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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Major_Character
      Death
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith, Beth_Smith_(Rick_and_Morty),
      Summer_Smith, Jerry_Smith, Morticia_Smith, Morticia_(Pocket_Mortys)
  Additional Tags:
      a_bunch_of_oneshots, Angst, Mainly_angst, Angst_and_Hurt/Comfort,
      Grooming, Trust_Issues, Sleepy_Sex, Unhealthy_Relationships, Rape, Animal
      Abuse, beastility
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-14 Updated: 2017-12-18 Chapters: 6/? Words: 3175
****** One Shots .:RaM:. ******
by ToxicCherries
Summary
     Just a bunch of mainly angsty one-shots.
     I choose a word at random, define it. Then write a story.
     I'm working on my angst and fluff. Some will be smut if deemed fit.
***** Groomed *****
Chapter Notes
     groomed:
     ɡro͞om
     2. prepare or train (someone) for a particular purpose or activity.
     "star pupils who are groomed for higher things"
All the months must have meant nothing to him. All the adventures and all the
gifts. Why did I think they would? He is a monster, and I should have paid more
attention. He never took Summer on adventures or bought her anything, even if
she begged. But he always would for me.
I thought he cared. I thought he loved me. I thought maybe just maybe someone
finally noticed and loved me. Dad didn't, Mom didn't, Summer didn't. But Rick
was different. When I was sad, he'd take me places and show me the galaxy, only
to make me happy again. Was... It all a ruse? When Dad tried to set me up with
one of his friend's daughters, Rick was the one to stand up for me. When Mom
was blacked out drunk threatening me Rick was the one to calm her
down. When Summer picked on me for my voice, Rick was the one to get her to
stop. I thought he cared.
But I guess I was wrong. I'm always wrong, though. In school, at home, hell
even just making decisions in life. I'm wrong.
I'm an idiot I know that. I get told that daily, and I just have to accept it,
but I thought just maybe someone could accept me dumbness and
all. Maybe I should have picked up on the hints, Summer's eighteenth birthday
party, he made sure we had to go on an adventure that day. He told me he forgot
about her birthday and how she didn't matter like I did anyway. I felt
so... Special on someone else's day...
Or when I had panic attacks, and he'd massage my back, we
wouldn't say anything he'd just slowly move his hands along my should blades
humming while I tried my best to breathe. It was
so nice. I didn't think much of it because... other than that he tried his best
not to touch me. 
The first red flag should have been him lending me his porn collection. It was
just... I had no outlet no one acted as if my hormone mattered and
when he offered to show me a bunch of
alien porn websites I thought... I thought it
was because he cared, because he understood what I am going through and
how I feel... What the fuck is wrong with me of course he didn't. He would joke
with me about being gay all the time, and would say no
matter what I was he'd love me. I felt so happy I could be myself around him. 
During adventures on planets we knew we'd play games, I know he doesn't seem
like the "playing" kinda guy, and I thought so too, another red flag,
huh? Blips and Chitz was our haven we always went there, we were regulars the
employees knew us by name, and we knew theirs too. We would come home
so late huge stuff alien toys in our arms and smiles on our faces... Mom and
Dad would yell at him for keeping me out so late... In return, I'd stay
up later in the garage with him. He told me they didn't understand, and
how he wouldn't stop just because they're spouting out lies.
I was to keep our adventures a secret, Mom and Dad wouldn't like it
if they knew we destroyed whole galaxies and murdered aliens. I thought it was
for the best. So I never told anyone. He liked that about me, how I was so
loyal to him, he gave me pet names he only said when we were alone. 
"Baby""Sweetie""Honey""Peanut", I liked it. I felt so wanted and needed. When
we went to the citadel, he'd point out the other Ricks
and Mortys. He told me the Ricks didn't care about their Mortys like he did. 
He played me. He made me feel special he made me feel alive. He made me not
want to die for the first time in my life. 
I guess that's what a monster does, though. They make you feel important only
to make you realize how insignificant you really are. 
***** Valuable *****
Chapter Summary
     100 word dribble
Chapter Notes
     val·u·a·ble
     noun
     1.
     a thing that is of great worth, especially a small item of personal
     property.
     "put all your valuables in the hotel safe"
No one wants her, why would they? She's a girl. She's not a Morty; she's not a
Summer. There's no place in the Smith house for her. She might look like him,
but she can never be him. She's a she. 
Her eyes are curved like her
grandmothers. She's beautiful. She's perfect. Everyone
should understand her. Everyone should love her. But they
can't... But I can't. I don't make the rules I just follow them. She needs to
go. But I don't want her to. She's so rare. I was so lucky. But now I have
to give her up. I don't want to... I can't. I won't. We'll run away
together. Rick and Morticia. They'll make a television show make us into
comics, wear us on shirts. Everyone will love her.
Like they should.
***** Tired *****
Chapter Summary
     So so tired.I just got off work I'm so tired.
Chapter Notes
     tired
     adjective
     in need of sleep or rest; weary.
     "Fisher rubbed his tired eyes"
The world danced around Morty's vision as he drew the sheet over his soft
frame. Closing his eyes, it didn't take long for his thoughts to grow farther
away, for the sounds of the world slowly become distant.
He almost didn't notice the creek of his bedroom door or the soft patter of
footsteps closing in on him. He ignored it. He ignored the rough hands moving
his limp frame to a sitting position propping his head up with a pillow. He
ignored the feeling of his pajama shirt's button openings. He ignored the
feeling of his boxers slipping down his legs. He ignored the coldness of the
room.
He shivered, weakly opening an eye looking up at his attacker. When he saw it
was none other than his own grandfather, he wasn't that surprised, if anything
he was relieved. Morty tried to react, to move away, but he couldn't, Rick must
have reached his hand out, as a soft and warm feeling gently brushed his cheek.
Forcing his eyes open Mortys caught gaze with his grandfather, a smile formed
on his thin lips.
"Hi, Mor- ...Sleepy head."
Rick sat down next to Morty pulling him onto his lap.
"H-how's my little tired tiger?"
Morty could only squirm and whimper softly. Gently he rocked back and forth in
Rick's lap.
"It's gonna be okay, pop-pop got you." Rick leaned down gently nibbling on the
teen's neck, moving his hands around Morty's torso caressing and pinching at
the peachy flesh of the teen.
Morty's eyes darted around the room trying to think of something to get out of
his grip. The nibbles slowly turned into the familiar feeling if gooey trails
back and forth, along with the increasing pain from every bite Rick took.
"Close your little eyes bud-... Baby boy, I'm here I got you." Slowly Rick
rocked the fatigued teen, while coating his cheek and neck in soft kisses.
Rick's hand on his chest remained firm and solid while his other slowly made
its way down to the teen's thigh. Stroking the soft flesh.
Morty felt his bones ache and the start of a headache. But he could also feel
the room expanding, the last thing he remembered was Rick grabbing tightly on
his cock.
When he awoke the world seemed empty, the walls practically echoed back the
silence, he felt sticky, he pulled himself off his bed feeling a gross liquid
crawling down his leg.
***** Rejected *****
Chapter Summary
     Rejected:
     Refuse to agree to (a request).
     "An application to hold a pop concert at the club was rejected"
Chapter Notes
     Another 100 word dribble
No means no. I have to accept that. No matter what I do he's not interested,
and I can't even think about hurting him. Don't get attached, don't get hurt
again... Why do I keep doing this to myself?
He deserves better anyway. Not me. Not his grandfather, that
girl... Jessica? Yeah, he deserves her... Why did I tell him? Why am I like
this? I could play it off as me being drunk, but... He knows how
emotional I get drunk. 
Damn it. What should I do? Maybe I can erase his memory... No... He needs to
know... Maybe I could show him I'm not such a bad guy! Take him to
dinner, let him see I'm worth it... No again, then he'll think I'm flirting
with him. 
I love him, so much. I need to go. Far away, dimensions away, to another
Morty who I don't love. Who's just my grandson. I'll leave this one. He'll
be happy. Like he should be. 
 
But. What if he isn't... I'll never know.
***** Family *****
Chapter Summary
     fam·i·ly
     ˈfam(ə)lē/Submit
     noun
     1.
     a group consisting of parents and children living together in a
     household.
Fuck her. Fuck her fuck Summer. Fuck them. How could mom choose her over
me? She didn't even act as if she needed to think. She didn't even try. I hate
her. No... She's my mom, and I know she loves me... Just not as much
as she loves Summer. Why do I care I shouldn't I should just move on. Like
every other time I'm chosen second. I show them so much love and they
just... They hate me. They don't need me. I'm worthless. I'm... I'm Rick's
favorite.
Mom might love Summer more, but I'll have something she never could... Her
father's love.
***** Spite *****
Chapter Summary
     This chapter contains: incest, rape, animal abuse, gore, humiliation,
     beastility
     Its not a good one. I wrote this in spite.
     Seriously this is a fuck up one-shot
Chapter Notes
     spite
     spīt
     verb
     1.
     deliberately hurt, annoy, or offend (someone).
     "he put the house up for sale to spite his family"
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was a cold Saturday night in the Smith/Sanchez house, hours since the family
all departed from dinner and hours since any other them have seen each other.
 Except Rick and Morty of course.  The duo independently made their way into
the dirty garage for a similar activity.  Only a few weeks ago had Rick came
back into the family's life on Morty's 14th birthday to be exact, and since his
return he has been less than appropriate?

Normally Rick wasn't attracted to Mortys, maybe it was the taboo at work, or
because he's sick, but he took great pleasure and time out of his days
to get on the kid's good side;  giving him treats, taking him on
adventures, giving him dating advice, anything that would make Morty trust the
clearly unstable elder.  Which to his own surprise worked.  The fragile and
insecure child would bend to his will, in every way.  Shape or form.

And this night wasn't any different.  A thing about Rick, he's a deviant and
possibly a sex addict, a lot of his friends deemed him as so,
and he embraced it.  The Smith family knew it too, but they never commented
on it.  After all it was Rick's life, why would they care what he did in his
free time?  Rick forced the small teen to sit on the washer while he fumbled
with an item in his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of pheromone spray.  A
wicked smile crept on his face.  This wasn't going to be the first time Rick
was going to break the teen, but it surely wouldn't be the last.

"Stay."  He stated before running out into the kitchen looking around for
something.  Morty did as told looking at the hard concrete below.  The memories
of Rick laying down a piece of cardboard, pouring rice on top and forcing the
boy to masturbate while he knelt in the grains was burned into his mind.  But
that was only one of the many punishments Morty was forced to endure.  Morty
could hear his poor dog in the living room whine and yelp while Rick did
whatever to the small animal, tears started to form as the dog's howls became
muffled and silenced.

Rick burst in through the door holding under one of his arms a ravenous pile of
white fluff that fought against his grip.  In the other the bottle of the
pheromone.  In one swift movement he threw the dog into the garage and slammed
the door closed.  Rick glared at the teen before the smile returned.  

"Take your clothes off."  Rick said, picking up the dog again, Morty doing
as he told pulled his yellow covering from his small frame.  Followed by his
jeans and slipping off his shoes.  He felt goosebumps on his arms from the cold
metal of the washer, he was in nothing but a pair of lacy white panties and
matching stockings feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.

Morty grabbed the hem of his panties pulling the fabric down, when
the fabric reached his knees.
"That's enough.  Stroke yo-...  rub your fucking little cock. " Rick huffed out
through clenched teeth, Morty looked down at his soft member he grabbed weakly
on the pale flesh and started moving his hand across it.  He could
already feel his body betraying his wishes and getting hard from the friction,
Morty shifted his gaze from the shame of his cock to the small dog in his
grandfather's arms.  The ball of fluff was still, and its white fur was coated
in a deep crimson on random parts of its body.  Morty glanced up at Rick
who sprayed him with the spray, he also reached a hand into his other lab coat
pocket, he grabbed a half empty bottle of lubrication squeezing a lump on the
dog's asshole before handing the small creature to its owner.
"Well, have fun."  Rick said crossing his arms and leaning against his work
bench.

Morty glanced down at Snuffles.  The dog stared back up with his big black
eyes, whether it was for attention or because he sensed the
pheromones he couldn't tell.  Swallowing deep the teen lifted the small dog's
tail staring at the moist hole Morty could feel tears roll down his
cheeks, he knew there was no way out of this.  He knew if he tried to
convince Rick to let him leave he would get a punishment.  Most likely worse
than what he was about to do.

He positioned the dog at the end of his cock, and an endless stream of
tears fell down his cheeks as he lowered the small form down his cock.
 The tiny creature struggled in his grip, clawing at Morty and even trying to
take nips at the boy's hands and arms.
"Speed up already, I'm getting bored."
Doing as he was told the teen tightened his grip on the soft ball of fur.
 He slammed the animal down so his full length was inside of the dog.
 Morty kept a rhythm of this up, he'd lift the animal to the tip of his cock
before slamming it down till its tail hit his balls.

"That's more li-...  That's how you do it. " Rick sneered with that ever
lasting shit-eating smirk.  Morty tried comforting the small animal by
petting it as he fucked it.  He mewled soft 'I'm sorry. ' and 'I still love
you. ' to Snuffles, tears rolled down his cheeks while Snuffles slowly stopped
wiggling in his arms.

"Do it already you fucking pervert, get on your knees and fuck it."  Rick
snapped from his spot.  Morty did so as he pulled himself up on the
washer, so he could...  For lack of better words, fuck his pet doggie style.
 The sound of his grandfather's laugh from across the room dragged him down
deeper into the animal, no longer envisioning his poor puppy, but rather his
disgusting excuse for a grandfather.  He imagined he was fucking him as hard
as he could.  For every insult he threw at him, for every pathetic
punishment he made him endure, for forcing him to ruin the only creature in the
multiverse that actually cared about him.  

Morty came into the small animal, but that didn't stop him.  He continued his
thrusts into the small sac of bones and flesh, now not moving, the endless
sounds of his grandfather's cackles etched into his brain.
 He felt someone pull him out of the creature, and onto the floor.

"You killed it;  you sick fuck. " Rick said smirk still riding his face. "
You killed your dog.  I'm actually impressed.  You almost made grandpa proud.
" Morty sat on the edge of Rick's lap while he fiddled with his belt. "
Now I'ma do what you did to him, but with you. " Rick stated, pulling the
panties off the teen the rest of the way and reaching into his boxers fishing
for his hardened cock.  It took a second for Morty to comprehend the events
that just unfolded, but he was done with this.  With this torture
with this humiliation, with Rick.  Before Rick could grab him again Morty
leaped up from his lap, and grabbed the sharpest of the various tools from the
work bench.  A chuckle hit him as he turned around to stare at his grandfather.
 Rick had just slipped his black sweater off, and he pulled himself up from the
floor and slowly padded over to the teen.

"You're a hoot, kid."  Rick stated holding out his hand for the blade.  "Now be
a good boy and gi- ...  Hand grandpa the tool. " Morty clenched the weapon
tightly before stepping closer to Rick, he extended his hand out as to give the
man the blade but with an instinct decision pushed the
elder down, Rick processing the attack didn't register the teen over him, the
boy sliced Rick's face with the blade causing a blood trail to
leak down the right side of his face.

"You little bitch!"  Rick said trying to pull himself up.  Morty was too quick
delivering a hard blow to the elders stomach, and a few more stabs from the
blade.  

Morty pounced on top of Rick endlessly stabbing the elder till he stopped
moving.  Just like Snuffles.  

The teen, looked down at his work, a smile planted on his face he felt
like he finally won.  But there was another problem...  The realization of
actually murdering his grandfather set in, more tears than before streamed down
his small cheeks, landing on the floor.  He slowly crawled over to Rick's
discarded sweater and slipped it on, he also made his way over to the panties
and slipped them on before standing up.  He looked through various boxes Rick,
had piled up until he found a wireless connecter.  

If there was one thing he loved it was that Rick actually taught him things,
other Rick's either acted as if their Mortys were too stupid to learn, or they
wanted to protect them.  But not his.  It took no time to hook the device up to
his grandfather and turn it on.  He had to hook the device up to his own brain
to actually interact with the deceased elder, which he took care of doing.

He cut out his eye, to his surprise felt very little pain...  More of
a deep sense of pleasure and regret.  Once the device was set in he tried it
out by making Rick stand.  Which he did.  The corpse did what he told it to
with a droopy looking expression, something Morty would have to fix later, but
first things first he'd need a way to cover his exposed bleeding eye socket and
clean up the mess on the floor.  Well making Rick clean up the mess he had a
long day and wanted a nap.

Once the teen laid in his bed visions of other Rick's being controlled by him
danced through his imagination.
Chapter End Notes
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