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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith, OC/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Original_Character, Morty_Smith, Rick_Sanchez
  Additional Tags:
      Attempted_Rape/Non-Con, Dialogue_Heavy, Pedophilia, Incest, My_First_Work
      in_This_Fandom, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Work_In_Progress
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-18 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 1570
****** Math Problems ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Morty's substitute Maths teacher, Mr. Petty, seems overly nice; if
     you ask him.
Notes
     I'm actually really nervous right now. This is my first work in this
     fandom and while it's not my first work with this sort of material,
     I'm really rusty. Furthermore, this is my first time writing them and
     I really don't want them to be Out-of-Character; which is of course
     the cardinal sin of fan-fiction. Enjoy?
***** Chapter 1 *****
As if school wasn’t agonizing enough, Morty thought using less complex words
than those the author chose. It really was just his luck his substitute Maths
teacher would be even more harsh on him. He almost preferred the familiar
insecurity of dealing with what he knew- but no, instead he had to deal with
Mr. Petty.
“Now, Morty, I’ve been looking at your grades and while this isn’t really my
place to say it- They’re downright abysmal.”
Morty looked at his shoes as he waited for the teacher to be done. He was used
to this sort of lecture. It was always, “Now I know your better than this” or
“Don’t make me call your parents in.” But whenever his parents were called in
they’d laugh it off.
“Morty, I want to help you, okay?”
Morty nodded but kept his eyes glued to the cheap linoleum tiles below his
feet.
“How about I tutor you?”
Morty perked up slightly at this.
“T-tutor me?”
“That’s right,” Mr. Petty seemed happy that he was paying attention and
continued, “Of course, I’ll need payment. Tutoring someone at your level will
be quite an undertaking- but a worthy one indeed.”
Payment? Morty didn’t have any money and he doubted his parents would be
interested in paying for a Maths tutor.
“O-Oh, geez, I don’t know; I don’t have any money so…”
“Now, now, who said anything about money? I just want a favor from you.”
Morty’s ears perked up but all the while it felt too easy. He wasn’t the
smartest kid, but he knew people didn’t work for free.
Mr. Petty walked over to the door while talking about something he couldn’t
particularly understand- something about how teaching the mentally disabled was
a past time of his and he was sure even a case as difficult as his would
improve in time. Morty’s stomach dropped when he heard the tell-tale sound of a
door locking.
“Now then, Morty, I’d just like a down payment if you’re willing to comply.”
Morty backed up, sensing danger.
“U-uhm? Mr. Petty why did you lock the door-”
Within seconds Morty was knocked on his back and onto the front desk, the
teacher pinned on top of him. Morty struggled under the corpulent frame,
wriggling his body desperately to free himself from his grasp.
“Don’t struggle, Mr. Smith,” Mr. Petty hissed, angered by Morty’s feeble
attempts, “Oh do you want me to discuss failing you for the year?”
Morty paused. Could he do that? He was just a substitute, could he really fail
him for the whole year?
The man above him cooed in his ear, rubbing a hand through his hair as he
considered this, his eyes looking everywhere for a point of escape. His eyes
landed on the door to the classroom, desperately pleading with the frosted
glass for someone to come in and help him.
“There we are, that’s a good boy,” he was so close to his neck and he was so
much like a predator that Morty instinctively flinched away, as if fearing he’d
tear into his neck at a moment’s notice. Morty jumped and yelped- his hands
were on his sides, pushing their way underneath his t-shirt. It was becoming
hard to breathe, incredibly hard to breathe and Morty wanted nothing more than
for the man to stop.
He wasn’t sure how much longer the fear of failing again would keep him in
place. He gulped down a quiet sob when he felt hands on the waistband of his
pants, carefully unbuttoning and unzipping...
***** Here I Come to Save the Day! *****
Chapter Summary
     Thank God Rick is always bursting into school and ruining Morty's
     education!
Chapter Notes
     (Wheezes) I have no idea what I'm doing but I hope you like it. This
     style of writing is far more brief than my normal style. Brevity is
     supposedly the soul of wit; but I've never found that to be the case
     personally.
There was a quiet noise of electricity. So quiet and yet familiar that Morty
immediately honed into it. The teacher didn’t seem to notice-
SMASH!
“Heeeey, Morty I need you to go on-”
Rick stopped in his tracks, standing in the hole in the wall that used to be
the door.
Mr. Petty, shot up on his knees, going to stand, “N-now I can assure you that
this isn’t what it looks like-”
“Oh yeah?” Rick asked, voice louder than normal, one fist at his side, the
other holding a rather intimidating laser gun, “‘Cause to me it looks like you
were trying to fiddle my grandson, you fucking sick bastard!”
Mr. Petty’s eyes widened as he shook his head, “He came onto me-”
“That’s it,” Rick yelled over his voice, “Morty hold still for a moment.”
ZAP!
“OH JESUS CHRIST, RICK!”
Morty yelled out in shock, only just now realizing he was covered in the
viscera of what used to be his substitute teacher. Gagging, he covered his
mouth.
Rick rolled his eyes and grabbed Morty’s free hand, pulling him along. Morty
begrudgingly followed, legs like lead.
“Jesus Christ, ‘he came onto me’, what is this the fucking 1950’s?” Rick
muttered as he took a big gulp of his flask.
“That guy offer you candy or something, Morty?” Rick asked mockingly, focused
on walking out.
“N-no- c-can we stop? I want to go to the bathroom…”
Rick stopped walking and turned to look at Morty. On second thought, today
wasn’t a good day for adventure. The kid looked not like himself. Whether that
was from nearly being raped or from the bit of intestine on his cheek was hard
to tell. Rick would have to probably guess it was a little bit of both.
Rick sighed but relented, “All right, fine.”
Morty quickly let go of his hand and scurried off in the direction of the boy’s
bathroom. Morty insecurely avoided meeting the gaze of a group of kids his age
who shrieked at his appearance while Rick followed behind lethargically.
Finally, they reached the bathroom. Morty ran into a stall while Rick locked
the door behind them. It’d be rather unwise to let a kid walk in while Morty
cleaned up.
“U-uhm, Rick?” Morty asked behind a stall door.
“Yeah Morty?” Rick answered, leaning against the door and taking a bigger swig
of his flask.
“Do you have, like, something to clean up my clothes?”
“Jesus fucking christ, Morty; do I look like a fucking maid to you? No, I don’t
have anything to help you clean up!”
Well, not on his person, at least.
There was a weird noise. Rick wasn’t sure what it was- but then it repeated.
“Oh, fuck.”
Morty was sniffling and, if his breathing was any indication, he was crying
too.
“Aw, man… Look kid, I didn’t mean to yell at ya I just-”
“N-no…” Morty cut him off.
“It’s not-” his voice cut out abruptly, “It’s not because of you,” he managed
to get out lowly, voice wavering.
“Morty, this isn’t the best place to come to terms with- y’know, what just
happened so,” Rick urped out, “How about we make sure you don’t look like a
murder victim and get home? All right? Does that sound okay to you?”
Morty made a noise that made Rick believe that it was definitely not okay. Rick
sighed.
“Look kid, whatever you’re worrying about it gone! The worst is over! It’s only
up from here, right? Morty?”
Morty sniffled.
“You just don’t understand,” his voice sounded barely composed.
Rick shook his head.
“What do I not understand kid? I’m a god damn genius, lay it on me.”
“Rick, I…”
“Yeeeees?” Rick tilted his head as he awaited the answer.
“I have a stiffy, okay?!”
Rick blinked as he processed it for a moment before his hand met his face.
“That’s what you’re worried about? Morty, there’s a piece of his liver in your
hair; no one is going to notice!”
“No, it’s not…”
Rick had had enough of this. He could understand the shame but really his
empathy wasn’t strong enough to have him waiting around in a high-school
bathroom while Morty came to terms with his biological betrayal.
Rick put the flask away, carefully noting to turn off the laser gun, and
stepped forwards to the stall. He waited for a few seconds before breathing in
and pulling one leg back-
With a bang, the stall door was forced open.
“Rick! What the hell are you-!”
Rick closed the stall door behind him, “Relax, Morty! Your Ol’ Grandpa Rick is
going to help you with that stiffy!”
It was really the most logical turn of events. There were two options to this,
either Morty was so appalled he lost his boner; or he got off and it was taken
care of. He was putting all odds on the former rather than the latter, but if
it was the former he’d deal with it as it came up.
As he predicted, Morty sprung up from the toilet seat, disgusted, “Why the hell
would I want that Rick?!”
Rick looked down and patted Morty on the head.
“There we go! Now come on, we’ve wasted enough time,” Rick pulled open the
stall door and began walking out of the bathroom.
Morty stood utterly stunned before looking down at his crotch in shock. Sure
enough, he wasn’t hard anymore. He watched Rick unlock the door before running
to catch up.
“Geez, Rick. You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were a pedophile or
something,” Morty muttered as they exited the bathroom.
“Ah well, you know what I always say, Morty! Wubba lubba dub dub!” Rick replied
with a grin, pulling out his rather light flask.
Morty looked at him like he was crazy, which was correct of him to do so.
 
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