Fucking christ, gonna cum so hard, fuck baby, you did so well, gonna fill you up and breed you properly, such a good fucking boy-“ the ramble to praise continued until a sudden moan of pure bliss echoed with your high-pitched whines and panting breaths. The feeling of sudden burning heat within the depths of your hole brought about a whole other orgasm, your body jerking violently as your body was forced into an extension of your previous ecstasy, mouth gaped as wide as your ass, forehead scrapping harshly against the stone.
You had never felt such bliss. Your body and soul sang with the alignment of two soul partners finally coming together wholly, you could only imagine the intensity of the orgasm Rick had experienced to have left a small pudge in your lower belly form the sheer quantity of cum he pumped you full of. The gaping chasm of emptiness slammed shut entirely, overridden with such a full feeling, a wholesomeness, that you hadn’t realized hadn’t been there before this very moment.
“I’m sorry I overreacted.” The four words that left Rick’s mouth had your face tiredly brightening into a small grin. “I’ll forgive you if you untie my hands.” The tingling feeling rushed into your dropping limbs, painful pins and needles that warmed fingers began massaging out with their assistance in putting them beside you on the sloped platform.
“I’m sorry I left.” You murmured quietly to the man leaning over you, relishing in the firm hands digging in and smoothing out the soreness from your worn-out shoulders and traps. Every shift of his body rocked his dick around in your loose ass, yet you couldn’t help but purr in a bliss better than an orgasm at the implication he didn’t want to leave your accepting warmth. “Knew you’d turn up, though,” you sassed the man a bit, needing him to understand your original desires of travelling with him, being with him. C-137 wasn’t even a thought process in your need for planetary travels, hasn’t been since he removed himself from the equation one night post threesome haze.
“Fuck off, you’re an idiot and shouldn’t have left in the first place. It’s not safe.” The older man grunted back at you, pressing his face into the back of your hair, inhaling deeply and pressing a hard kiss into your skull before backing off and pulling your upper body with him, being careful to pull you up and away from the mess you had created. You both made a sad noise at the feeling of Rick’s dick slipping out of you yet were soothed by the need for closeness Rick seemed to be overcome with- his arms wrapping tightly around your middle and pulling you up and off the saddle entirely.
Your knees buckled out from under you upon placement on the cave floor, Rick gently coming with you to let you kneel on the ground while the remaining weakness of your limbs rushed through and out of you. “Still feeling weird from those aphros?” Rick asked carefully, hooking his chin over your shoulder too peek down at your finally uncovered lower body, taking stock of your appearance and physical wellbeing. You shook your head, letting your head fall back onto the broad shoulder- still clothed by an iconic leather jacket- effectively relaxing into the warmth the older man always seemed to carry close to his core.
“No, just ready to go home.” Home with you. The words hung in the air, warmed from the activities that had just occurred, yet no longer tense and thick with overwhelming need, just the wafting of softening bliss. “When we get back I’ll run a few tests to make sure the drugs have run their course through your system, then after we get some rest-“ the word pierced an arrow of adoration through your pumping heart- “we can plan a trip, I need to make a stop by an old friend to get some extra material to my particle accelerator…” the rest of his monologue was lost on you, eyes closing in satiated ecstasy at just having your Rick back as an improved human- a Rick not wanting to lose the only person he was fortunate to still hold onto from his universe.
It wasn’t until blood tests were run that Rick came back, frantic, eyes searching deep into your own as your own increasing anxiety began to skyrocket at what the test results had brought back.
“The fuck you mean you got me pregnant?!”