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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Fucking_Machines, Orgasm_Denial, Technobabble, Technological_Kink, Hand
      Jobs, Bondage, Cock_Rings, Pregnancy_Kink, Pregnancy_Scares, Come_Eating,
      Established_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-10 Words: 1724
****** The Machine ******
by mariachiMushroom
Summary
     Morty finds Rick using a sex machine of his own invention and decides
     to join in on the fun. fem!Morty x Rick.
Notes
     The fic was initially posted as transmale!Morty, but then I realized
     that it wasn't really true to that experience. So, now it's
     fem!Morty.
     Vaginas? In my porn? It's more common than you think.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Morty, you're home early.” Rick sounded awfully nonchalant for someone with a
piston-mounted dildo ramming into his ass. He was strapped down to what looked
like a gynecologist's exam table, his legs raised above the rest of his body
and spread open to allow full penetration of his anal cavity. His ankles were
restrained by bolted cuffs, as were his arms. Small sensors were taped all over
his body, their wires feeding into a computer which was spitting out endless
green text on its monitor.
“I-it was a half day, Rick, a-and what the hell is this!” Morty flailed.
“What, I-I can't have a hobby? Gotta keep myself, mmm, occupied while you're at
school.” From the sheen of sweat on his body, he'd been “occupied” for a while.
Morty rolled her eyes. She walked up to Rick, noting the fact that there was a
thick, black ring choking the base of his dripping cock.
“Geez, Rick, you're always making fun of me for being 'thirsty',” Morty ran a
finger through the puddle of precome gathering on Rick's belly, “but then y-you
invented a fuck machine just because you couldn't wait for me to come back?
That's a little hypocritical, don't you think?”
“D-don't strain yourself with those four-dollar words, Morty, I-ah, fuck!”
Morty was teasing the tip of Rick's dick, smearing the precome around until the
whole head glistened.
“You're talking awfully big for someone as-as tied down as you are.” Morty
grinned. Rarely was Rick ever so vulnerable, and Morty was going to milk this
for all it was worth. She took her hand away from Rick's dick, licking the salt
off his finger with an exaggerated swipe of her tongue. Rick groaned at the
sight.
Morty walked around to where Rick was being impaled. A hydraulic piston worked
the arm-thick dildo in and out. A white ring of frothy lube gathered on the rim
of his stretched-out hole.
“Like what you see?” Rick called.
“Uhh, yeah, yeah I do.” The thought of being pinned down, stretched and filled
like this sent a curl of heat between her legs. Morty squeezed her legs
together, feeling the slickness dripping from her folds. Just watching the
dildo go in and out of Rick's body was obscenely fascinating.
As Morty observed the machine, she noticed the speed of thrusting wasn't
constant. The piston sped up and slowed down, not in any kind of predictable
pattern, but not randomly either. Rick was covered in sensors; was he
controlling the machine with his thoughts somehow?
“So, Rick,” said Morty, walking back into Rick's view, “how does this thing
work?”
“T-these sensors on m-my body measure my reaction-ng!” Rick cut off when Morty
put a hand on his dick.
“Keep going,” said Morty, stroking up and down. “I-I love it when you talk
nerdy to me.” Rick panted, his chest heaving as he tried to maintain focus over
the dual assault on his ass and dick.
“T-the data, ah, gets fed to the computer, which, which calculates the speed of
the lin-linear, ah, actuator, the-the dildo, i-it's programmed to fuck me for
a-a set time,” he shuddered through his words.
“So how long have you been here?”
“I-I set it for two hours.” Rick pointed up at the ceiling. Above their heads
was a clock, currently at “28:39” and ticking down. Morty whistled.
“Wow, Rick, you must be ready to burst.” Rick nodded.
Rick's dick pulsed in his hand, awakening an ache inside of Morty. There were
much better ways to occupy the remaining half-hour than just stroking Rick. She
shed her pants and leapt onto the metal table, straddling Rick's body, nestling
the base of Rick's dick between her folds. From this angle, she could imagine
Rick's throbbing cock was his own, and that thought produced another wave of
slickness.
Rick, pinned below. Rick, eyes fluttering, moaning and drooling shamelessly.
Rick, utterly vulnerable to whatever Morty wanted to do. Shit, she needed to be
fucked yesterday. Morty guided Rick's dick to his dripping hole and sank down
on him, reveling in the sweet stretch.
Rick's mouth opened in a silent scream. The piston paused while full deep into
Rick's body. The scrolling text on the computer's monitor turned red.
“Oh no, Rick, w-what happened? Did I break it?” Rick's chest was heaving, his
face screwed in concentration.
“No, no, Morty,” he gasped, “you didn't fuck up. I-it's all connected, the-the
machine, the cock ring, i-it's wireless, I-I set it to keep, keep me from
coming u-until the timer ran out.” He writhed against his restraints as his
body strained to come against the barrier. “I can't, oh god, you're driving me
crazy.” His muscles tensed, biceps and abs bulging out of his loose skin as he
tried to rip out of his restraints. He thrust upwards, but the dildo impaled in
his ass pinned him down. The feel of Rick throbbing inside him drove her wild.
She clenched tight, grinding the hard prick against his g-spot.
“Ah, fuck, Morty, fucking strangle my cock with your cunt, I-I can feel-” Rick
paused for a moment. “Wait, y-you didn't put on a condom, did you.” Morty
answered with a moan as she moved her hips up and down, pulling up until only
the tip was inside him and then sinking back down until she was stuffed
deliciously full.
“I-it's fine, I'm getting my period tomorrow.”
“You idiot, Morty, you could still get knocked up!”
“Ah, Rick, i-it doesn't matter, you can't come like this anyway.”
“Well, don't expect me to take re-resp—care of your incest baby.”
“I-I'll pull out before the countdown ends.” Rick opened his mouth to complain
further, but at that moment, the machine started up again. Rick's eyes
fluttered as he was overcome by the sensation. The only noises escaping his
mouth now were moans of pleasure, as he gave himself up to being screwed.
Rick was strapped down too tightly to thrust, so Morty had to raise and lower
herself to get any friction. After several minutes of enthusiastic humping, her
legs were burning. She panted, resting on his knees while her fingers worked
his clit.
“M-Morty, it's easier, a button, the-the cock ring, press the button.”
“This one? Oh!” Morty gasped as the cock ring vibrated, sending spasms of
pleasure straight into the core of her. She ground her clit into the vibrating
ring, clenching as hard as she could. It took only a few moments before Morty
came, curling in on himself as her abs contracted automatically. Her cunt
spasming around Rick's dick, trying to draw the organ in deeper. When the
aftershocks died down, Morty turned off the vibration and flopped onto Rick's
chest. Rick's hard cock twitched deep inside him, overstimulating, but still
good. Distantly, she heard a series of beeps.
“Morty, get off.” Rick whispered in a strained voice.
“I-I already did, gimme a moment.” Morty's body was completely floppy.
“No, Morty, get off me, you only have a couple seconds left, I-I won't be able
to hold back.” Instead of obeying Rick, Morty held on tighter, even wrapping
his arms and legs around Rick's torso.
“Do it, Rick, I-I wanna feel you in me.”
The clock sounded a low tone as the countdown ended. The cuffs holding Rick's
hands clicked open, as did the cock ring. The dildo retreated from Rick's ass.
Rick grabbed Morty's ass, thrusting up into her with all the force he'd been
denied.
“Ah, shit, Morty, I'm coming, I'm gonna pour a baby into you, ah, fuck!” Rick
came so hard, Morty could feel each spurt of hot jizz hit her inner walls,
slicking Rick's thrusts. She moaned through another orgasm.
“Fuck, Morty, you'll be the death of me.” Before the aftershocks faded, Rick
pulled out, dripping jizz all over the table. Gripping the table for support,
Rick grabbed his lab coat and draped it over his naked body.
“W-where are you going, Rick?”
“Gotta go pick up something, be right back.”
“Wait, Rick-” Rick portaled out, abandoning Morty on the padded table.
Each second that passed chilled Morty's gut a degree colder. Shit. Maybe she
shouldn't have jumped on Rick's dick like that. Was this Rick running away from
his problems yet again? Rick's body heat was dissipating from the vinyl
surface. The mixture of jizz and slick dripping from between Morty's legs
cooled unpleasantly.
Morty curled in on himself, trying not to cry. All she had wanted was a little
of her grandpa's warmth. The thought that, now, she might have an entirely
unwanted keepsake made Morty feel sick. Oh god, morning sickness was a sign of
pregnancy, she was so fucking knocked up right now-
In panic, Morty rolled off the table. Her wobbly legs refused to support him,
and she collapsed to the ground. The hungry metal floor sucked the heat from
her body, but she couldn't find the will to pick herself up.
“A bed's a lot more comfortable than the floor, Morty.” At the sound of Rick's
voice, Morty whipped his head around.
“Rick, you're back!” Morty clung to Rick's leg, knowing that she looked
pathetic, but not caring as long as she had something solid to hold on to.
“Well, yeah, that's what I said. Must be prom night 'cause they were completely
sold out at the first CVS.” Rick picked up Morty and positioned him upright on
the table. He handed Morty a white pill and a bottle of water. “Here, take
this.”
“What is it?”
“It's the morning after pill, I-I mean, what else would I be giving you right
now? It'll make you feel like hell for the next week, but you deserve it after
pulling a stunt like that.”
“Oh. Umm, thanks.” Morty swallowed the pill, chasing it with the water. When
Morty finished drinking, Rick took the bottle and drained it in one long pull.
“Sorry, Rick, for barging in like that.” Rick sat next to Morty, wrapped his
arm around his shoulders.
“Hey, don't even trip, dawg. Happens to everyone.” Rick pecked a kiss on
Morty's forehead. “That was still the hottest fucking thing we've ever done.
Tell you what, lets go shower, a-and then I'll calibrate this thing for your
size. Hm? What do you say to that?”
“Okay.” Morty wrapped her arms around Rick's waist as they walked upstairs.
End Notes
     Utterly random fantasy I had. Hope you enjoy!
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