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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Morty_Smith, Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty)
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Omega!Morty, Knotting,
      Knotting_Dildos, Alternate_Universe
  Collections:
      Rick_and_Morty:_All_the_Alternate_dimensions
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      Published: 2015-10-28 Updated: 2016-04-19 Chapters: 2/? Words: 1741
****** Outta This World ******
by AwGeez
Summary
     Morty Smith was born a Beta; well, he supposedly was. When he
     presents as an Omega after a sudden heat, his life is forever
     changed. It isn't a surprise when he turns out to be an Omega, but he
     certainly isn't happy about it. Especially since Rick has been
     treating him differently. And he might have a bond with his
     grandfather. A REAL close bond.
     Tags to be updated as fic is.
     (1/16/2018- I am no longer going to work on this. I will finish what
     I have written and that will be the last chapter I upload to this
     fic, if you want to continue it on your own, message me. I will give
     you the details I have on it.)
Notes
     Dear Lord,
     I have sinned.
     Unbeta'd. Need an editor. Please help me. I can't write.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Intro *****
It's 1:45 in the morning when Morty wakes suddenly and he swears he is going to
die. It is the middle of summer and his room has become a sauna, causing his
clothes cling to his body uncomfortably. Where his shirt has risen up, he can
feel beads of sweat roll down his back. The droplets use his spine as slide and
slip down in the crevice of his ass. He groans at shakes in mild disgust before
removing the suffocating covers and rolling onto the floor when his legs give
out. He must have slept on them wrong; they tingle as he tries to place them on
the floor, twinges of prickling pain shooting up his leg. He pulls himself up
from the floor, sluggishly making his way downstairs.
 
His breath feels hot and heavy as he wobbles down the steps. The scratchy
dryness of his throat, the warmth on his skin, and the overwhelming feeling of
exhaustion makes him wonder if he's ill. The last time he ever felt this way is
when Rick released an alien virus in the house, 'by accident' he insisted
between several needle pricks. The thought worries him, thinking it might be
something worse. Morty tries to forget, shuffling into the kitchen.
 
He reaches the doorway when he hears familiar humming. The clink of bottles and
pale light emanating from the corner of the room tells him Rick is home, and
he's definitely trying to get drunk.
 
More than usual.
 
He ignores the elder man and pushes past him to the cabinet. Rick shuts the
refrigerator and turns to face Morty, popping the cap off a beer with his
teeth. “Hey, Mor-EURgh-ty, it's-it's a bit late for a midnight snack, i-isn't
it?” He takes a swig of the beer and Morty ignores him, going to the sink after
grabbing a cup. He fills the glass with tap water and downs the liquid rapidly.
A huge sigh of relief escapes him once it's empty. Rick raises a brow after
gulping down some more alcohol. “You-you alright th-there, champ? You- Morty
you don't l-look good,” He questions, genuine concern in his voice.
 
“I-I'm fine. Just a bit of a fever, th-th-that's all.”Rick doesn't believe him
for a second and sets down the beers. He reaches his hand out to touch Morty's
forehead. A gasp comes from them both. Rick's hand feels like an icepack
against his temple and he moans into the touch.
 
“Jesus-Jesus Christ, Morty. You're burning up!” He grabs his chin, tilting his
head to inspect him.
 
“I said I'm fine!” Morty slaps his hand away with the outburst before swiftly
turning back to the sink for a refill. “It's j-j-just a small f-fever. I ju-
just need some water.” His hand shakes as he brings the water to his lips. Rick
is eyeing him carefully, worry very apparent in his furrowed brow. He scents
the air before backing away with wide eyes.
 
“Oh my God. M-Morty...” Morty gives a puzzling look. He stops drinking and puts
the glass on the counter quickly. His thighs feel suddenly wet. Did he spill
water on himself? He stares down at his shorts, shocked to find only his boxers
wet. The floor is dry and his shirt shows no sign of drips. He look confusedly
back at Rick.
 
“Rick...”
 
“I-I-I think you- you're going into heat, Morty,”he says in disbelief. Morty
shakes his head.
 
“I can't go into heat! I'm a Beta!”
 
“Well, apparently not,” Rick says while pointing downward.
 
He pressed a hand to the wet spot, feeling a spreading warmth there. His hole
clenches with the small touch and Morty cringes at the feeling. He's suddenly
aware of Rick's presence, a strong scent of chemicals and cheap detergent and
booze and Alpha. He whimpers and backs away, usually the opposite of Omega
behavior. He stares intently at his grandfather, pleading for help.
 
“You have to help me!” He steps towards Rick, but the Alpha steps away.
 
“I'll go get Beth and Jerry, Morty. S-stay calm. It's-it'll be okay.” Rick
dashes upstairs, leaving Morty in kitchen who's a sobbing mess. His body feels
foreign and he's never been so afraid. Even all the adventures through the
universe were ever this frightening. He screws his eyes shut, praying for the
feeling of dread to leave.
 
***** The Heat *****
Chapter Summary
     Morty goes through his first heat.
Chapter Notes
     Oh god, this chapter. I'm so sorry.
     Unbeta'd.
     Enjoy (?).
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jerry is on him in an instant; for an Omega male, he is surprisingly strong as
he lifts Morty up and carries him to his room. Morty can hardly breath, throat
hot and scratchy as he tries to inhale. The small boy lifts his hand towards
Jerry, mouth opening to say something before he shushes him.
 
“Calm down, son. I'll go get some towels and other things for you. Try to
relax.” Morty whimpers as his father leaves him alone in the room. His body
feels foreign as he shakes sweatily into the sheets. He slips his fingers down
to his hole, grimacing at the unfamiliar slimy liquid running down. Despite the
disgust he feels, he continues rubbing circles there; it eases him a little
before a cramp wracks his body.
 
“Fuck!” He stops the motions and clutches his abdomen, shutting his eyes
tightly. His head is swimming with heat and pain. The gentle press of a cool
hand lets off some of the pressure. He opens his eyes and Jerry is putting a
cold washcloth on his forehead. He smiles with reassurance as he helps Morty to
a sitting position. There are several objects on the bed now, some recognizable
and others not at all. His eyes are immediately drawn to what is clearly a
dildo, life-like andHUGE.
 
“Uh-uh, dad-” He swallows a lump in his throat as he assesses the silicon
penis. It's a pale peachy colour and there is a button near the base. “What-
what exactly is this?”
 
Jerry is uncomfortable, but he puts on a caring smile as explains,”This is a
knotting dildo. You use it during heats to help alleviate any…discomfort. It
helps with the feeling of not having an alpha to knot you. When you're close to
orgasm...you press the button and it swells.”
 
Morty can feel the blood drain from his face. The entire concept is frightening
and alarming. He's going to have to put this in his ass. This gigantic plastic
monster of a dildo. And it gets bigger? The teenager was finding the whole
thing hard to handle. He feels faint, like he's going to pass out when Jerry
puts a hand on his shoulder and gives him a look of concern.
 
“It's okay to be scared, son. It is perfectly natural. You'll be fine. Trust
me.” He rises from the bed and walks to the door. “I'll check on you from time
to time, and bring food or anything else you need. Just call if you need me.”
Jerry finally leaves him on his own, allowing Morty to wallow in his
embarrassment and fright.
 
He picked the dildo up, feeling the silicon. It was frighteningly realistic.
The creator of it certainly paid attention to detail, veins creeping up the
sides with a reddish tint. Morty is sweating partially from the heat and
partially from fear. He has a feeling he's going to need this, however. The
slick sticking to his thighs reminds him of his churning heat. He peels his
shorts off and rubs his twitchy hole again. There's more pleasure than pain
this time and Morty quickly finds himself slipping a finger into himself. His
breath hitches. It feels amazing and it is such a relief.
 
He wiggles the digit around, trying to fit it in as far as he can. He whines as
he twists it, not quite able to reach the right spot. It feels like an itch he
can't scratch. One finger soon turns into two as he tries to stretch himself
wider. It only makes him more desperate. He can not believe that he is able to
fit a third, but he does. A fourth digit makes its way in, a primal moan
tumbling out of his mouth in response. He has reached his limits, but he
continues stretching and thrusting his fingers. Despite his best effort, the
twisting and thrusting still isn't quite what he needs. He knows he's going to
have to use the knotting dildo. He tried avoiding it, but it's his only option.
Morty grabs the toy and the lube. He slicks it up, even though his fingers are
already covered in his natural lubricant, and lies on his back.
 
The girth and length makes it hard to maneuver the dildo, his wrist bending
strangely in attempt to get close to his hole. He does his best to line up the
toy to his entrance from the awkward angle, pressing the thick head against it.
It's cold at first and it burns when he begins to push in. The head isn't even
fully in and he feels like he's shoving his fist up there instead of a dildo.
Digging his nails into his thigh to ease the pain, he proceeds pushing it in.
Halfway through he stops to catch his breath, unaware he was holding it in the
first place. The pressure and stretch is incredibly uncomfortable but his
primal instincts pumping serotonin into his blood creates a blossoming warmth
and lust. A rush of slick eases the pain and allows a smoother entrance. It
slips in with a loud noise, like gurgling, as air escapes around the toy. His
anus spasms a bit, slick splashing onto his thighs. An ungodly noise rips from
his lips. He tries to regulate his breathing, but the thickness of the toy in
his cavern is too much. He slowly starts to pull it back out and the friction
is amazing. Within minutes he's pushing it in and out rhythmically. Once he
hits the swollen gland made to stimulate, he thrusts with earnest until he cums
with a shuddering orgasm.
 
He does this so many times he loses count. Jerry brings him towels and wipes to
clean up since he's too sensitive to shower. He eats foods he normally picked
at and drinks so much water he's shocked he hasn't had to pee that often. The
toy starts to lose battery after his fifth session, so he has to ask Jerry
embarrassingly to change them.
 
He passes out around 2:30 AM two days later. and his heat is finally over.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry for the long wait! I've been doing a lot of work and
     paperwork since it's nearing the end of the semester where I am. I'll
     be free at times, but it's not a guarantee.
     This chapter was excruciating. Writing smutty things always gives me
     anxiety and fear. Reading over this was painful. However, I hope you
     find something good about it. I try.
     Thanks for reading!
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End Notes
     This is my first fanfiction in a looooong time. Bare with me.
     And thanks for reading!
     -Awtumn
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