AN: Again, I've got no excuses for the origin of this idea…

This particular chapter is set pre S1EP2.

More Rick Than You Think – Chapter 1: A Dog is Good Company

Rick Sanchez was a man who had experienced a lot in his long life.
We're not just talking about exotic plants that he had discovered on far off planets or strange lifeforms that he had encountered and who had defied all sense of logic.
He was a man who had fucked everything that was fuckable in the known universe and had indulged in every kink that existed under the sun – well, suns, moons, collapsing stars… you get the idea.

Yet, it seemed almost ironic in comparison that in all his life, he had fathered only one offspring – at least as far as he knew – and that was his sweet daughter, Beth, that he had with an almost boringly normal and decent human woman on earth, Diane.

Now, being a man of science, Rick knew that genetics were a bitch and they were responsible for passing down the best but also the worst of yourself to your offspring.
He could easily see it in Beth who was incredibly smart and had a keen perception but also the bad habit of alcohol abuse to deal with the bullshit of her daily life.
However, he didn't see all too much of himself in his grandchildren.
Well, maybe something could be found in Summer who was pretty tough and quick to adapt to new situations, making her a reliable companion on his adventures.
However, he couldn't ever find a trace of himself in his grandson, Morty.
Rick figured that the boy just had too much of Jerry in him and that was probably a good thing. It made them so different that they were practically opposites and that was also what made them fit together as partners in crime so perfectly well.
Putting also into consideration what a depraved bastard he was – in his own book anyway – it was probably for the best that not too many of his traits were being passed down the line.

Now, of course, you could imagine the surprise that Rick Sanchez felt when one day he discovered that Morty might not have been as different from him as he thought.
No, in the end Morty Smith proved to be just as fucked up as his grandfather.
He was more Rick than the scientist had ever thought.

It all started on a seemingly normal day – a Thursday afternoon, to be precise.
Beth and Jerry were both still at work and Summer was hanging out with her friends.
Morty, having no friends, always came straight home after school and went to his room probably to make his homework – what a waste of time, Rick thought.
That's why he was going to Morty's room to drag the boy with him on a new adventure since he had to do an errand anyways and could use the company.

He was just about to burst into Morty's room – he never bothered knocking and he certainly wasn't going to start doing it now – when he heard some noises from inside.
It sounded like Morty was not alone in there. Well, either that or he was talking to himself.
As much fun as it would have been to startle – and potentially embarrass – the boy by just bursting in the room like usual, Rick actually decided to listen at the door.

"Ah ha ha ha! That tickles, Snuffles!" Morty squealed with laughter.

Oh. Morty was just playing with his dog in there.
Rick felt disappointed.
Would have been more fun to interrupt Morty while he was getting something going on with a girl, he thought. Then again with his constant anxiety and his social awkwardness the boy was probably never going to get a girlfriend unless he accidentally knocked one up and then got her to pity him enough to stay with him – just like his father, Jerry, did.

Rick shook his head at the thought. He had really thought that he had taught his daughter better than that.
Reminding himself that he wasn't actually around to teach her much of anything, he guessed that he might also be to blame a little for this.
Then again, Beth was a smart woman and really should have known better.

Feeling a bit down by all of his thoughts, Rick didn't even bother with making a dramatic entrance by throwing the door open like he usually did and instead opened it normally.
Just as he was about to tell Morty to stop playing around with the dog and come with him, he stopped in his tracks, mouth hanging open.

Morty was on his bed and playing with the family dog, all right, but not in the way that Rick had expected.
Reflexes kicking in, Rick closed the door again at least enough so that Morty wouldn't spot him as the boy had yet to notice that someone had come into the room and seen him, but still enough that he could look inside.
Why Rick did that and not just left, pretending to not have seen this and drinking until he passed out was beyond the scientist.
It was probably the rush of seeing something so wrong and forbidden and that including his usually overanxious grandson – which made this whole situation feel even more wrong – coupled with his kink for voyeurism.

So, Rick just stayed at Morty's door and watched through the slight crack that he had left at what was going on inside.
With an almost sick satisfaction, Rick noticed that he had just the perfect angle to view all of the action.

Inside, Morty was laying on his bed, completely naked and unaware that his grandfather had been halfway in his room just a few seconds before and was now watching him through the small gap of the not fully closed door.
This was only thanks to the fact that he had closed his eyes in pleasure – something he had done when he had thrown his head back and moaned deliciously from the sensations that Snuffles' rough tongue had caused him.
As the white fluffy dog that was situated between Morty's spread legs stopped licking at the inside of the boy's thigh, Morty opened his eyes again and sat up.

"Good boy." Morty praised as he ruffled his pet dog's head.

The dog nuzzled right back into the touch and then licked at Morty's palm and fingers, making the boy giggle again.

"Okay, now…" Morty started and reached for a jar that was on the bed beside him.

Rick squinted his eyes, trying to make out what was inside the mysterious jar that he hadn't noticed before now. 'Peanut butter…?'

Morty reached with two fingers of his other hand inside and scraped some of the sticky, brown substance out before he slathered it over his balls.

"Now lick it off, Snuffles." Morty instructed and the dog drove right into it.

Morty threw his head back and 'ooohed' as the dog's tongue darted out and greedily lick all of that tasty peanut butter off.

'Really, Morty? Are you that desperate to get your balls licked?' Rick thought from his observational place, crude remark on his tongue, but keeping his mouth shut as he still just continued to watch.

Morty moaned and writhed a little around on the bed while Snuffles still lavished his balls. Even after all the peanut butter was gone, the dog still continued to lick a bit more.

"Such… such a good… boy…" Morty praised a little breathlessly.

Again, he dipped his fingers into the jar and this time slathered the sticky substance on his hard shaft.
Snuffles didn't even needed an invitation and already started lapping at the base of his cock before Morty was finished coating his meaty pole with the peanut butter.

"Oh yes!" The boy moaned loudly and threw his head back again.

His hips arched a little and his dick bobbed with the movement as the small and rough tongue teased the heated flesh with quick and short strokes.
Beads of precum started to form at the tip and slowly ran down the shaft, but Snuffles didn't seem to mind as he was eagerly licking them off, too.

Morty was still mindlessly moaning "Sooo gooood, Snuffles! Gooood boooy…"

Rick was impressed at how vocal the boy could be. Getting affected by the noises and the sight, he slowly pressed a hand over the growing bulge in his pants but still kept quiet.
After all, there was no need to alert his grandson that he was there and watching the show.

Morty was as oblivious as ever as he still enjoyed his pet dog's ministrations.
Snuffles still licked eagerly at the boy's cock even though by now, the peanut butter was mostly gone and the dog was only lapping at the pre that flowed along the shaft.
After a while, the canine stopped its actions and looked expectantly at its owner, waiting for more praise again.
Panting heavily now, Morty did praise his loyal pet. The boy's face was flushed and his body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat already.
Once more, Morty took some of the contents from the jar.
This time he smeared it on his anus.

"Lick my hole now, Snuffles." He instructed the dog.

Again, the dog didn't wait long and dug right in.
As Snuffles' tongue darted out and lapped over his puckered entrance, Morty moaned loudly before he bit down his lower lip – hard.
His hips were shaking a little as he could feel sparks shooting through his body, starting from his entrance and spreading out to everywhere, reaching even up into his fingertips like an electrical current.

Rick swallowed heavily and the hand on his bulge was massaging his clothed member quite eagerly now.
Still, he refused to free his cock from the confines of his pants.
His eyes were still fixed on the sight of his writhing grandson and he couldn't look anywhere else.

Morty moaned and babbled nonsense at this point, but it seemed like he wasn't the only one that was aroused and ready for more.
Snuffles abandoned licking at the boy's opening in favor of trying to hump his dog cock against him.

"H-hold on a second, Snuffles." Morty tried to calm down his pet.

He grabbed his pillow and put it underneath his butt to give his dog better access and also to get into a more comfortable position.
Wisely enough, Morty had already lubed his asshole up beforehand because he already knew from experience that Snuffles wouldn't be patient enough at this point to wait for him to do it.
It certainly wasn't the first time that he had done this with his dog, but it might be one of the few last times because his mom was insisting on getting Snuffles neutered. Unfortunately, Morty was running out of reasons why they couldn't do that – not that he would bring his current situation up as a reason, no matter how valid it was in his book.

As Snuffles tried to mount him, Morty reached down to help and guide the canine's cock inside his ass.
He moaned as the animal penis penetrated him, pushing past the rim and diving deep inside.
Snuffles didn't give Morty any time to adjust as he was just eagerly humping into him.

'Well, shit.' Rick thought.

The hot sight of the dog rutting into his grandson had him finally freeing his own cock and stroking over the erection with quick, hard strokes.
Rick couldn't help but imagine how it would look like if Morty were to do this with a much bigger dog.
He could see Morty in front of his inner eye. On all fours and being mounted by a Doberman pinscher, taking that big dog dick, knot and all, in his ass.
The wonderfully sinful mental image made Rick squeeze himself harder and his breath quickened up yet he successfully held a groan in.

'Yeah! Take that dog cock like a little bitch in heat!'

Morty continued to moan loudly, clearly enjoying the rough fucking.
The dog's claws were digging into his hips and the white fur stroked teasingly against his balls and cock with every motion.

"So good, Snuffles! Fuck! I'm getting close!"

Rick felt himself get closer as well. With glassy eyes and an open, drooling mouth he stared fixated at the sinful sight and sped up his strokes.

'Yeah! C'mon! Cum already, you dirty little whore!'

Morty kept teetering at the edge, his whole body shaking from the pleasure that was cursing through it. It took only one last, deep thrust from the canine, the swollen knot pushing past the sphincter and emptying his hot seed inside the hole that Morty finally lost it.
With a really loud moan that sounded almost like a howl, he reached his climax and his cum sputtered over his stomach and chest, some of it also soiling Snuffles' white fur.

At the same time, Rick came inside his hand.
He had to bite his bottom lip hard, but couldn't hold a little groan back – not that Morty would have noticed it in his current state.
The old man continued to stand at the door, trying to catch his breath again and looked at his grandson who was also still panting heavily.

Morty was bathing in the sweet afterglow of his orgasm, which was still fueled on by the feeling of Snuffles' cock emptying more dog jizz into his already filled up hole.
The canine had collapsed on his stomach and the brunet was lazily petting its head, telling it that it had done a good job.

Rick only watched for a minute more and then decided that he should probably get lost before his grandson would finally notice him.
So, he wiped his cum-covered hand on a napkin that he produced from inside his lab coat and tucked his spend dick back into his pants.

Honestly, he wasn't quite sure what to think of the entire thing, but he was sure that he wouldn't address it. He'd probably just forget about it and never think about it again – that's what he mentally told himself anyways as he walked away.

Little did Rick know that this was only the beginning and he would get to witness much more of Morty's debauchery…

AN: Obviously more chapters are planned, but I can't name a date for them yet as my muse is lacking the motivation to write the next chapter at the moment.

I also like to point out that this is merely fictional and I do not personally engage or encourage anyone to have sexual relations with dogs or other animals. Thank you.