Chapter 147 - Mall

Rick and Morty Multiverse

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

Night time

Sunday 

Hours blurred together as Morty and Rick engaged in an unrelenting fusion of passion. Rick, now fully immersed in her newfound femininity, felt every fiber of her being rewritten. Her body ached in ways that made her forget she had ever been a man.

Morty lay on a makeshift bed in the cave, the bioluminescent fungi on the ceiling casting a soft, pulsing glow. The cave's natural warmth, amplified by residual geothermal energy, made a bedroom unnecessary. He turned his head, gazing at Rick—her silver hair sprawled across the fabric, her chest rising and falling in steady, peaceful rhythm.

Then something caught Morty's attention. His HUD interface flickered.

[ Alert: Universal constants recalibrated. Quantum entanglement stabilized. ]

Cortana's voice echoed in his neural link.

[ Analysis complete. The overlapping of universes has fully rewritten baseline reality. Subject: Rick Sanchez—always female. Subject: Morticia—your biological twin. Cause-and-effect immunity detected. You remain unaffected due to your position outside of standard temporal flow. ]

Morty exhaled, running a hand through his hair. 

"So… you're tellin' me everything just… rewrote itself? No paradox backlash? No residual quantum echoes?"

[ Affirmative. The divergence has been fully integrated. No anomalies detected. ]

He chuckled, shaking his head. 

"Damn. So Rick's always been a woman, huh? Guess that explains why she—uh—was so damn enthusiastic."

Rick stirred beside him, stretching lazily before blinking up at him with a groggy smirk. 

"Mmm… damn, Morty. You're one hell of a partner… I feel like my body's been through a particle accelerator—twice."

Morty smirked. 

"Heh. Maybe 'cause it kinda has. You adjusted fast, huh? No lingering 'guy memories'?"

Rick rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. 

"Pfft. If I was a dude, I sure as hell don't remember it now. Honestly? I don't give a shit. Feels like I was always like this." She trailed a finger along his chest. 

"And you don't seem too upset about it either."

Morty exhaled, staring at the ceiling's soft glow. 

"Nah. Not really. I mean, reality's just a sandbox to me now, y'know? The only thing that matters is what I want it to be."

Rick smirked. 

"Spoken like a true goddamn anomaly."

Morty chuckled, pulling her closer. 

"Damn right."

Morty leaned back against the cool stone wall of the cave, still catching his breath. He glanced at Rick, who was sprawled beside him, her silver hair messy, skin glistening under the soft glow of bioluminescent fungi.

"Hey, Rick," Morty started, running a hand through his own hair. 

"What about Diane? Y'know… my grandma? You want me to bring her back?"

Rick, who had been idly tracing patterns on Morty's chest, froze. Her expression shifted from post-coital satisfaction to deep thought, eyes narrowing as if calculating the weight of the question.

"Diane…" she murmured, the name rolling off her tongue like a relic of a forgotten time. She closed her eyes, picturing her late wife. The memories were vivid—her voice, her touch, the way she used to look at Rick with both love and frustration. 

Then, an unexpected thrill ran through her. The idea of sharing Morty with Diane, of introducing her to the pleasures she had succumbed to, sent a shiver down her spine. She bit her lip, suppressing the heat rising in her again.

Morty raised an eyebrow. 

"Uh, Rick?"

Rick shook herself out of the thought, exhaling sharply. 

"Tch. Shit, Morty… That's, uh… a hell of an offer." She stretched, still very much naked, before glancing at him with a smirk. 

"I mean, if anyone can pull it off, it's you. But… not yet. Not now. I wanna be ready when I see her again."

Morty studied her for a moment before nodding. 

"Alright. Whenever you're ready, just say the word."

With that, he stood up, grabbing his clothes and beginning to get dressed. Rick watched him, a lazy smirk still on her lips.

"You really are somethin' else, Morty," she muttered.

Morty chuckled as he buttoned his shirt. 

"Heh. Yeah, I get that a lot."

As the ship broke through the planet's atmosphere, Morty leaned back in his seat, glancing at Rick, who was now fully accustomed to her new form. She had her feet up on the dashboard, arms crossed, completely unbothered by the fact that the universe itself had rewritten history.

When they finally arrived home, Beth, Summer, and Morticia were already waiting for them at the entrance. Their expressions were a mix of relief and confusion, as if their minds knew something had changed, yet the details eluded them.

"Welcome back!" Beth greeted, though her tone carried an underlying sense of unease.

"Wait… why did you two leave in the first place?"

Summer frowned. "Yeah… I feel like something happened, but I can't remember what."

Morticia, standing beside them, crossed her arms. "Same. Something's off."

Rick let out a sigh, rolling her eyes. "Long story short? Universe went screwy, rewrote itself, and now I've always been a woman."

She stretched her arms behind her head.

"Oh, and yeah, I slept with Morty. A lot."

The three women stared, their eyes widening in shock.

"You—what!?" Summer nearly choked.

Beth opened her mouth to protest but found no words. Instead, she glanced down at her belly, then at Summer and Morticia—realizing all of them were pregnant. Somehow, deep down, it made sense.

A heavy silence filled the air before Morticia finally exhaled, placing a hand on her stomach. 

"...Well, I guess that explains this."

The initial shock faded quicker than expected. As bizarre as it all was, their rewritten reality made it feel… natural.

Morty, unbothered by the reaction, simply clapped his hands. 

"Alright, cool. Now that we got that out of the way, I'm making dinner."

Without waiting for a response, he headed to the kitchen, leaving the three women to exchange glances before finally accepting their new reality.

When dinner was over and cleaned up their plate heading to their beds. Morty's heart raced as he stepped into his room, the sight of the four naked women greeting him like a feverish dream. 

The aroma of their desire filled the space, a potent cocktail of scents that sent his senses into overdrive. Rick, her eyes glinting with mischief, sauntered over, her newfound curves swaying with each step. She took his hand and pulled him closer, her soft, wet lips pressing against his ear.

"Remember the time when you said you could handle any reality?" she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. 

"Well, I'm still under that aphrodisiac, Morty. And I need you to take care of me."

Her words were a siren's call, and Morty found himself unable to resist. He looked around the room, his gaze lingering on the expectant faces of his family members.

Morty's smirk grew wider as he took in the sight before him, his cock already standing at full attention. He stepped forward, his eyes darting from one eager face to the next. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed Summer's waist, pulling her closer and grinding against her. Her eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing into his chest. 

Meanwhile, Beth and Morticia moved closer, their hands exploring each other's bodies as if they were discovering new lands. The room was a symphony of gasps and whispers, each woman's touch setting the others alight with desire. Morty's eyes were glazed with lust as he kissed Summer deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hands roamed over her soft flesh.

The room was a chaotic symphony of moans, grunts, and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh. Morty's hands were everywhere, gripping hips, squeezing breasts, spreading thighs. His mouth moved from one eager pussy to the next, lapping at juices and sucking on clits until the women screamed in ecstasy. 

He fucked them in every hole, his massive cock stretching them wide, filling them completely.They came on his dick, on each other's fingers and tongues, their bodies writhing and convulsing in a never-ending cycle of pleasure.

Hours passed, and the room grew thick with the scent of sweat and cum. The women were a mess of tangled limbs and flushed skin, their faces slack with exhaustion and satisfaction. Morty, however, showed no signs of stopping. His stamina seemed endless, his desire insatiable.

As the night wore on, Morty's relentless pace finally began to slow. Hepulled out of Rick's dripping pussy with a wet squelch, his massive cock still rock hard and glistening with their combined juices.He sat down on the edge of the bed, his chest heaving and his muscles slick with sweat.

The women lay sprawled across the mattress, their bodies limp and spent. Semen oozed from their well-used holes, pooling on the sheets beneath them. Morty's eyes roamed over their unconscious forms, a satisfied smirk on his face.

His stamina was truly endless. Even after hours of non-stop fucking, his dick remained erect, throbbing with the need for more. He reached down, wrapping a hand around his shaft and giving it a slow pump. A bead of pre-cum formed at the tip, mixing with the dried fluids coating his skin.

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Rick and Morty Multiverse

1 month and 6 day upon arrival (Normal time Axis)

Afternoon

Monday 

A few days later, Morty had been steadily working on his company while expanding his control over the world with the help of his daughter. He had a lot of help from Reagan who worked on their research technology facilities. 

He was also still studying at school considering he was not bound by their dimensional space and was able to be in multiple places at once where he stayed at school to keep up with his large number of women in school like andavaverse and Pamela. 

At the current time, Morty was shopping with Morticia, Summer alongside her friends Tricia and Nancy who became somehow hotter than normal realizing that the overlapping universe also had some upgrade. 

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The group wandered through the upscale shopping district, scanning racks of designer clothing and accessories. Morty, hands in his pockets, sighed as he followed behind them, barely paying attention. 

"Why am I even here?" he finally asked, exasperated. 

Summer smirked, placing a hand on her hip. 

"Because we need a guy's opinion, duh." 

Morty glanced at her waist, noticing the sleek device wrapped around her.

"You didn't forget what I told you about that, right?" 

Summer rolled her eyes. 

"Yes, Daddy, I remember." 

"Not joking, Summer," Morty said, his tone serious. 

"That device is masking your pregnancy, but if you lose it or break it, you know what will happen." 

"Relax, I got this," Summer assured him, patting the device.

"Besides, it's not like I'm doing backflips." 

Morty sighed but let it go. 

"Alright, whatever. I'll wait outside." 

Summer, Tricia, Nancy, and Morticia disappeared into the changing room, which was more than spacious enough for the four of them. As they sorted through their outfits, Tricia casually leaned against the wall, smirking at Summer.

"By the way, Morty was amazing at the party."

Nancy blinked in confusion. 

"Wait… what?"

Tricia stretched, looking all too pleased with herself.

"Oh yeah. Best night ever."

Nancy's jaw dropped. 

"You mean—you actually…?"

Morticia, who had been quietly browsing through the clothes, suddenly tensed up, her face turning bright red.

Tricia grinned, not missing a beat. 

"Oh, and you're not the only one. Right, Morticia?"

All eyes turned to the shy, timid girl, who looked like she wanted to disappear. She gripped the hem of her dress tightly, refusing to meet anyone's gaze. 

"U-Um… I…"

Nancy's mouth fell open. 

"No way! Morticia too?!"

Tricia laughed. 

"You wouldn't expect it, huh? But yeah, she had her fun too."

Morticia let out a soft whimper, burying her face in her hands.

"T-Tricia, don't say it like that…"

Nancy, still in disbelief, turned to Summer.

"Wait a minute… the way you're acting…" She squinted suspiciously.

"You've slept with him too, haven't you?"

Summer froze, her playful expression faltering. 

"Wha—No! I mean… I—"

Tricia narrowed her eyes. 

"Oh my god, you totally did."

Nancy's face turned red. 

"Summer, no way!"

Morticia, despite her embarrassment, peeked up at Summer, curious about her response.

Summer huffed, folding her arms. 

"Okay, but like… what if I did?" She shot them both a challenging look.

Tricia and Nancy exchanged glances before Tricia burst into laughter. 

"Girl, we need details."

Nancy, still blushing, covered her face. 

"I can't believe this conversation is happening…"

Morticia, flustered beyond belief, simply nodded in agreement, unable to say a word.