
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/12264837.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty, Pocket_Mortys
  Relationship:
      Cop_Rick/Morty_Smith, Cop_Rick/Cop_Morty, Morty_Smith/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rookie_Cop_Rick_(Rick_and_Morty), Cop_Morty_(Rick_and_Morty), Super
      Unicorn_Morty_(Pocket_Mortys), Master_Morty_(Pocket_Mortys), Cup_Morty_
      (Pocket_Mortys), Three_Eyed_Morty_(Pocket_Mortys), Exo-Alpha_Morty_
      (Pocket_Mortys), Phantom_Morty_(Pocket_Mortys), Goo_Morty_(Pocket_Mortys)
  Additional Tags:
      Trans_Rick, Sub_Rick, Dom_Morty, Hypnotism, Aphrodisiacs, Unconscious
      Sex, Dubious_Consent, Cream_Pie, Urination, Forced_to_Drink_Piss, Biting,
      Hickies, Citadel_of_Ricks, Spanking, Incest, Deep_throat, selfcest, Group
      Sex, Violence, Minor_Character_Death, Inhuman_Genitalia, Possession, Plot
      What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Porn_With_Plot, there's_both
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-04 Updated: 2017-10-11 Chapters: 6/31 Words: 11663
****** Cop Rick Loves Mortys - Kinktober 2017 ******
by longlivethecitadel
Summary
     In a universe where Cop Morty didn't die, Cop Rick and Morty have
     their own kinky adventures on the Citadel. Rick tries to save
     Morties, Morty tries to steer his partner in the right direction.
     The two slowly become aware there's a strange pattern of sexual
     circumstances they continually seem to be caught up in. Cop Morty
     starts to grow bitter over it.
     -
     A Kinktober with a coherent story.
     Tags updated as the story updates. Only tagging characters that are
     included in sexual activities/major plot points.
Notes
     This might not be updated regularly or on time. I'm going to try, but
     no promises! I'm also doing this to learn how to limit my word count
     and hopefully curb my tendency towards accidental repitition.
     A Kinktober done at the request of a friend. Cop Rick is a trans man
     through this.
     Here's the kink list so you can skip kinks you might not be
     interested in with ctrl+f/chapter selection.
     1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs
     2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)
     3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)
     4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging
     5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap
     6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)
     7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing
     8. Latex | Roleplay | Deep-Throating/Face-Sitting
     9. Asphyxiation | Lingerie | Frottage
     10. Edgeplay | Gun Play | Fucking Machine
     11. Sadism/Masochism | Orgasm Denial | Gags
     12. Master/Slave | Tentacles | Hand-jobs
     13. Medical play | Rimming | Titfucking
     14. Sensory Deprivation | Role Reversal | Incest
     15. Sounding | Object Insertion | Lapdances
     16. Waxplay | Pegging | Masks
     17. Blood/Gore | Costume | Massage
     18. Daddy | Leather | Masturbation
     19. Prostitution/Sex Work | Olfactophilia (Scent) | Nipple Play
     20. Pet Play | Feet | Threesome (or more)
     21. Double (Or more) Penetration | Impact Play | Shower/Bath
     22. Glory hole | Collaring | Scars
     23. Shibari | Corset | Against a wall
     24. Exhibitionism/Voyeurism | Fisting | Sixty-nine
     25. Boot worship | Suspension | Smiles/Laughter
     26. Shotgunning | Mirror Sex | Stockings/Tights/Pantyhose
     27. Branding | Temperature Play | Stripping/Striptease
     28. Xenophilia | Tickling | Swallowing
     29. Omorashi | Dacryphilia (Crying) | Overstimulation
     30. Toys | Emeto | Cunnilingus
     31. Any combo of the above.
***** Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs *****
Chapter Summary
     Cop Morty lets Cop Rick go it alone, expecting he can handle a simple
     collection job on his own. When a Super Unicorn Morty hypnotizes Cop
     Rick and fucks him, it turns out he can't handle the job on his own.
     Cop Morty punishes Cop Rick for not listening to him.
"I'm waiting in the car," Cop Morty flipped through a news dashboard on his
personal phone, opting to read through Citadel news instead of bothering with
this job. "It's just a quick in and out, take the money he hands you and come
right back out. Let's not have another Creepy Morty incident, alright?"
Cop Rick's partner clearly sounded annoyed, but the Rookie only frowned in
guilt and concern. He'd almost lost his partner that day, he didn't want to
lose any other Mortys if he could help it. "I can handle this, don't worry
about it," he responded as he opened the car door and stepped out.
"I wasn't worried."
Cop Morty paused, then spoke again, "Rick?"
He turned to the sound of his name, stopping himself from shutting the door
just yet, "What's up, sir?"
"The guy in there is what we call a 'Super Unicorn Morty,' they act friendly
but can turn nasty at the snap of a finger," Morty barely even side eyed his
partner as he spoke, "One wrong move and you could be skewered before you even
know what happened."
He paused again, thumbing through some more news articles.
"So be careful," he punctuated, finished speaking.
"Like I said, sir, don't worry about it," Cop Rick said as he closed the door.
But he appreciated the warning, it was nice to know what he was getting into.
Nice to have some guidance from his partner, even if he didn't fully agree with
what was going on.
He approached the building they had parked in front of, a dark warehouse of
sorts located far in the depths of Morty Town. It looked run down and
definitely unsafe, prompting Cop Rick to keep his hand on his gun holster just
in case as he entered the door.
When he got inside, it certainly wasn't anything like he had expected.
Compared to the outside of the building, the inside looked like a mini
paradise. There were trees, trees! Enough to make it feel like a miniature
forest in here. Flowers, mushroom rings, and grass all lined the ground where a
floor should have been. Butterflies flew up and greeted Cop Rick, and he stared
at them in disbelief. Moving forward, he followed what seemed to be a small
creek, passing by a couple of Fawn Morty who bounded away, hiding behind trees
where they could watch him with glowing eyes.
Cop Rick wasn't sure whether to feel calm in this serene place, or feel
unnerved. He certainly felt a mix of both as he reached the end of the creek
where it met a small pond of water. Pouring into the pond was a miniature
waterfall, to which the Rookie incredulously rubbed his eyes. No, he wasn't
hallucinating any of this. Not even the overly buff Morty that laid sprawled
out over a jutting rock in the water, chin in his hands with his legs kicking
in the air. Rick could have sworn this Morty winked at him.
"Ah, here for your weekly due?" the Morty's voice was soft, sing-song in a way
that was enchanting.
Cop Rick nodded slowly, then shook his head, "Look, you don't have to do this,
you know. You don't have to live this kind of life, paying up to the cops that
run this place." Rick was brave to be outright about his stance on everything,
but his partner wasn't here right now.
Suddenly, he felt himself pulled forward by an invisible force, the Morty's
horn glowing brightly.
"Aw, you must be new around here. I'm in paradise sweetheart, I like my set
up," the Morty wrapped one arm around the Cop's waist, the other running
knuckles softly down the Rick's cheek. Cop Rick, feeling suddenly far too close
for comfort, reached for his gun nervously. He didn't want to be skewered, what
an awful way to go. Unicorn Morty didn't let him get far. He held onto the
Rick's cheek as he tilted his head and pressed their lips together, breathing
something into the Rookie's mouth that felt warm and filled his lungs with a
tingling sensation.
When the Morty pulled away, Cop Rick was drooling like a fool. He almost felt
like he was left.. wanting more. A bizarre feeling, as he'd never even been
kissed by a Morty previously, certainly he wasn't attracted to one.. was he?
That couldn't be right.
"You Ricks all think we Mortys need you, when really, it seems you need me
sweetie," Unicorn Morty giggled.
Cop Rick wasn't sure why he did until the Morty's hand was in his pants and
running a finger between his wet slit. Oh fuck, when did he get so wet? Jesus
he was almost painfully turned on, and the Cop couldn't resist grinding up into
the Morty's hand, dissolving into a whimpering mess. "S-shit, I need you, I n-
need you.. to fuck me," Cop Rick slapped a hand over his own mouth. Why did he
just say that?
It wasn't untrue either, suddenly Cop Rick felt enraptured by this Morty, and
felt hornier than he'd ever thought possible.
Super Unicorn Morty let go of Rick and watched as the old man, helpless to his
own needs now, dropped to his hands and knees and stuck his ass up in the air
towards the Morty. He desperately begged to be relieved of this arousal.
"I know you need me, everyone does," and the Morty, snide as he was, still
complied and dropped to his knees behind the Rick. It was impressive how
quickly he had both of their pants down, Cop Rick's pussy free of those
restraining pants, feeling a bit naked and cold. It dripped down his leg,
betrayed him with intense arousal despite just whose dick was pushing at his
entrance.
When the Unicorn Morty slid his dick into Cop Rick's pussy, Rick swore he was
seeing sparkles in his eyes. It felt so damn good he was shoving his ass back
into the Morty's dick. It was a pretty thick cock, especially for someone who
was normally considered his grandson. His walls stretched to accommodate the
large size, with any sort of pain that should have occurred being replaced with
pure pleasure.
The Morty grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed as he started pumping into the
Cop, driving his full length into the scrawny Rick and really showing off the
power in those oversized muscles with each thrust forward. It drove Cop Rick's
face into the grassy floor and made him beg for more, "H-harder! Come on U-u-
unicorn Morty, fuck me harder!" God what was he saying?
"Call me Stardust Harmony when you moan my name, sweetie!" Super Unicorn Morty
curled his body over top of Cop Rick's, hands caressing the old man's chest,
feeling over the uniform. A hand traveled down Rick's stomach and slid between
his legs.
"O-ohh, Stardust Harmony!" Cop Rick groaned as he felt strong fingers massaging
his aching clit. His eyes grew heavy the more pleasure overtook every corner of
his mind. He closed his eyes, letting himself be consumed by it all, conscious
thought slowly draining from him as the Morty filled his insides with the dick
he so fiercely needed. It was a magical experience, quite literally. The
Unicorn hypnotizing him into a spellbinding trance that slowly lulled him into
a comatose state.
Cop Rick was out, completely out.
The magic was broken when he was awoken by the feeling of being dragged by the
arm. Dazed still, he opened his eyes. In front of him, he watched Stardust
Harm- er, Super Unicorn Morty get further and further away, saying goodbye with
another wink and the blow of a kiss. Above him, holding onto his arm and
dragging Rick with impressive strength was his partner, money in hand and an
aggravated expression on his face.
Cop Morty dragged his partner all the way out of the building, Cop Rick not
even fighting it, still very confused. He found himself thrown onto the
concrete of the sidewalk outside, watching his partner get back into the cop
car.
"Get your ass over here, Rookie!" Cop Morty commanded, and Cop Rick quietly
complied, frowning a bit as he walked over to the driver's side door.
Still so out of it, he hadn't realized his pants were still down until Cop
Morty was yanking him down over his lap in the car seat and smacking Rick's ass
over and over again. It was a steady rhythm, painful as Morty increased
intensity and roughness with each spank. Cop Rick yelped and grabbed onto
whatever he could, the seat, Morty's leg, the dashboard.
"God. Dammit. Rick. I. Told. You. To. Be. Careful." Cop Morty punctuated each
word with a smack to Cop Rick's ass, only stopping when both cheeks were red
and sore, handprints left neatly on Rick's skin.
When finally freed, the Rookie crawled over his partner and into his own seat,
quickly shuffling into his pants. "Jesus, Morty, come on! I don't even know
what happened in there, one minute we were just talking and the next.." Cop
Rick looked down at his own hands, fingers curling with his own mild disgust
with himself. How could he lose control of himself like that?
"Remember when I said don't think about it?" Cop Morty pinched the bridge of
his nose, slamming his car door shut. He sighed before speaking again, "Super
Unicorn Morty are.. 'blessed' with unicorn magic, they can hypnotize you into
doing things you don't even want to do. He basically used a super powered
aphrodisiac on your dumb ass, Rick."
"Oh."
"Yeah, now you know why we need to keep this deal going with him."
***** Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture) *****
Chapter Summary
     Cop Rick and Cop Morty go under cover and sneak into Master Morty's
     mansion on the Citadel in an attempt to make an arrest. When the two
     get separated and Cop Rick realizes he's now a participant in this
     bizarre sex party, he contemplates whether or not he enjoys Mortys
     forcing him to do weird things, like say.. drink piss out of another
     Morty.
Chapter Notes
     Honestly it's only going to get weirder from here.
     I took one of the kinks very literally.
Cop Rick and Morty smoothly walked up the stairs of a mansion-like structure
built on one of the Citadel's fields, isolated from other buildings. Adorned in
civilian clothing, they were under cover, following a group of party going
Mortys and Ricks through the door. The group carried alcohol and bags of what
the duo assumed to be drugs inside, cheering and laughing as they went.

When they entered they were greeted by a couple of Maid Mortys who curtsied to
the guests. "Here for the party?" they spoke in unison, to which the crowd
responded "Yeah!"
One of the Maids stepped forward, extending his arm out towards a table covered
in various bottles of alcohol, "Master Morty will be here shortly, p-please set
your alcohol on the table and join the rest of the attendees."

Cop Rick and Morty looked at each other, 'Master Morty?' written in both of
their eyes. Rick was not calling him that, there was definitely a line he drew.


When the crowd, hooting and hollering, began placing their alcohol on the
table, Cop Rick pulled a bottle of booze from his civilian lab coat and set it
with the rest. They all followed the sound of music in the air into a much
larger area filled with people. The Maid Mortys shut the doors behind them, to
which Cop Rick turned, a bit startled. Were they trapped in here?

Cop Morty dragged him by the arm, trying to pull him to one side of the room.
"Try not to look," he whispered.

But Cop Rick looked.
He wasn't sure if he regretted it or was just very fascinated by what he saw.
The room was foggy and lit up mostly by flashing neon lights. Ricks and Mortys
were dancing and rubbing up against each other, some with very few clothes on.
The group they had walked in with were dumping out their bags, which held
dildos, bondage equipment, and as they had thought, drugs. Some of the other
Ricks and Mortys on the 'dancefloor' ran up to the new group, holding out their
tongues so little round pills could be placed on their tongues. A couple of
them had their pills kissed into their mouths, which Cop Rick cringed a bit at.
Gross.

"You didn't say this was a sex party," Cop Rick also kept his voice low.

"I told you not to look!" Cop Morty was realizing how fucking awful this Rookie
was at listening. Whatever, his problem, not Morty's. "We're not staying in
here anyway."
He maneuvered them up to a doorway out, jiggling the handle briefly to see if
it was locked. It wasn't, which was good. "Come on, through here," Cop Morty
said, though he was still pulling on his partner's arm and guiding him.

They moved through a series of hallways, which really showed Cop Rick just how
large this house was. Supposedly one Morty owned the place, inherited from his
Rick. He couldn't imagine what one Morty would need with so much space, it was
a bit baffling.

Cop Morty had let go of Rick's arm to pull out his gun, preparing a bit for
something. Cop Rick still wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, definitely
left in the dust compared to his partner's knowledge and effort. Cop Morty came
here expecting an arrest. In fact, it was almost as if his Morty knew where he
was going.

Rick, on the other hand, so unsure about all of this, veered off from Cop Morty
towards a door that seemed to have sounds coming from the other side. He
pressed his ear to the door, hearing several distinct Morty moans. It was a few
seconds of curiously listening in when the door was suddenly opened and he
clumsily stumbled inside the room, the door once again being shut behind him by
another Maid Morty.

"Uh," was all Cop Rick could come up with staring down a Morty with a very
fancy tailcoat and strangely styled hair kicking back in a chair with his feet
placed on the back of another Maid who stood on all fours before him. A couple
of other Mortys in the room were clearly from the party room, dressed in kandi
beads and adorned in glow necklaces, but not a whole lot else. They had clearly
been rubbing their genitals up against the chairs they were straddling, now
staring at Rick.
Well, the whole room was staring at Rick. It was a room full of Mortys, clearly
doing their own thing, and they had caught a Rick spying on them.

"Bit of a voyeur aren't you?" the suited Morty chuckled, standing from his
seat. He moved towards Cop Rick, seeming genuinely inquisitive.

"Y-yeah, ha. Sorry, didn't mean to barge in on what you had going here, I can
just.." Rick backed up slowly towards the door, only to realize that one of the
Maid Mortys was in his way, and he nearly tripped over him as a result.

"Don't be shy, my little pet, we're all here to party, what's one more guest?"
the Morty stepped closer, pulling on Cop Rick's lab coat. At first Rick thought
the kid was just bringing him forward, but before he knew it, the coat was on
the floor. The party Mortys in the room hooted and cheered, chanting 'take it
off, take it off!'

Cop Rick blushed, embarrassed and really put on the spot here. But.. if he
didn't do what they said, it would seem pretty suspicious, and he wouldn't want
to ruin his partner's chances of getting that arrest. The Rookie undressed,
leaving nothing on but the binder that helped flatten his chest.

The Morty used the binder to yank Rick down to his level, the slightest smirk
on his face as he spoke, "Are you going to be a good boy for your new master?"


Rick's eyes widened. This was Master Morty, between the attire and the way he
held himself, and now his desire to be called master.. yes, he was certain this
was the Morty they had been looking for.
Face still heated, Cop Rick nodded, "Y-yeah, of course."

"Yes, what?"

Rick frowned. He knew what this Morty wanted him to say, but he wasn't going to
do it. He refused. He had principles. This of course, caused Master Morty to
frown, and utter a quiet 'hm.' He let his hand fall from the binder, grabbing
something from the table. It seemed like an ordinary red plastic cup, and he
held it out, snapping his fingers. At the snap, two of the Maid Mortys in the
room came forward.

"Seems like this one still needs training, doesn't he, my pets?" Master Morty
stared intensely at Cop Rick, the party Mortys clapping their hands excitedly
and cheering in agreement.

Cop Rick didn't realize what was happening until the Maids had their dicks out
from under their very short dresses and were pissing into the red cup. He
blinked as he watched them both fill it to the brim, like a very strange team
effort. Wait, shit.. was he going to have to--

The Maid Morty behind Rick kicked the back of his leg and brought him down to
his knees. He could have responded, could have fought back, he knew he was
stronger than every Morty in the room, but he begrudgingly played along. He let
Master Morty grab ahold of his chin and tilt his head back, let him pry open
his mouth with a thumb and start pouring that warm yellow liquid into his
mouth. The cup was pressed to his lips, and from the cup Rick could hear a
strange echoing moan. Because he refused to swallow the strangely sweet tasting
piss, it all came flowing out of his mouth and down his body, soaking his
binder when he suddenly spit and sputtered.

Rick coughed and pulled back from the container, "W-what the hell was that?" He
glanced between the smug look on Master Morty's face, and the.. face.. on the
cup. The cup. The cup was a Morty. A Morty that seemed rather into the fact
that he had both just been peed into, and had a Rick's lips on his brim.
Alright.
Cop Rick wasn't actually that surprised. There had been.. weirder Mortys out
there.

Master Morty administered a slap to Cop Rick's face, causing him to gasp. "Are
you ready to behave yet?" he questioned, threatening to bring the cup to the
Rick's mouth again.

"Shit, yes!" Cop Rick took a chance to breathe and think, his cheek stinging.
But he didn't.. dislike everything that was happening. "Yes.. master," he gave
in.

Master Morty, seeming pleased, pulled Rick up to his feet only to shove him
into one of the chairs. The chair seemed to yelp when Cop Rick landed on it.
The Cop tried to get a look, noting that the chairs were also Mortys, jesus.
Did this Morty just keep furniture themed Mortys in this room? That was a
little fucked up.
Not that he had a lot of time to think about it, Master Morty already stripping
down before moving between Cop Rick's legs and pressing his lips to Rick's. The
Morty slid his tongue between Rick's lips, purposefully getting a taste of that
piss and sloppily feeling over the rest of Rick's mouth.

In response, Rick actually moaned into the kiss, grabbing on to the Chair
Morty's arms and digging his nails in, eliciting a pained groan from the Morty
below him. The couple of party-going Mortys had their hands on Cop Rick,
running their fingers over his arms and stomach. They dared to pull up his
binder and squeeze his nipples. Rick flinched, trying not to whine, which only
made them yank harder until they could get him to whimper into Master Morty's
mouth.

"That's a good bitch," Master Morty sighed against Rick's lips, his fingers
circling the other's clit. "I like it when they have a pussy for me to fuck."

Cop Rick's face heated up again, gritting his teeth. This was.. humiliating. He
didn't want his genitals pointed out and exposed like this in front of a bunch
of Mortys and.. oh fuck Master Morty was sliding his dick into Rick.. easily.
The Rookie Cop hadn't realized just how wet he was until the Morty's dick was
going in with an obscene squelch, only feeling further embarrassed.
"F-fuck," he moaned, pressing his head back against Chair Morty and lifting his
hips.

"That's right, moan for me, you little slut," Master Morty commanded, grinning
now as his hips began to move, fucking Rick into the other Morty. Cop Rick did
as he was directed, not that he needed much of a command to make noise when the
dick going in him felt so good and so forceful. He never knew he wanted to be
dominated by a Morty so badly, but god was it good.

One of the party Mortys stood up on one of the Chair's arms and grabbed ahold
of Cop Rick's hair, pulling his head down onto the Morty's erect and needy
dick. Rick wasn't sure at first if he should actually suck this Morty's dick.
That was almost participating too much, almost a little too much purposeful
incest to have on his plate of personal disappointment in himself. Though he
didn't have to do a whole lot, seeing as the Morty seemed just as happy to
thrust his dick into Cop Rick's throat, pulling Rick's head with the movements
of his hips.

"Ohh, oohhh!" the Morty moaned, sighing in some relief as he let his body relax
and filled Rick's mouth once again with that warm yellow liquid. He hadn't
bothered to warn Rick, or pull out much, and nearly peed straight down Cop
Rick's throat, making him gag and almost choke on the piss.

Shit, what was with these kids and pee? Cop Rick grumbled to himself but held
onto the Morty's legs, not wanting to hurt him or knock him off, even if he was
retching and frustrated. He wouldn't admit that some part of him kind of
enjoyed being treated like garbage and being insulted, listening to the other
Morty's telling him to 'drink it down, slut!' and telling Rick what a whore he
was.

And god was he. Sitting here, letting this Morty fuck him on top of another
Morty, with all these Mortys watching.. damn, Cop Rick was a pretty nasty
little whore.

He let Master Morty thrust his cock into him until he was panting, then even
dared to encourage the kid a little, "You gonna cum in me, master?" The
sentence even sent shivers down Cop Rick's spine.

"Yes, yes, y-yes! That's a good bitch, a g-g-good bitch, hooo," Master Morty
almost couldn't catch his breath, Cop Rick's words really working him up.
Grabbing onto and squeezing Rick's hips, he shook as he thrusted forward and
came deep inside of Rick's pussy.
Rick realized he had just let a Morty cum inside of him. And it was amazing.

Their fun, however, was cut short as the door was busted open by Rick's
partner. Cop Morty stood ready, stance spread, gun pointed and loaded as he
yelled into the room, "You're under arrest, put your hands in the--"
He stopped, staring straight at his partner, an eyebrow raised.
"Rick? What the fuck? Again?"
 
===============================================================================


Cop Morty had Master Morty bent over his own desk, cuffing his hands and legs,
"You're under arrest for harboring and enslaving unregistered Mortys, you have
the right to remain silent, because no one gives a shit about what you have to
say."

Cop Rick was putting on his civilian clothes again. The party-going Mortys had
left, escaping to the other room, though the Maid Mortys stayed, confused and
uncertain about their place in the world now that their Master was facing
potential jail charges.
Rick couldn't quite look at his partner, knowing how the scene had to have
looked to him. And the embarrassment was only worse but the cum still stuffed
inside of him.

"Look--" Cop Rick tried to start, though his partner cut him off.

"I don't want to know, just get this criminal into the car," Cop Morty was
quite literally face palming, his face hiding behind his hand. He waved at his
partner in a dismissive sort of way.

 Cop Rick nodded, hoisting up the Morty he had just fucked not but a few
minutes ago, and headed out the door.
***** Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles) *****
Chapter Summary
     Cop Morty confronts Cop Rick and they end up making out a little,
     bonding a bit in their own way. Rick learns his Morty is actually
     pretty muscular and finds himself attracted to him.
"Are you a Morty fucker? Cause if you are, you can tell me."

Cop Rick froze, shaking his head at the question. "What?"

"Come on, Rick. Do you think I'm stupid? I walked in on two situations with you
under a Morty. I'm starting to think it's intentional," his partner sipped on a
cup of coffee as the both of them stood outside of Cafe Sanchez, their car
parked in front of them. They were on break, just talking, when Morty decided
to bring this up.

"With all due respect.." Rick started, "You're not stupid, but you're
misunderstanding the situation. It wasn't like that, sir."

They both stayed silent for a bit, Rick quietly munching on a cream horn from
the shop.

"Wanna make out?"

"What?" Cop Rick's head jerked towards his partner. He almost thought he didn't
hear that right.

"Kind of hot, seeing a Rick like you get knocked down a peg," Cop Morty
shrugged as he admitted his thoughts out loud. "Don't look so shocked, no one
will give a shit."

"I don't know how to answer that," the Rookie wasn't completely ready to accept
that he found the idea appealing. Not yet.

"Just finish your cream horn," Cop Morty stared at Rick, casually dropping his
empty coffee cup into the trash can next to him before folding his arms. He was
evidently watching Rick as he stuffed the rest of his food in his mouth. It
always felt like his partner was glaring at him, Rick could barely understand
why he'd want to make out when it always felt like Morty hated him. This
couldn't be normal or right.

Still, swallowing down his food, Morty moved to guide Rick back to the car.
They weren't getting inside, no. Instead, Morty had Rick sit on the hood so he
could properly reach his lips, leaning in as they started to kiss. Rick felt
uncertain at first, hands held up and not quite sure where to place them. Morty
on the other hand, was digging his fingers into Rick's side, holding him close
as their mouths slid together and his teeth grazed Rick's lower lip.

Rick could feel a million eyes on him, questioning what he was doing, laughing
at him, showing disgust, despite the fact there were very few people around
them. In fact, only a couple of Ricks and Mortys even looked, most of them
didn't even want to get near the cops, actually frightened of them more than
anything.
Whether he was afraid of kissing his own Morty in public or not, he still
didn't seem to mind allowing Cop Morty to take the reigns and lead him through
this. Morty's tongue dove into Rick's mouth and it tasted of coffee and sugar,
warm and smooth when their tongues clashed against each other.

When Morty pulled away, Cop Rick gawked at him with his lips still parted.
"See? It's not that big of a deal, Rookie, calm down," Morty still had that
same stare, though he seemed a bit amused by Rick's bemused look.

Rick finally figured out where he wanted his hands to go. They laid on Cop
Morty's shoulders, squeezing gently, running down their length to the elbow,
feeling over the shape and curves of them. Rick hadn't actually realized how
much muscle was on his partner, and felt a bit ashamed that he had just
considered this to be an overweight Morty.

Somehow Rick had gotten a small chuckle out of Cop Morty, watching the kid flex
and show off his muscles a bit. "Yeah? I'm stronger than I look, huh?"

Cop Rick smiled, curiously watching the muscles tense and bulge. He couldn't
resist reaching a hand out, finding the sensation of his partner flexing into
his touch enchanting. He shivered as he felt just how firm this Morty really
was. Something about it was very enticing. "Wow, that's, really impressive!
Guess you really have been on the force for a while."

Cop Morty raised an eyebrow, smirking. It was clear he was actually enjoying
the attention and Rick thought it nice to see him so pleased for once. It was a
good feeling.

 Their eyes seemed to lock, the Citadel around them didn't matter in this
moment, and for once they actually felt like real partners instead of just some
Rick and some Morty at odds with each other who couldn't quite agree on their
beliefs.

He was caught off guard when Morty grabbed onto his neck, thumb pressing into
his trachea and choking him a bit as his head was moved to the side so his
partner could sink his teeth into his neck. Rick gasped for air, both because
his windpipe was being cut off, and because the sudden pain and lips sucking on
his skin was startling. Rick's face flushed as he let Morty do what he wanted,
his own hands traveling down to touch his Morty's chest and abs. God, sure
Morty was squishy, but he was also ripped, and it was pretty hot.

Cop Morty pulled away from Cop Rick's neck with a bit of drool running down his
chin. He wiped it away, snorting as he admired the mark he had left on his
partner's neck. "I can't believe how easy you are, it's kind of pathetic."

Rick gaped again, and protested with a "Shut up," breathing a bit heavily as
proof to just how easy he was. "You wanted to spend our break this way. You
offered."

"Yeah, yeah. Get in the car," Morty actually laughed, playfully shoving Cop
Rick before getting off of him and moving to his side of the car and getting
in.

Over already? Rick actually found himself a bit disappointed. As he sat in the
car next to his partner, watching his Morty turn on the radio and fiddle with
some dials, he hoped in some way that they could do this again. That it
wouldn't be the end.
 And hopefully not the end of that adorable smile.
***** Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging *****
Chapter Summary
     Our duo gets caught and held hostage by a group of rag tag Mortys who
     decide to have fun with the two. Cop Morty doesn't enjoy himself as
     much as Cop Rick does and fights back.
     Warning for character deaths, though minor-ish.
They really had themselves in a predicament this time. Cop Rick and Morty found
before them a group of Morty School dropouts adorned in their school uniforms,
now worn and tattered in comparison to their time in school. Both of them had a
Morty behind them, knives to their necks, sharp and threatening if these cops
didn't comply.
"Well, well, well," their leader seemed to step forward, a Three Eyed Morty who
really showed his insecurities in his rejection from the school simply by the
way he held himself. His eyes seemed to be mostly focused on Cop Rick, clearly
holding some kind of grudge against Ricks as a whole. "What do we have here? A
couple of, couple of lame cops who thought they could come up here in my
territory?"
"They were sneaking around one of our warehouses, Three Eyes!" the Morty that
held Rick hostage spoke up, snitching on the duo. A Mullet Morty, defined
solely by his refusal to cut his hair.
"Think we gotta teach 'em a lesson," Three Eyes was still only staring at Cop
Rick as he pulled out a knife of his own.
"Wait!" Cop Rick objected, feeling the knife against his neck press down ever
so slightly and his hair pulled back until tears stung the edges of his eyes.
Still, he would stand firm, "I know you're upset. W-with a new president on the
Citadel, and the school's changing, you're jealous."
"Jealous?" All three of the Morty's eyes narrowed.
"You see those other Mortys in power, graduating from the school where you
couldn't, and.. you want your rightfully deserved piece of the pie."
"God dammit Rookie, stop trying to reason with them before you get us both
killed!" Cop Morty hissed, only to have one of the Mortys punch him hard in the
face. He might have a bruise later.
Cop Rick shook a bit, upset by his partner being assaulted, but continued, "I
could pull strings. I could get you Mortys out of here and into better homes.
You could be guards or officials, whatever you could dream of!"
The group of Mortys laughed, some even booed and hissed at Rick. Three Eyes
sneered, putting the flat side of the knife under Cop Rick's chin and tilting
it upwards so his two eyes met his three. Condescending, disgusted, he spoke
down to Rick, "We don't want to be a part of your society, Rick. We don't want
anything to do with your Citadel."
Despite the change in power to a Morty president, these Mortys still seemed to
see the Citadel as a tainted place. Or perhaps they had their own agenda, their
own thing going here, or perhaps they just didn't trust a Rick.
Three Eyes was digging that knife into Cop Rick's cheek while he waited for a
response just to watch the blood slowly roll down the knife. It made Rick
flinch, but not much more than that.
Glancing at his partner, concerned for what might happen to him, Cop Rick took
a deep breath, "I'll suck your dicks."
A bit confused at the proposal, though not especially opposed, some of the more
horny and touch-starved Mortys in the gang perked up excitedly. Cop Morty
mouthed 'knew it' to himself, as if he were having a revelation as to just how
these bizarre sexual situations kept finding his partner. Three Eyes just
frowned, bewildered, he took a few steps back.
"Let's see what the boys think," the leader gestured to the group, sliding his
tongue up his knife just to taste the Cop's blood.
Excited to have been given permission, quite a few of the Mortys whipped out
their dicks and started stroking themselves, getting their dicks hard. An Exo-
Alpha Morty was the first to step up, his cock something more akin to a
writhing pink tentacle with layered ridges, drooling and wriggling about. Rick
admittedly was staring a bit.
The group was egging Exo-Alpha on, encouraging this Morty to fuck the Cop's
mouth. He let the thing slither around Rick's lips, leaving a trail of slimy
lubricant. It made the Rookie's mouth twitch a bit, disturbed by the odd
sensation.
"Open up, old man," Exo-Alpha demanded, and Rick hesitantly complied.
He wasn't really sure he wanted that thing in his mouth until it was moving
around against his tongue, the taste was oddly salty, and the feeling was
strangely spongy yet firm. Cop Rick willingly wrapped his lips around it,
moaning softly as he sucked. The Morty responded positively in turn, hands
grasping for Rick's shoulders and driving his small developing claws into the
padding there.
Cop Morty couldn't pull his eyes away, conflicted on multiple levels as he
watched another Morty drive his dick into his partner's mouth. There was
something weird stirring in his chest, though he couldn't quite place what it
was. A strange feeling burning in him. His eyes were yanked away for him when
the Morty behind him tugged at the Cop's hair and bent his head back so one of
the dropouts could jack off over his face.
The Morty pushed the head of his dick up to Cop Morty's lips, pressing up
against teeth as Morty refused to open his mouth, scowling and baring his
pearly whites. Cop Morty made it very clear that it wasn't him who offered to
suck dick, which got him another punch to the face, right across the nose. He
hissed, face throbbing as a bit of blood dripped down over his lips and onto
his chin.
The Morty took advantage of the complaints, jamming his thumbs between Cop
Morty's teeth and prying his mouth open. He would bite, but he couldn't if he
didn't want to get hit again, opting to just press his molars down on the
fingers. It was still enough of an opening for the Morty to slip his dick
through, the little shit looking down at Cop Morty smugly even through the
glares he was shooting up at the other Morty.
Cop Morty wasn't having nearly as good of a time getting his mouth fucked as
his partner was. In fact, Cop Rick was eagerly bobbing his head into Exo-Alpha
Morty's dick, letting its length slide into his throat until he gagged and
coughed, pulling back again with drool and sticky lubricant rolling down his
chin. The Morty group was getting a kick out of seeing a Rick choke on a
Morty's dick. One of them even stepped forward, his shirt half pulled up as he
moaned and gasped, dick positioned over Rick's face as he came. Cop Rick
flinched and shut his eyes as drops of cum shot over his face. When the Morty
finished, Rick looked up at him with big eyes and a smile, some part of him
proud to please Mortys like this.
Cop Morty would disagree. When a Morty moved up to cum on him, he was spitting
and growling in the back of his throat as his face was decorated white. The cum
stung his eyes and the thumbs in between his teeth were making his jaw ache. He
was being pushed to his edge when the Morty inside of his mouth was trying to
deep throat him and gag him like the Morty next to him with his partner. He dug
his fingers into his own legs, anger building up as heat in his chest and
rushing to his cheeks.
Rick hadn't expected the cum that hit the back of his throat. It shot out of
Exo-Alpha Morty's writhing cock with surprising force, the Morty nearly
completely doubling over with his face pressed into Mullet Morty's chest with a
whining moan. Rick still suckled and swallowed every drop of it he could, even
if quite a bit of cum made it out of his mouth and onto his uniform. When the
Morty pulled out of his warm mouth, shivering as Rick's tongue said goodbye to
his dick with one final lick, Rick watched as the glorious, alien cock curled
up and rested firmly back against Exo-Alpha's skin.
He was delighted he had a chance to try such a fascinating wonder.
Exo-Alpha moved back, panting, though satisfied, and allowed for other Mortys
to finish. One after another they came up, an orgasm assaulting them at the
prideful feeling of defiling a Rick, putting a Rick in his place. It was
exciting, and wrong, and dirty. They came over his cheeks, over his open, eager
mouth, and down over his chest, desecrating his uniform. Cop Rick didn't
complain, only egged them on, and even called over Three Eyed Morty.
Three Eyes seemed more hesitant, but he buckled. Despite his more isolated
position behind the other Mortys, it was still clear he had been jacking off
while he watched his gang dirty this Rick's face. When he walked up, his dicks
were already out. Two of them, Rick thought it fitting, a match to his extra
eye.
"Come on, Morty, I know you wanna cum all over grandpa's face. Show him who's
boss," Cop Rick breathed, encouraging Three Eyes as he stroked his dicks. This
Morty stared down at Rick with half-lidded eyes, something in him not willing
to give in to how much he was enjoying this.
"Please baby, cum for grandpa," Rick was nearly begging, leaning forward even
against the pressure of the knife at his neck. He held out his tongue, not
quite close enough to reach the Morty's dicks without injuring himself, eyes
looking up again into the other's.
Three Eyes couldn't completely hold his composure, the way this Rick looked at
him, it was so pitiful he could feel his cocks twitch in his palms as he
stroked them. The Morty's lips parted into a sigh of pleasure, allowing himself
to be lost to the orgasm that traveled down his spine, into his balls, and shot
out of both dicks, covering Cop Rick's tongue and running down his neck when
his mouth couldn't hold every bit of cum.
Three Eyes had leaned forward just enough, and the Rookie was taking advantage
of it, tongue lapping at one head, then the other, cleaning the Morty of his
mess. He was thrilled when it got the Three Eyed Morty to moan ever so slightly
to the soft strokes of Rick's tongue.
The both of them startled when they heard one of the Mortys scream, Rick
pressing back into Mullet Morty's stomach, Three Eyes backing up a few steps.
Before any of the Mortys could process what happened, Cop Morty had a knife in
his hand and was pointing it towards Three Eyes.
"Let my partner the fuck go, you disgusting, low-life, pieces of shit," Cop
Morty seethed, the blood on his knife and the Morty behind him yelling in pain
pretty evident that he had escaped from captivity and decided to take his own
action.
Mullet Morty almost thought about slicing Cop Rick's neck anyway, frowning. He
decided against it, removing the knife and putting his hands up as he moved
away from Rick.
Cop Rick was immediately on his feet, hands on his partner's arm, talking him
down, "H-hey come on, don't do this. Just let them go."
"Are you serious right now, Rick? They had their dicks in my mouth!"
"Oh what, are you going to tell me you didn't like it?" the Morty that had
fucked Cop Morty's throat raw was laughing and shrugging his shoulders, a
response which had the Cop whipping around and slicing his throat open. The
Morty was down in a second with a gurgling and pained "HhooOOHh."
"Morty, stop!" Cop Rick tried again, but it didn't stop Three Eyes from pulling
his knife again, or the other Mortys from gathering around the two menacingly,
fists as the ready.
"You want some of this? You want this, you sick bitches?" Cop Morty was
hysterical, pointing the knife at any Mortys who dared to get close. Cop Rick
just wanted to get ahold of the situation, and wrapped his arms around his
partner's chest to try and hold him back. It didn't seem to work especially
well in calming Morty down, the little Cop flailing and yelling furiously
still.
Rick looked to the Morty group, looked to Three Eyes, "What if we let you go,
and you let us go? No more casualties. No one else has to get stabbed here
today."
"What?!" Cop Morty protested, elbowing Rick in the ribs.
"Hmph," the Three Eyed Morty scoffed, but turned on his heels, waving to the
group. "Come on, boys."
The other Mortys followed suit, leaving, eyes staring at the duo as they went.
One of the Morty's laughed and threw a small rock in defiance at Cop Morty,
letting it smack him in the chest.
"Come back and see us some time, Rick. Leave your hot-headed sidekick at home,"
Three Eyes said his goodbye, even if Cop Morty wasn't finished with them.
Stroking his partner's hair slowly, Cop Rick tried to get his partner to stop
spewing swears and threats as the gang walked off. Cop Morty felt betrayed,
frustrated. He came down, huffing when he couldn't see the Morty group anymore.
His partner was impossible to work with, and it was starting to drive him
insane.
***** Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap *****
Chapter Summary
     Our duo tries to deal with a ghost problem. Cop Morty is coming to
     the realization there's a strange pattern going on lately and he
     doesn't like it.
Chapter Notes
     Ghostbusters are still cool.
"Rick! Get him in the containment capsule!"
"Shit! I'm trying, Morty!"
Cop Rick was trying to wrangle a Phantom Morty with a ghost-catching device,
though having a bit of trouble as the ghostly Morty fought against the heavy
gun's bright, laser-like ropes that tried to reel him in. A chilling wind
knocked over pots and pans from the kitchen counter and flung open every
cabinet door in the room, the unwieldy Morty giggling. He knew what he was
doing, the little bastard.
The cop duo had been called in to a Rick's apartment while he was away to deal
with an overactive ghost harassing him and his neighbors. The two hadn't
expected the ghost to be as present and powerful as it was.
Rick fell over when Phantom Morty grabbed onto the restraints holding him and
whipped them, the gun violently ripped from his hands and the Cop
unceremoniously tripping over and falling into the Morty that lived here.
Oh great.
A Goo Morty. Of course it had to be a Goo Morty.
"God dammit," Cop Morty grumbled, lifting his own gun as the Phantom escaped
Cop Rick's grasp. It was a little too late as the ghost flew straight for Cop
Morty, too fast for the ghost-gun to charge up. Morty shot at nothing, the
laser blast bashing into a cabinet and knocking down shelves while the Phantom
grabbed onto the Cop's body and invited himself in.
Phantom Morty entered through the mouth like a cold rush of wind to the lungs.
Cop Morty's eyes lit up a bright green and he dropped his gun in favor of
clawing at his own face and screaming. Rick struggled to free himself from the
Goo Morty that held him down, though his wriggling only seemed to sink him
further into the bubbling mass.
"Morty! Hold on a sec, I'm coming!" Cop Rick said, not coming at all.
Cop Morty was stumbling around the room, knocking into the table, into the
counter, and then tripping over the chair with a final tumble to the floor.
Finding the display entertaining, Goo Morty gurgled and laughed. Less
entertained, Cop Rick turned his head as he continued to struggle, "Hey, he
could be seriously hurt, come on."
The slimy Morty giggled, but let Rick go at his request, sliding out from under
him with a squish and a pop. Relieved, Rick was on his feet pretty quickly,
standing over his partner with his hands gently shaking his shoulders, "Are you
okay, sir? A-are you alright?"
Cop Morty's eyes slowly dimmed, the eerie light fading from them until there
was nothing left but a dull look in his eyes. It suddenly felt like he was
falling forward, moving through his partner's face as if he were floating away.
Morty brought his hands to his face, trying to rub away this light headed
feeling that was overtaking him. No.. not just light-headed, his entire body
felt lighter than air.
When his hands fell from his face he nearly screamed. He would have, but
nothing came from his lungs. Geez, he really was floating, hanging in the air
over Rick watching his partner shake his own body.
'That mother fucker took my body.'
The lack of response from his Morty had Rick nervous, checking the pulse with a
couple of fingers to Morty's neck. It was so strangely cold to the touch the
Rookie nearly thought him dead if his eyes hadn't fluttered open. "Morty!
You're alright!" Cop Rick sighed in relief.
'You idiot, I'm not alright! I'm over here!' Cop Morty attempted to yell for
Cop Rick's attention, flailing his arms to no avail.
"Of course I'm alright, Rick," a voice rang from Cop Morty's mouth, strangely
softer than what Rick usually came to expect. The added giggle was odd as well,
and had Rick rubbing at the back of his head with a raised brow.
"Alright.. Sorry I lost the ghost, didn't know they would be so tricky," he
started slowly, standing so he could help his partner to his feet as fell. His
next thought was to grab for the containment capsule in the middle of the
kitchen, they'd need that if the ghost Morty had gone far. "We better locate
him quick."
'He's in my body, god dammit, Rookie!'
Phantom Morty side-eyed Cop Morty in his own body with a devilish smirk, and
moved towards his 'partner,' grabbing onto his arm before he could touch the
device. "Gee, Rick.. I think I might have injured something actually, could you
check it out for me?"
Phantom relished the rough texture of the Cop's uniform, taking in all the
senses his usual form deprived of him. He could feel this body's heart race as
it looked at this Rick, a feeling of pity, hatred, and endearment mixing in his
mind. There was an attachment building between them, how cute. Phantom Morty
could feel every lingering feeling this body held towards this Rick, and who
was he not to act on them?
"Oh, sure," Rick responded without a second thought, turning to his Morty
again. "Where's the problem?"
'Cop' Morty righted the chair he'd 'fallen’' over and sat back in it, ripping
off one of the straps to his bulletproof vest and pulling the whole thing off
in one smooth motion like muscle memory that had been engraved with years of
being a policeman. "Right here.." Phantom Morty didn't even point to any
location, just unbuttoned the collared shirt that still covered 'his' chest
button by button. His face seemed to remain in that dead-eyed smirk stare right
at the true Cop Morty.
What was he doing? Cop Morty squinted down at the ghost in return, trying to
figure out what his game was.
Cop Rick didn't seem to notice much of a difference, simply eager to figure out
if his partner was injured he dropped to one knee and ran his fingers down
Morty's smooth, chubby chest.
"I don't see any injuries.. does it hurt anywhere else?" Rick questioned.
"Y-yeah.. it hurts an awful lot right here," Phantom Morty took hold of Rick's
hand and guided it down right between his legs.
Cop Rick nearly jumped at the forwardness of the action, almost pulling his
hand back. Instead, he dumbfoundedly watch his 'partner' press his palm against
a hardening erection. "Morty, we're.. w-we have a job to do," he tried to draw
attention elsewhere, looking around for something else, some other excuse. He
didn't feel nearly close enough to his partner for this kind of action to be
warranted.
'It's happening again!' Cop Morty quickly realized. There was a strange ass
pattern here, and Morty was convinced this ghost coming on to his partner was
another part of it. He jabbed a finger towards his own body, directed at the
Phantom,'Don't you dare do it, don't you dare start that shit!'
Phantom Morty completely ignored the Cop of course, "We're practically alone,
no one will even know." He moved the hands he occupied to his belt buckle,
unclipping it so he could unbutton the pants.
Cop Rick blinked and watched as his 'partner' untucked pulled out his dick and
ran his fingers from the base to the tip, enticing Rick to touch him too.
Arousal was an exciting feeling to Phantom Morty, not realizing how quickly he
was melting to the feeling of desperate need. He wanted to feel pleasure again,
something this Morty hadn't felt in such a long time, and needily he tugged on
Cop Rick's vest, bringing him into a chaste kiss before breathing cool air
against his lips as he spoke, "What if you rode this dick, right here, right
now, Rick?"
Cop Morty dragged his hands down his face and silently groaned.
Rick was still startled by how cold Morty was, though there was another kind of
heat in that kiss that didn't even match the last time the two of them had made
out. The Rookie nearly found himself blushing as he stared at the other, "Y-you
know there's another Morty here, right?"
"Who cares? Let him watch," 'Cop' Morty had his hands on Rick's belt now,
undoing it, and Rick just watched him.
"..Okay," he wasn't about to protest, admittedly into the idea of some intimacy
with his partner if he was offering. Rick stood so Morty could shimmy the pants
off, all the way off. Phantom Morty pulled him by the hips, encouraging Rick to
straddle his lap with another giggle. Man that was getting weird, but Cop Rick
still found himself moving on top of his 'partner' and positioning himself over
Morty's erection.
'Don't use my body for that,'Cop Morty mutely spat, trying to reach down for
Rick's shoulders and grab his partner, only for his hands to go right through
him, dissipating into smoke before reforming. Clearly the Rookie couldn't feel,
see, or hear Morty or he would have stopped instead of sitting right down on
his dick. His dick, though he wasn't the one under his partner.
Rick's hands settled on his 'partner's' shoulders, bracing himself as he slowly
eased Morty's dick inside of his pussy. Watching the face his 'partner' made
was provocative, a spark shooting down Rick's spine as he felt the full length
of cock up inside of him.
"Ohh, yeah, Rick, that's it.." Phantom Morty moaned into Cop Rick's ear,
sitting his chin on Rick's shoulder so he could stick his tongue out at Cop
Morty where Rick couldn't see, teasing him. Cop Morty's jaw dropped in
disbelief, forced to watch as this asshole seized his partner's hips and used
his body like a glorified sex toy, thrusting his dick into his Rick.
His Rick?
Cop Morty gritted his now nonexistent teeth at the jealousy bubbling inside of
him. The feeling was repugnant, but he would kill this Morty fucking his Rick
if the bastard wasn't already dead.
Goo Morty rolled in, still a bubbling mass of a puddle, and suctioned himself
onto Cop Rick's ankles, inviting himself to this party like this was some kind
of cheesy porno video, "M-mind if I join?"
Cop Rick startled, pulling himself up off the dick he was riding only to be
yanked back down hard by his 'partner,' causing him to gasp as he was
unexpectedly filled again. "S-shit, what?"
"Shh, Rick, let him join," Phantom Morty cooed, stroking Rick's cheek
comfortingly.
No! Cop Morty knew what was going on here, these two little shits were in
cahoots. He waved his arms, pointing at the two Mortys as if that would convey
to Cop Rick that these Mortys were clearly friends with the way they looked at
each other and set this whole thing up. Why did they keep getting stuck with
the horniest Mortys on the Citadel? This was getting out of hand.
He slapped his hand against his own face as the gooey Morty crawled up Rick's
legs.
"W-wait.." Cop Rick was hesitant, but these two weren't. Phantom Morty was
already parting Rick's ass cheeks, leaving plenty of opening for Goo Morty to
form a tentacle-like limb mass and squeeze it into the Cop's asshole. "A-ah!
Fuck!" Rick nearly yelped. It was incredibly warm compared to his 'partner'
right now, slimy and strange as the Morty's body pressed up against Rick's
underside.
It was astounding how malleable this Morty was, moving around 'Cop' Morty's
dick and surrounding his clit. He whimpered at the intense stimulation of
having his clit engulfed and rubbed against, almost like a warm mouth
swallowing him whole and daring him to cum.
Rick was already sweating, this was ridiculous, "W..w.." He tried to protest
again, moans replacing his incoherent speech. It was hard to fight when both of
his holes were being fucked and filled until he felt like he might burst.
Cop Morty couldn't stop himself from watching between his fingers. He couldn't
get anything out of this, nothing but hatred and anger. They would make his
Rick cum before he even ever got to.
That was an abhorrent thought he wished would leave immediately. Why did he
even care?
Yet there Rick was, writhing already as he reached orgasm at the hands of two
Mortys he didn't even know, wheezing and digging his heels into the floor. He
rocked his hips, riding out the pleasure until he was a gasping, sweating mess
resting on top of the ghostly Morty's head. It didn't take Phantom Morty long
to cum with Cop Morty's body after Rick came, moaning exaggerated "Ohhs!" Or
maybe not so exaggerated, it had been a long time since this ghost had
experienced anything like this, drooling everywhere and feeling the intensity
of the pleasure through every limb in the body he inhabited.
Goo Morty exited Rick with another POP, only leaving behind a light pink
residue that dripped from Rick. Rick.. he was ridiculously embarrassed.
Something about performing something so intimate with his partner, with another
Morty, and getting off so quickly.. he was flustered, though wouldn't dare show
it in his face.
Phantom Morty on the other hand, had both of 'his' hands on Cop Rick's cheeks,
kissing him quickly again, "Geez, you sure came real fast, huh? Are you always
like this? Man, what a slutty Rick, huh?"
Cop Morty could tell the final comment was directed at him, though he didn't
respond, folding his arms and trying very hard not to let his deep frown turn
into a pout.
The fluster showed in Cop Rick's face now, cheeks flushed and frown turning
crooked. He quickly moved off of Morty's dick, fumbling for his pants, hoping
this would quickly pass.
It didn't, of course. Phantom Morty teased him further, reached a finger out to
quickly slide a finger across his slit, pulling some of the cum Rick was filled
with with him. "Your pussy is filled with my cum, Rick, and you're just going
to put your pants back on?"
"..Yes. I mean no! Fuck, just, get dressed, come on. We still have a ghost to
catch," Cop Rick hurriedly put his pants back on, trying to run away from his
embarrassment straight into the bathroom to clean himself up. "I'll be right
back," he tried to say flatly.
When he was gone, Phantom Morty shot out of Cop Morty's body with a cackle and
flash of green light, shoving the Cop back into his body. The ghost seemed so
proud of himself, so entertained and pleased. Meanwhile Cop Morty found the
transition back to being alive jarring, heavy. He held onto his head, trying to
steady his dizziness and the feeling of exhaustion from what his body had just
experienced.
..God his hips were not meant to move like that.
He reached out for one of the guns while Phantom Morty was distracted, the
Cop's dick still hanging free while he shot the ghost in one swift motion and
dragged his screaming ass into the containment capsule in the middle of the
room. It sucked him in even as he tried to claw his way out and stay in this
world, the capsule shutting tight on him and locking the Phantom bastard up.
Goo Morty, terrified, had quickly escaped the room while his friend was being
captured. Coward.
Cop Morty was dazed, but still damn good at his job. If it weren't for this
attachment to Rick he'd question why he even needed a partner.
When Cop Rick finally decided to show back up again, Morty tossed the capsule
at him. He caught it, though he was completely caught off guard, "You--?"
"Caught the ghost. Let's go."
***** Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic) *****
Chapter Summary
     Things feel off between Cop Rick and Cop Morty before a strange, yet
     painful exercise in bonding occurs between them while torturing a
     detained Rick for answers together.
Chapter Notes
     actual written sex? where? what do you mean this is a kinktober fic??
Cop Morty had been strangely distant since their intimate encounter together.
Compared to then, any outings or breaks spent together were so cold and quiet
it almost felt as though Cop Rick had been with an entirely different Morty
before that day.
Rick's partner hadn't even made a big scene when he settled a Rabbit Morty and
Dog Morty fight by fucking them both. Instead of biting each other, they were
biting the Rookie, leaving teeth marks that didn't fade for weeks. Claw marks
hidden under uniform with only Cop Morty aware they were even there at all. He
watched his partner get mounted and take a swollen knot with nothing but a
blank, empty stare.
Morty didn't even bat an eye when a contraband hauling Mini Morty submitted to
them because his partner agreed to use his tongue on the tiny guy. He watched
his Rick perform something bordering on vore, the little Morty riding Rick's
tongue naked. Grinding against the wet organ while veering dangerously close to
teeth that could tear him apart at the snap of a jaw. They didn't, of course.
Cop Rick was careful and had gently toweled the Morty off when they finished,
before Cop Morty threw the fucker apathetically into a jar and took him down to
the station.
Morty after Morty, it was all the same. It was almost unsettlingly the same.
They would be called out to deal with some kind of Morty problem, only for it
to devolve into some bizarre form of sexual contact with his partner. Almost as
if the events were drawn to him, like they couldn't escape them, like no matter
what they were doing or where they went, something sexual was bound to happen.
Almost like it was scripted.
What was this, a really crappy VHS porno?
When they were finally assigned to a job that involved a Rick, Cop Morty was
relieved. This broke the cycle, it had to. There's no way anything sexual could
happen this time. Nothing could deter them from their job, Cop Rick could
finally keep it in his pants.
"Cough it up, where are the Mortys?" Cop Morty slammed his fist down on the
table that separated him from the criminal on the other side. They had a Rick
cuffed down to the table, a device on his head with wires stringing down that
would help them decipher any useful thoughts or feelings stirring around in
this Rick's head. All they had to do was get it out of him, and the device
would record down memories or thoughts.
"Why don't you lick, lick, lick my balls!" the Rick laughed, a rather fake and
forced laugh as he tried to jab his thumbs in the direction of his crotch,
yanking against the cuffs that only let him get so far. Clearly this disheveled
Rick needed some prompting. He looked towards Cop Rick, who nervously adjusted
his vest, "Maybe I'll talk then, huh? Or maybe this guy only fucks Mortys."
Without hesitation, Cop Morty twisted a dial on the table, sending a controlled
shock through the cuffs and into the defiant Rick. He screamed breathlessly
until it was over, collapsing his head between his arms with heavy breath.
"Are you done?" Morty asked coldly.
"'s g-gonna take m-more than that to.. to get me to.." the Rick slowly lifted
his head, shaking a bit with a smarmy smirk on his face.
A look that Cop Morty would wipe away quickly as he turned the dial again,
cranking up the voltage for another shock. It left visible burn marks on the
Rick’s wrists.
Cop Rick blinked, looking between his Morty and this Rick. His eyes narrowed,
concerned as he watched his partner administer a third shock before the Rick
could even respond. It almost seemed.. cruel. As if Morty was taking out his
aggression on this Rick more than he was seeking answers from him.
As cop Morty went for a fourth shock, Cop Rick grabbed his hand, yanking his
partner towards him. Morty was surprised by the action, looking a mix between
dumbfounded and offended as Rick held onto him.
"Let's let the Rick talk, sir."
Obviously upset, the Rick bolted upright again, roughly pulling on his cuffs
and causing a loud ruckus of clanks as he desperately seemed to be trying to
break his thumb to escape. The struggling only earned him tighter cuffs, the
binds automatically contracting around his wrists.
The Rick now yelled out in clear frustration, "You probably voted for that
bastard! Y-you're the kind of Rick w-who, who betrayed the Citadel and elected
that sick Morty. F-f-fucking Morty fucker!"
"We don't need you alive, you know! New regulations say I could drain your head
of it's fucked up contents and discard your body into the waste disposal
portal, you dumb piece of shit!" Cop Morty spat callously, pulling out of his
partners grasp and going for that fourth shock, increasing the intensity until
the Rick was writhing in pain once it was over. Morty was reaching dangerous
voltage levels that could easily fry this Rick if he kept going.
The Rookie knew the intensity with which his partner wanted to torture this
Rick was coming from what the Rick was saying. Word clearly spread around,
which was actually pretty embarrassing. He wondered how many people at the
precinct, how many coworkers probably knew him as 'Morty Fucker' Rick behind
his back.
But he also knew that wasn't a reason to kill this guy. This wasn't right.
Cop Rick chewed at his lip before strutting around the table towards the other
Rick.
Morty stopped himself before he reached for a fifth shock, staring at his
partner. "Rick? Rookie, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Putting a stop to this."
Nope.
No.
He was absolutely not going to let his partner degrade himself in the middle of
their workplace, on camera, just because some Rick told him to lick his balls.
Morty shook his head in disbelief, whirling around the other side of the table
to meet Cop Rick at the their prisoner. "Don't you dare!"
But oh did he dare. Just not in the way Cop Morty expected.
Rick was reaching for the helmet, the other Rick dazed and silently wavering as
the two converged on him. Morty moved to slap away his partner's hands, but by
the time they made contact, Rick's hands were on the device.
Time seemed to stop then.
Cop Rick's hands burned on the metal surface of the helmet, though he couldn't
pull away. Muscles seizing up as electricity ran through his limbs and
transferred to his partner. Cop Morty's hands were locked around Rick's arm,
unable to move. The air smelled of burning skin and hurt, god did it hurt so
badly.
The helmet lit up brightly, connecting to all three parties linked to it. A
tingling energy flew through them all, and in that moment they felt connected
in body and mind.
Morty could feel every emotion his partner held onto tightly wash over him.
Empathy for the suffering of others, something he never thought a Rick could
even feel. Overwhelming sadness and sympathy towards Mortys, for the way Ricks
trated them and drove them to their deaths.
It was strange, reliving that day at the Creepy Morty through Cop Rick's eyes.
Reliving the standoff between Big Morty and himself. Regret, guilt, a sense of
self blame and the lingering feeling of of his own dying body in his arms.
Morty could feel pain in his chest as he watched his own body fall over Big
Morty, stabbed several times in the neck and shoulder by a hidden knife the Cop
hadn't been perceptive to.
If he hadn't distracted his partner, if he hadn't threatened to shoot him, if
he had done better somehow.. maybe he could have saved every Morty.
Those thoughts clashed in Rick's mind with Morty's feelings.
You can't save everyone. Sometimes Mortys have to die for the greater good.
Sometimes Ricks have to die too. These feelings assaulted Cop Rick's mind and
fought against the remorse that stained his heart. Feelings of fear that Rick
could lose his partner permanently feuded with harsh criticism over irrational
attachments from Morty's mind.
Rick suddenly understood his partner's harshness towards him, realizing that
his need to shut down Rick's desires to fight against the system in place was
fed by a cautious yearning to avoid repeating the past.
The Rookie could see a Rick not far off from himself, so similar he almost
thought he was viewing his own death. An old partner, a previous Rick. A body
going cold, bleeding out as a Morty with a wild look in his child eyes held a
bloodied blade over his victim. Dissatisfied fury when a bullet was sent
through the murderous Morty's head, followed by grief, the sensation of tears
streaming down his face as he clung to the fading Rick's body.
But unlike Rookie Rick's near death experience with his weathered partner, Cop
Morty's experience wouldn't have a happy ending where his partner recovered.
Cop Rick knew that Morty's previous partner had been similar to him by the way
he talked about him. What he hadn't known was that Cop Morty cared at all about
the fate of him.
They both feared loss, and in this way, they finally understood each other.
They expressed their anxieties differently, but ultimately wished the same for
each other.
At the same time, they were connected to the detained Rick as well. There was a
sense of fear that his Mortys would be found, thoughts rushing through his mind
and into the duo's.
'They can't stay here! They're dying, they're going to die.'
Images of a Rick escorting a group of Mortys into the back of a ship, paying
off a supplier Rick and urging him to take them far away.
'This place is a prison!' Hatred towards the Citadel, towards the new
president, towards the newest regulations and rules, towards the old ones. It
didn't matter, it was all bad.
Terror, that his Mortys might be found and killed for trying to escape. That he
wouldn't be able to help anyone else off of the Citadel if he was killed now.
And resignation, accepting that he would rather die than give in to these pigs.
All these thoughts felt heavy, locked behind many mental walls, now breaking
down amidst the consolidation of their thoughts.
And then, they all fell apart from each other, the electricity ceasing. Those
few seconds together had felt like hours, maybe even years.
Cop Morty and Cop Rick stared at each other, their eyes now filled with a
strange comprehension of what went through the other's mind.
Then their bodies went cold, now cognizant of the fact the helmet now knew
where those Mortys went, and it most certainly recorded it.
Their job here was done.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
