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Morty Down Below
Flashing lights and sparkling colors swirled around as pulsating beats thumped all around. Occasional static and disruption would appear to distort the colors, but not enough to disrupt the experience. And it’s just what Morty wanted. In the center of this colorful storm he stood, simply tapping his foot while wearing a pair of sunglasses. His hands were in his pocket as he did little to move, simply allowing himself to vibe with the music playing, not caring much about his surroundings. He slowly bobbed his head to the beat, a stoic look on his face that didn’t change as he continued his shuffle dance. The scenery around him only became more distorted the longer he remained in the room, yet it did little to deter him, if it had any effect on him at all. It was as if he was allowing himself to become lost within the room, with no desire to leave. Unfortunately for the young man, that choice would not be his as he heard a familiar voice call out to him.
“There you are! Give me the Gaga-leidoscope!”
A moment later, the room began to shake as if an 8.0 Earthquake had hit. Morty quickly put out his hands for balance, but found nothing to hold on to. The lights and music began to shut off, leaving nothing but darkness for the young man; until that darkness was literally lifted from him and he was welcomed by the bright light of his bedroom. As his eyes adjusted, he looked to his left to see Summer holding a VR helmet with a smirk.
“Hey! Give that back!” Morty demanded as he reached for it, only to be denied by Summer’s height and reach.
“Oh, you’ve had enough of this today.” She told him.
“Y-You don’t get to tell me that!” He argued, stuttering slightly. “I can—!”
“Stop anytime you want to?” Summer finished for him. “Good. You’re stopping now. Ever since you had that last adventure with Grandpa Rick you both have been acting…not normal. And since I can’t stop him from…doing anything, I can at least stop you!”
Morty was upset, but could hear her words for what they meant. “…You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You wore this for 4 hours, Morty!” She told him. “From the moment you woke up! I mean geez, have you even had breakfast yet!?”
She reached into her pocket and tossed him a pop-tart before leaving the room with the helmet in tow. Morty took a moment to calm down before taking a bite of the pop-tart. Brown Sugar Cinnamon, his favorite. Rick used to always tease him about it, saying it was just one step above being as basic as cardboard, for both him and the pop-tart. But it was a good flavor, and one that actually got him to rise up out of bed and leave his room. As he descended the stairs, he found Summer sitting on the couch in the Den, watching Interdimensional Cable. The house was quiet, meaning that their parents must’ve been gone for the day; so Morty decided to join his sister.
“Where’s Mom and Dad?” He asked, plopping down on the couch.
“With Space Mom at Therapy.” Summer bluntly answered. “It’s Thursday, remember?”
“Oh yeah.” Morty responded, remembering his parents Therapy was weekly, while the entire family only had to go once a month. Turning to the TV, he saw that Summer was watching Man vs Car: SUV Edition. On the screen there was a muscular man, who looked as if he could easily lift 500lbs. He was currently ‘wrestling’ a Humvee, one that looked to come directly from a Military base. Surprisingly there was an actual struggle, and when the action broke away, the man cheered wildly as he held up the front bumper of the SUV in victory. The crowd cheered its approval, but it would be short-lived as the Humvee promptly ran over the man, rolling over him and leaving tire marks on his back, until the tire was able to penetrate the flesh and ripped through his muscles and spine.
“Looks like that undefeated streak is still going…” Summer commented as she sucked on a lollipop. “So what happened between you and Grandpa Rick?”
Morty wasn’t that surprised his sister was so upfront about the topic. He declined to talk about it with his parents, especially when the events at the Citadel of Ricks were so fresh in his head. But he was tired of keeping it to himself. “Me and Rick realized we have a toxic relationship…”
Summer scoffed. “I could’ve told you that.”
“You know, your relationship with him isn’t exactly the healthiest either.” Morty retorted.
“Oh I know.” She agreed. “But as a party girl, it’s expected of me to use my elders selfishly. At least until I get out of college. Go on…”
Morty could only roll his eyes as he sat back into the couch and continued. “What else is there to say? Mortys killing Ricks, monsters the human mind can’t imagine, and Rick getting the hardest drugs in existence just to ride it through. It’s been a few years, and it’s just wearing thin on me.”
“Wearing thin?” Summer repeated with a laugh. “Look who’s talking like an old man.”
“It’s called having an expanded vocabulary!” Morty shot back.
“Calm down, nerd.” She told him. “It’s called making levity of this whole situation. I mean, I’m just here because my Dorm sucks on the weekends.”
Morty understood what his big sister meant as he sunk deeper into the couch. “Huh…yeah…”
Summer took this moment to grab the remote and cycle through the channels. Though Interdimensional Cable offered an unlimited amount of channels that could be viewed at any time, Summer often struggled with finding anything decent to watch. She flipped through the offerings as Morty gazed at the screen, just as unimpressed as her sister at what was offered to him. That is, until she passed a program showing a jungle with several hunters in a clearing…and a familiar and shapely blue figure floating above them.
“W-w-wait, stop!” Morty said, sitting straight up. “Summer, go back!”
“Go back to what, the Jungle Network?” She replied. “Hey, this looks good. Butts Playing Bongos.”
She pointed to the screen, and Morty bore witness to an entire cable channel dedicated to rear ends smacking against the percussion instruments. There was a multitude of posteriors of all races, men and women, all drumming their cheeks against the wooden drums. Summer bit her lip as she saw the display on her screen.
“Ooh, someone’s been doing their Pilates.” She said under her breath. Her brother quickly grew tired of this form of entertainment though, as he grabbed the remote.
“Hey!” She shouted in protest, as Morty flipped it back to the previous channel. The image of the jungle reappears on the screen as now the two could hear a narrator voicing the scene in front of them.
“…And welcome back to the Where’s Tarzan Channel, where we search multiple jungles in multiple dimensions in search of the Lord of the Apes, Tarzan.” He informed.
“Well if that ain’t stupidest idea…” Summer commented.
Morty could care less about the channel’s premise, however. His eyes were focused, scanning the screen as the Narrator continued. “Today we are in the Congo Basin, known to be the birthplace of the pale Silverback, as he is also called. But unfortunately we have not found Tarzan, simply a group of hunters who appear to be facing off with a glowing blue woman floating high in the air.”
It was her; Planetina.
“Oh man…” You could hear both the joy and heartbreak in his voice as the memories flooded his mind. What was only a few weeks was the most joyful relationship in Morty’s life; one that he brought to an end because of her actions at a Coal Mine. His reaction to it was a regret that he replayed in his head many times.
“Wait, isn’t that your EX?” Summer realized as a grin grew on her face. “I thought even you would be on a rebound chick by now.”
Morty wouldn’t admit it, but he thought the same. While it was Jessica who he had chased through his teenage years to this moment, it was Planetina who he had more of a connection with. With Jessica he tried so hard to impress just to get noticed, while Planetina knew the real him and loved him just as much. The memories after their breakup swirled around in Morty’s mind as he jumped from moment to moment. The giant Kaiju attacks, stealing Rick’s car, the Thanksgiving Uprising with the President, Rick running off with Crows for his own adventures, the Night Family…and that’s when it hits him.
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled it out…the Portal Gun. Rick’s Portal Gun, which was given to Morty by his Grandfather. Summer instantly noticed it and smirked. “Stealing things from Grandpa Rick now?”
“He gave this to me, Summer.” Morty clarified.
Her arrogance turned to shock. “WHOA, wait! Wh-why!? Why you!?”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” He replied snarkily.
“I mean it!” She told him. “Grandpa Rick gets pissy if we even look inside of the Garage for too long, why would…”
It was at that moment that she remembered the Citadel of Ricks, its destruction, and the other events that nearly costed the lives of her brother and grandfather. “Oh…” She said, leaning back onto the couch herself. “Shit has been getting real lately, huh?”
“Yep…” Morty confirmed, almost lost in thought as he remembered those moments, but also contemplate what to do next. Through all of his adventures, he’d never thought he’d even see Planetina again.
“Sooo…are you just gonna sit there and day dream about using the gun?” Summer asked.
Morty stared at the Portal Gun, gripping it by the handle as he processed just what he was about to do. It was a battle of logic and emotion within the young man, and at that moment emotion took over. “Where’s Rick?”
“Fuck if I know…” Summer answered. “He said he had some personal, formulaic, dark past shit to take care of, but that was days ago. Sounded boring to me, anyway.”
“Good.” Morty replied, rising to his feet. He made adjustments until the red LED screen read ‘The Congo.’ From there, the young man took a step to his left and aimed it just a few feet to the right of him and his sister. Pulling the trigger, a portal opened up right in their living room, ready to send Morty to his desired destination.
“I gotta go make something right.” He told his sister. “Don’t wait up.”
“Whatever…” She answered, not even bothering to turn towards him. Morty paid her the same respect as he rushed forward, diving through the portal. A moment later, it closed behind him, leaving Summer by herself.
“Geez, about time…” She said to herself, jumping to her feet for a moment to pull her capri-pants down to the floor. Stepping out of them, she fell back onto the couch spread eagle, as she grabbed the remote and changed the channel back to Butts Playing Bongos.
“Mmmmm, hope they have twerking on this channel…” She said seductively, her hand already venturing between her legs.
…
It was just a mere moment for Morty, but still an experience that he had not yet gotten used to as he stepped out of the portal. He took a moment to look around; though he’d been in plenty of jungles before thanks to his adventures with Rick, he had rarely experienced one on Earth. The lush greenery and foliage entranced him; only in magazines and on TV had he seen such scenery, and here he was in person, taking it all in. Unfortunately his enjoyment would be cut short as the sound of a low growl creeped up his spine. It was then that Morty was reminded that he was in the Jungle, and in the Jungle you have predators. And this specific one was near the apex, the Bengal Tiger.
It roared as Morty turned to see the nightmarish creature leap into the sky, ready to come down and pounce upon its next meal. But instinct was still with Morty, as he aimed his Portal Gun and fired it, creating a gateway between them that the Tiger had no choice but to fall in. Once gone, Morty quickly closed the portal to ensure it would not return. But his relief turned to panic as he realized where he came from, and where the predator could’ve ended up.
“No! NonononononNO!”
Checking the LED display, he hoped deep down inside that the letters wouldn’t read ‘Home.’ And as he scanned it, relief came back to the young man as it instead read C-6972. The young lad breathed a sigh of relief. “Really hope that dimension doesn’t…like, have all Popes, or something. Man, Rick’s right, gotta work on my humor.”
Getting his bearings, his eyes roamed upward to the sky to see the image of Planetina floating high above. “Oh man, there she is.” Morty said as he began to pace back and forth. “I-I-I gotta think of what to say. I can’t come off as a creep. Maybe…maybe I can find a rabbit like last time and—WHOOOAAAA!!!”
A misplaced step sent Morty off balance and tumbling down a slope. Repeatedly his body flipped and bounced off the grass with such speed that the Portal Gun slipped from his hands. Thinking quickly, he reached for a nearby passing vine and clutched it, stopping his involuntary flipping but only slowing his descent down the slope. Now steady, he could see his Portal Gun tumbling down just in front of him. He stretched out his arm and reached for it, inching closer and closer as he gripped the vine with his other hand. Finally, with a desperation lunge he grabbed the gun by its handle, just as the vine snapped.
“NO!!!”
With nothing to stabilize him, Morty began to tumble again; this time safely cradling the Portal Gun to prevent it from breaking. Unfortunately, Morty would come to the end of the slope…and was greeted by only air.
“OOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”
Still flipping uncontrollably in the air, Morty had no way of stop himself; meaning he had nowhere to aim his Portal Gun for a softer landing. Faster he plummeted, only getting brief glimpses of the ground as he fell further and further. He closed his eyes, cursing himself for taking this risk, knowing the danger involved. Then suddenly, he realized he stopped tumbling, and his fall was slowing. The young man opened his eyes and saw the ground was now approaching at a much more preferred speed. It was then that he realized someone was holding him by his shirt collar. Looking up, Morty saw who his savior was…Planetina.
“Heh-heh…small world?” Morty quipped.
The stoic scowl on her face told the story, she was not amused by his joke nor was she happy to see him. However she was still a hero, and she could never allow an innocent to be harmed, not even her ex. But as she placed him down safely on the ground, she would have words with him.
“So now you’re stalking me, Morty?” She asked him.
“Okay, I know this looks weird…” Morty replied. “…and it kind of is, but I’m not stalking you. I—!”
“Really? So you just so happen to be in the Congo.” She retorted.
Morty began to stammer. “I-I-I-I…”
Her anger grew. “Or are you here to lecture me again!”
“NO! I-I-I…”
“Taking the moral high ground? Shame me while I’m trying to save this planet, and I—!”
“I WAS WRONG!!!”
That outburst silenced the Superhero. It had been a while since she’d seen Morty’s passionate side, but as he looked up into her eyes, she was compelled to listen. “I was wrong! I-I-I should’ve listened to you! We should’ve talked, I…I didn’t have any right to just shut you out like that!”
It was the last thing Planetina expected to hear from him, but something she desperately wanted to hear. “I’m sorry.” Morty continued. “I-I-I’m sorry I pushed you away. A-and I wanna make this right. With you! I-I-I wanna be with you! I don’t want to jus—!”
Planetina placed her finger on Morty’s lips, silencing as she looked into his eyes. She could see the remorse there, the regret, the sincerity. He was pouring his heart out, and stumbling over himself in the process. And she felt it.
“Morty…” She said softly. “I…I think—!”
“Aww, look at the cute couple.”
Their moment was interrupted by the reveal of a large group of poachers emerging from the bush. Each one was armed with a rifle as their leader swaggered forward, approaching the two. “Getting all kissy-kissy in the Congo, eh?”
The other poachers laughed at the joke along with their leader, all save for one in the back, who just giggled cautiously. “Yeah, even though it’s strange to see two teenagers here in the Jungle. And one with superpowers.”
“You!” Planetina turned to the poachers, her anger on display as a red aura emanated from her. “How could hurt the planet like this!? How can you hunt down innocent creatures!?”
“Easy…” The Leader promptly answered. “…with all the buckshot we can carry!”
The Poachers laughed again, their leader cackling mockingly while the cautious poacher grew more wary of the situation. “Yeah, uh, anybody else unsettled by them not being scared of our guns?”
“For your sake, I’m really hoping you’re the hunters that keep animal population down” Morty chimed in. “A-and not the ones who…like, poach…a-and post their kills on social media or in the office at their job to make themselves look superior.”
The Leader’s laughter stopped. “Don’t think I like your tone, boy. And yeah, we’re Poachers. Was out here looking to get a piece of ivory until this floating tart came along.”
“You kill Elephants strictly for their tusks!” Planetina argued.
“And we’ll do the same to you, missy.” The Leader threatened, aiming his gun at Planetina. “You may be some bleeding heart hero, but I doubt you’re bulletproof.”
“She doesn’t need to be...” Morty interjected as he adjusted the Portal Gun’s coordinates. “…because you’re gonna leave; either the easy way, or the Portal Way.”
“OK, NOW he’s threatening US!” The Nervous Poacher pointed out. “I don’t think we chose the right fight here! And can he make Portals!? I…I don’t want to be transported against my will! I just got engaged!”
The lead Poacher ignored the complaints and turned his attention to Morty. “And just who in the Hell are you?”
“The Grandson of the Smartest Man alive.” Morty answered promptly. “And you’re messing with my girlfriend.”
It was at this moment that both Morty and Planetina shared a look. It was a knowing look, as if the two had never separated and knew exactly what the other was planning to do without a second thought. The nervous Poacher seemed to recognize the look as well.
“You see that? You see!?” He pointed out. “They’re looking at each other! I bet they have some sort of elaborate fight choreography planned to take us out! Probably with—AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”
The gentleman found himself to be correct, as he fell into a portal created by Morty underneath his feet. The distraction worked perfectly as Planetina rose into the air, high above her foes. As they turned their attention back to her, she rained down rocks and stalactites, burying almost half of the poachers. The other half went on the attack, going after Morty. It was an instance the young man was ready for as he went on the move, dispatching his attackers with more portals. One by one they either ran through, fell into or were tricked into them, all disappearing into the same dimension Morty deposited the Tiger, assuring their fate might be a grim one. Within moments their numbers were dwindled, until Morty saw no one standing before him to oppose him or Planetina.
“Think you forgot one, mate…”
Behind him however, was the leader of the men Morty and Planetina had disposed of, with a rifle pointed at the back of the young man’s head. Morty could hear the click of the firing pin, which was then followed by a strong but short gust of wind. He breathed a sigh of relief as he knew what that wind meant, and as he turned around his guess was confirmed; Planetina held the lead poacher high up in the air with her.
“AH, LET ME DOWN!!!” He shouted. “I’M JUST TRYING TO MAKE AN HONEST LIVING!!!”
“By killing Elephants for their tusks!?” Morty argued.
“Oh, you think you’re so high and mighty!” The lead hunter shot back. “I’ll have you know that Ivory is a very lucrative business!”
“It has no intrinsic value!” Morty argued. “Having Ivory is basically like wearing a gold chain! Except you don’t have to hunt down endangered species just to get a gold chain!”
“Oh, please!” The hunter debated. “Like Elephants themselves have any real value in this world!”
“They are vital for the ecosystem of many rainforests and jungles!” Planetina chimed in. “Those tusks you want can be used by them to dig for water, to help not only them, but other animals who might not be able to do for themselves!”
The Lead Poacher found himself at a loss for words, not knowing how to argue out of this situation, much less escape. “Great, now I’m being lectured by friggin’ Ecology Nerds.”
“You won’t have to worry about that much longer.” Planetina told him, her eyes glowing red as she brought him closer. Out of the edge of her vision however she spotted Morty, and the look of caution on his face. He didn’t approve of what she wanted to do, but he wasn’t about to stop her. And that alone made her rethink he actions.
“I think you need to catch a flight.” She told him with a wink.
The Hunter grew terrified upon hearing that. “Oh no, you’re gonna throw me across the jungle, aren’t ya!? Still giving me a chance at survival, but potentially massive injuries so that I’ll learn my lesso—AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!”
The heroine didn’t allow him to finish, using her strength to effortlessly fling him far away, before slowly floating down to meet with Morty again. “Heh, that was a good one.” He said about her quip. “You know, always great to go with the classics.”
She didn’t answer him, instead she dropped her head and looked away. Morty was not one to give up, however. “I-I meant everything I said. I just—!”
“I know, Morty.” She interrupted.
The young man paused for a second as a thought popped up about her. “There’s someone else?”
“No.”
At that moment, in his mind, Morty was partying harder than any galactic bash that his grandfather could ever come up with. “We can’t just forget everything that happened, though.” Planetina continued. “There are still problems; I mean your Mom—!”
“Is a hypocrite and won’t matter.” Morty told her. “Look, I-I-I wanna make this work. I wanna fight for us because…I love you! I-I-I wanna be with you, go out, go for a walk on the beach! A-and then clean up that beach, to make it safer! I wanna share an Ice Cream with you again, that’s vegan! A-and no GMO so—MMMPPHH!!!”
His heartfelt declaration was cut off by Planetina’s lips as they pressed against his. She wrapped her arms around him and he quickly did the same, though his focus soon shifted to her lower region as he began to grope her backside. She moaned in delight, she always enjoyed the special attention he paid to it, but she didn’t want to move too fast.
“Morty, I…” She could barely escape his lips, and she didn’t want to. She came to the Congo to get lost in her mission as a Superhero, so she could forget the heartbreak. But here she was in the middle of the Congo, prepared to get wrapped up once again.
She turned, and Morty continued to caress her as she could feel his bulge hardening against her cheeks. He went to work on the zipper of her suit, bringing it down to her lower back as she let the top half slide off, revealing her ample blue breasts. Morty immediately cupped them, playing with her nipples as she bit her bottom lip. She always loved how he paid so close attention to them. He then began kissing on her neck, as his hands slowly made their way down her body. Once they reached her stomach, Morty ventured lower and let the remainder of her suit fall off, only leaving her boots on.
The passion of the moment began to take over for Planetina as well, as she picked Morty up back onto his feet and the two smashed into a nearby tree, making out with nature around them. She hiked her leg up, rubbing it against Morty before he grabbed her thigh, holding her close. Memories flooded into their heads about the late nights spent in Morty’s room, making out silently to not wake his family, and often much more. Their passion led to the two falling onto the grassy knoll, Morty on top of Planetina. He rose up on his knees, fumbling to take his shirt off as Planetina worked on his pants. Soon they were unbuckled and Morty tossed his shirt to the side, before finally noticing Planetina’s breasts in the sunshine of the jungle.
This was further than Morty ever thought he would get at this moment. He expected a simple talk, maybe catching up with some ice cream like before. But as he sat there, practically naked with his cock hardening, he looked back down at Planetina to see her seductively biting her lips and nodding her head. She wanted it as well, and Morty was not about to travel to the Congo just to disappoint her.
He took his cock and began to rub it against her moist pussy lips, teasing her as he prepared himself for entry. She cooed in approval, anticipating his cock as her legs spread wider. Once suitably lubed, Morty took his stiff cock and slowly pressed it against her snatch…before moving it lower and pressing it against her asshole. He then pushed forward, the head of his cock entering slowly, followed by the shaft as Planetina gritted her teeth, before losing herself in the girth that filled her ass.
Inch by inch Morty invaded her ass, until he found himself balls deep. He then carefully pulled back, before thrusting forward again, much more forcefully this time. It was just how Planetina loved it; the sensation of her ass being pounded was the closest joy she got to saving and improving the planet. It also served to bring out a side of her rarely seen by anyone else except Morty. A side that was less restrained, and somewhat more intense.
“Oh Fuck yeah, Fuck my Ass, Morty!” She ordered. “Just like that, you Fucking Stud! I want you to Fucking Jackhammer my Ass!”
Morty obliged gleefully as his cock ravaged her back door. Her tits jumed wildly as she held onto Morty’s wrists, urging him on as he fucked her roughly. Her thighs jiggled with each impact as the clapping began to echo throughout the clearing of the jungle. The sound was enough to summon several creatures; Sloths, Toucans and Chimpanzees began to gather, all of them watching the sexual display as the couple continued to go after each other.
“O-Oh geez…” Morty moaned. “…so fucking good.”
“Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!” Planetina begged. “I need it deeper!”
Wanting to feel more of his cock, she quickly let him remove it before rolling over onto her stomach. She then spread her legs before spreading her ass cheeks, inviting Morty back in. He happily took the invitation, this time not opting for gentle entry but practically plunging his way back in, just how she loved it.
“OH FUCK YEAH!!!” She moaned as Morty picked up where he left off, smashing her ass with no remorse.
There was now a circle of jungle animals gathered around the scene, all curiously watching the two of them go at it. Morty lived up to Planetina’s request from earlier as he jackhammered her ass with reckless abandon. The clapping of skin against skin echoed through the trees and the wildlife. Planetina could barely keep her mind focused as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her tongue hung out lustfully as she felt Morty’s massive manhood continue to ream insider her. The two clasped hands, interlocking fingers as they could both feel their limit quickly approach me.
“So…good…” Morty moaned. “…I’m gonna...”
“FUCKING DO IT, MORTY!” Planetina yelled. “FUCKING CUM INSIDE ME!!!”
It was all he needed to hear, as with a few more thrusts he spilled his load deep inside of her ass. The sensation was almost heavenly as Planetina clamped down on her bottom lip in elation. They shared in their dual climax as Morty collapsed on top of her, his cock slipping out of her asshole. Several more spurts of jizz shot out as the two slowly caught their breaths, still holding hands as they basked in the high of their orgasms.
“I…I love you, Morty.” Planetina panted.
Morty longed to hear those words again, and even as he felt himself passing out, he wouldn’t let that declaration go unanswered. “I love…you too…Planetina…”
“Wh-what the Hell!?”
Morty rose up in a cold sweat, unaware of how long he had been out. As he gathered his thoughts he expected to feel the grass below him or the wind from the jungle. Instead he felt the cushion of his mattress and the slight breeze from the open window in his bedroom. But just as in the jungle, he did have someone watching over him.
“Morning, sleepyhead…” Jerry said, leaning in the doorway. “Wait, it’s actually late evening, so it doesn’t really—!”
“Hey, Dad.” Morty said, cutting him off. “So how’d I get back here? Grampa Rick with the quick pick-up?”
Jerry shook his head. “Still haven’t heard from him, whatever he’s doing. No…it was your girlfriend who brought you home.”
It was the last thing Morty wanted, his parents knowing that he and Planetina had gotten back together. “D-Dad, I-I…”
Jerry put up his hand, causing Morty to pause. “Your Mom may not like it, but I saw how you were with her. A lot happier and more outgoing than you’ve ever been. She’s good for you Morty, and if you can survive all the space shenanigans that Rick puts you through…I think you can handle dating a Superhero.”
It was completely different from what Morty expected to hear from his father, but he then remembered just how much his father had been through, and how much he changed. “Thanks, Dad.”
“No prob.” Jerry said, trying to look cool. “Just…keep it a secret from your mother. My birthday’s coming up soon, and I don’t wanna ruin something that could be a great thing.”
“Yeah, thanks Dad.” Morty said, seeing more of his father’s old personality come out. “And can you not make allusions about your sex life to your son?”
“Hey, I’’m not the one who came home with his pants down while a half-naked superhero carried him.” Jerry shot back. “But hey, we’re both getting some.”
Clicking his tongue twice, he pointed at his son before strolling off, leaving Morty to shudder to himself as he tried to shake that thought from his head. He would get help in that, as Summer appeared in the doorway. “Have fun with your Jungle Fever?”
“Wait, Jungle what?” Morty inquired.
“You know, you and Planetina…in the jungle…” Summer scoffed as she got fed up. “Look, it was a movie that came out in the 90s or something. I think Stevie Wonder made a song about it—!”
“No, I know about the movie.” Morty revealed. “It’s just that, that was about race, and Planetina is an elemental…do they even have race? Is like winter the pale one or…?”
“Okay, enough!” Summer told him. “It was a stupid joke. I was just having fun making fun of you banging out in the jungle!”
Morty was shocked to hear that. “Wait, how did you know!?”
“Duh, the channel we were watching focused on you and Planetina when they couldn’t find Tarzan.” Summer revealed. “The announcers were saying it was the most action they’ve seen. Although they did have some notes on your technique.”
She giggled to herself as Morty fell back on his bed, embarrassment washing over him. “Of course they do.”
“Oh, calm down.” She told him. “The only ones that have seen it are in another dimension and we’ll probably never interact with them.”
Morty took a moment to think about her words, and surprisingly found himself in agreement. “Huh…you’re right.”
“Damn right, I am…” She said as she revealed a Teal and Black box with a large teal button on top. “Now if you’ll excuse me…” She smashed her hand down on the button three times, and a moment later three Meeseeks appeared around her.
“I’M MR. MEESEEKS, LOOK AT MEEEE!!!” They said in unison.
“Three orgasms, from each one of you. Pronto!” Summer ordered as she marched off towards her room.
“Can do!” The first one replied.
“OOOOH, Yessiree!” The second one added.
“I call dibs on her butt!” The final one chimed in.