Chapter 145 - Multiverse mess.

After consideration, I give up trying. I'll try to just do what I've been doing, which is smut. 

I made him too op and rewriting this fic is pointless in my opinion since most of the time my only goal is to get the woman and make smut. 

That aside, those who are reading my Marvel: Unstoppable, I wish I can continue it but I lack knowledge and story about marvel since it's too complicated and overwhelming. 

Anyway, just enjoy. 

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Rick and Morty Multiverse

1 month and 1 day upon arrival (Normal time Axis)

Sunday 

The next day, Morty brought Morticia into his sleek, high-tech laboratory. The entire room buzzed with energy, the faint hum of machines and the glow of neon panels giving it an almost otherworldly feel. Morticia stood in the center, her petite but curvy frame framed by the stark metallic walls. She looked around, her curiosity battling with her nervousness. 

"So, uh… this is your lab?" Morticia asked, fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie. 

Morty smirked, leaning casually against a console. 

"Yep. Pretty sweet, right? State-of-the-art tech, multiversal-grade equipment, and, of course, yours truly running the show." He shot her a playful wink, causing her to blush and look away. 

"It's impressive," Morticia admitted, trying to play it cool. 

"But why exactly am I here?" 

Morty stepped closer, his eyes locking onto hers. 

"You remember yesterday when we talked about leveling up, reaching your full potential?" 

Morticia nodded cautiously. 

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with me?" 

Morty gestured toward a sleek, pod-like machine in the corner of the room. Its surface was smooth and reflective, with glowing blue lines tracing intricate patterns across it. 

"With my tech and expertise, I can help you achieve whatever version of yourself you've dreamed of being." 

Morticia tilted her head, eyeing him suspiciously. "What's the catch?" 

"No catch," Morty said, his smirk softening into a more genuine smile. 

"I've already helped others, and I'm offering you the same chance. You mentioned once you wanted to feel more… in control of how people see you. This is how. You've got the potential, Morticia, and I can bring it out." 

Morticia glanced at the chamber, then back at Morty. "So, what exactly are you offering?" 

Morty leaned closer, his voice dropping to a softer, more teasing tone. 

"I can help you achieve your dream body—stronger, faster, and, honestly, drop-dead gorgeous. Not that you're not already cute." 

Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she quickly looked away. 

"Y-You're impossible, you know that?" 

Morty chuckled, stepping back to give her space. 

"Guilty as charged. But seriously, this isn't about me. It's about you feeling like the best version of yourself. No pressure, though. If you're not ready, that's cool." 

Morticia looked down, her thoughts racing. She had always dreamed of feeling confident in her own skin, of standing out without needing to apologize for who she was. Taking a deep breath, she met Morty's eyes. 

"Alright. Let's do it. What's the process?" 

Morty's grin widened, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

"That's what I like to hear! Alright, here's the deal—this machine, my Meta-Nanite Evolution Chamber, will enhance you from the inside out. It works with your DNA to unlock hidden potential, boost your strength, and optimize… well, everything." 

Morticia arched an eyebrow. 

"Optimize… everything? That sounds intense." 

Morty shrugged, his tone casual but reassuring. "A little. But you're in good hands. Just step inside, close your eyes, and let the nanites do their thing. You might feel a little tingly, but that's normal." 

Morticia took a hesitant step toward the chamber, running her hand over its sleek surface. 

"And you're sure this is safe?" 

"Totally," Morty said, moving to the console. 

"Trust me, Morticia. I wouldn't offer this if I wasn't 100% confident you'd come out looking and feeling amazing." He shot her another playful wink. 

"And, for the record, you're already pretty stunning." 

Morticia's blush deepened, and she quickly stepped into the chamber to avoid his gaze. "Just start the thing before I change my mind." 

Morty laughed, closing the chamber's door with a soft hiss. 

"Alright, just relax. The process will take a few minutes. And don't worry—I'll be right here." 

He moved to the console, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he initiated the process. The chamber lit up, filling the room with a soft, pulsing glow. Morticia felt a gentle warmth spread through her body, followed by a faint tingling sensation that grew stronger. 

"Whoa… this feels weird," she said, her voice muffled by the chamber. 

"Don't worry, that's just the nanites doing their job," Morty said, monitoring the readings.

"You're doing great, Morticia. Just hang in there." As the process continued, Morty couldn't help but glance at the chamber with a small smile. 

'She's tougher than she gives herself credit for. This'll be good for her.'

After a few minutes, the glow dimmed, and the chamber door slid open. Morticia stepped out, her transformation immediately noticeable. Her petite frame had become more defined, her curves now striking yet balanced with a newfound athleticism. Her posture exuded confidence, and her eyes sparkled with energy. 

Morty let out a low whistle.

"Damn, Morticia. You look… incredible." Morticia glanced down at herself, her cheeks tinging pink.

"I… wow. I feel amazing." Morty walked up to her, his grin playful. 

"Told you. Now, how about we test out those new abilities of yours?" Morticia smirked, her blush fading as her confidence grew.

"Bring it on, genius. Let's see what I can do." Morty chuckled, leading her to another part of the lab. 

"That's the spirit. Let's make the rest of the multiverse jealous." 

Once they were done, Morty prepared to send Morticia back to her dimension. He set up the dimensional portal device, but as he keyed in her dimension number, a strange error message flashed on the screen. He frowned, his fingers flying across the controls to troubleshoot. 

"What's wrong?" Morticia asked, leaning closer to the console. 

Morty glanced at her, his brows furrowed. 

"This doesn't make sense. Your dimension number… it's the same as where I currently live." 

Morticia blinked, confused. 

"Wait, what? How's that even possible? I'm from a totally different dimension!" 

Morty scratched the back of his head, his mind racing. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. Something's not adding up here. Let's check it out." 

Without hesitation, Morty activated the portal, and the two stepped through. They arrived in Morty's old neighborhood, right outside the house he used to call home. At first glance, everything looked normal, but as they walked closer, something felt… off. 

Morty's sharp eyes caught subtle differences—details that didn't align with the world he knew. He cautiously approached the front door and pushed it open, revealing a living room that seemed familiar yet distinctly altered. 

Sitting on the couch was Rick—or rather, a version of Rick. She was a woman, her short silver hair tied back in a casual ponytail, and she wore a sleeveless lab coat over a simple tank top and cargo pants. She looked up from her drink, her sharp eyes narrowing as she spotted Morty. 

"What the hell did you do this time, Morty?" she snapped, standing up and crossing the room in a few swift strides. She grabbed him by the shoulder, her grip firm, as she glared down at him. 

"You better start talking, kid, because I'm not cleaning up whatever multiversal mess you just made!" 

"Whoa, whoa, easy there!" Morty said, raising his hands defensively, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. 

"I didn't do anything… at least, not intentionally." 

Morticia stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide as she stared at the female Rick.

"What… what is this? Is that… your Rick? She's a woman?" 

Rick whipped her head toward Morticia, her brow furrowing.

"And who the hell are you? Another stray Morty? Great, just what I needed." 

Before things could escalate further, Morty activated his wristband and called out, 

"Cortana, I need a scan. Now." 

A soft blue holographic figure materialized beside him, her voice calm yet efficient. 

"Scanning the dimensional coordinates now. Please hold." 

While they waited, Summer and Beth entered the room, drawn by the commotion. Summer raised an eyebrow at the sight of Morticia.

"Uh, is it just me, or does that girl kinda look like…morty?" Beth, however, froze mid-step, her gaze locking onto Morticia. 

"What… what the hell is going on? Why is there a female version of my son standing here?" 

Cortana's voice cut through the tension. 

"Scan complete. It appears the universes of Morty and Morticia have somehow merged, creating an entangled reality. This explains the dimensional overlap and the presence of alternate counterparts within the same timeline." 

Morty groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

"Fantastic. Just what I needed—a dimensional knot to untangle." 

Morticia glanced at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. 

"This is your fault, isn't it?" 

"Hey, I didn't ask for this to happen!" Morty shot back, though his voice lacked conviction. 

Rick sighed, rubbing her temples.

"Great. Another day, another multiversal disaster. Guess we better figure this out before the whole thing collapses on itself." 

Beth and Summer exchanged glances, still trying to process the surreal scene before them. 

"This is going to be a long day." Summer muttered, crossing her arms. 

Beth and Summer exchanged uneasy glances, their silence speaking volumes. Neither denied Morticia's claim, though their reddened faces betrayed their embarrassment. 

Beth cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact. 

"How did you even get that idea?" 

Morticia, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink, glanced to the side as she fidgeted with her hands.

"Well… because he, um… slept with me too," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. 

The room fell silent for a beat before Beth and Summer's jaws dropped simultaneously. 

"You mean to tell us… Morty… with you?" Summer finally managed, pointing between Morticia and Morty. 

Morticia nodded reluctantly, her gaze flicking over to Morty.

"I mean, technically, I'm just a female version of him, so it's kind of… weirdly self-explanatory?" 

Beth and Summer turned their wide-eyed stares toward Morty, who had been conveniently preoccupied with his device. 

"Morty!" Rick's voice suddenly bellowed from the garage, breaking the tension. 

"Get your ass in here before I dismantle this whole multiversal mess myself!" 

Morty looked up, his expression a mix of relief and dread.

"Uh, duty calls!" he said hastily, slipping out of the room and leaving the three women to exchange incredulous looks.

Morty entered the garage to find Rick hunched over her workbench, tinkering with a device that seemed to hum with unstable energy. The transformation from his gruff, male grandfather to this strikingly beautiful yet still cranky version hadn't gone unnoticed. 

"Alright, Morty," Rick began, not looking up from her work. 

"We've got a real shitshow on our hands, and it's gonna take a hell of an adventure to fix it. I've mapped out the materials we need, but they're scattered across dimensions. So, buckle up, kid." 

Morty stepped closer, trying to focus on the task at hand, but he couldn't help but notice Rick's changed appearance. Even with her age, there was something about her new form that was undeniably alluring. He quickly shook the thought out of his head. 

'Not gonna lie, she looks good for her age.' Rick glanced up at him briefly, her sharp eyes catching his hesitation. 

"What's the matter, Morty? Cat got your tongue, or is my brilliant plan too much for that tiny brain of yours to process?" 

Morty shrugged it off I bothered by the change

"I know what's going on but can't blame me on how things turns out." 

Rick raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. However, internally, she was struggling with her own thoughts. 

'Damn it, Rick, pull yourself together. This is your grandson, for fuck's sake! Doesn't matter how goddamn handsome and confident he's gotten… Focus on the mission!'

"Alright," Rick finally said, shoving a device into Morty's hands. 

"This is your dimension stabilizer. If we don't get this right, you and that lady version of you are gonna be stuck in one hell of a tangled mess. Let's get moving before this shit gets even weirder." Morty nodded, gripping the device tightly.

"Got it, Rick. Let's do this." 

After a long journey filled with perilous obstacles, Morty and Rick finally arrived at their last destination: a secluded island, hidden deep within a vast oceanic expanse. The island was known only in whispered legends, a place where the rare materials needed to fix the dimensional rift resided. But getting to them wouldn't be easy.

The island itself was surrounded by jagged cliffs and thick, mist-filled jungles, teeming with dangerous creatures and unstable terrain. Morty felt a rush of excitement and unease as he looked at the overgrown foliage and the towering trees. The air was thick with humidity, and every step felt like it could lead into a trap.

"We have to find the crystal vault hidden somewhere on this island," Rick said, glancing over her shoulder, her voice a mix of urgency and determination. 

"The vault holds the materials we need to fix the rift. But it won't be easy to find... or to get into."

"How do we get inside?" Morty asked, already sensing the danger that lay ahead.

"By solving a few puzzles... and avoiding the creatures that guard it," Rick replied with a smirk.

"But first, let's survive the jungle."

As they delved deeper into the dense jungle, the air grew heavier with the scent of exotic blooms and hidden dangers. Suddenly, a neon-colored spray shot out from a plant they had unknowingly brushed against, enveloping Rick in a cloud of potent pheromones. 

The sudden change in her body was overwhelming—her skin tingled, her breasts grew heavy and sensitive, and an intense, unquenchable lust overtook her. 

She stumbled backward, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the aphrodisiac took hold. Her eyes fell upon Morty, his form suddenly appearing more masculine and alluring than ever before. He looked up from his scanning device, noticing her distress and confusion.

"What's wrong, Rick?" he asked, concern etching his features.

Her voice was a desperate whisper, thick with desire.

"It's the plant, Morty. I need to—to mate. Now."

Morty's eyes widened as he took in her flushed cheeks and heaving chest. He knew the effects of the aphrodisiac all too well from his interdimensional travels. 

Without a second thought, he stepped closer, his own body responding to the primal call. The chemistry between them was palpable, and the tension grew until it snapped like a tightly coiled spring. However, Morty took Rick to a nearby cave to do their business.