#Mortaion Morty

[dykemcqueen]

does anyone else choose their roster based on what they think the team dynamic would be like

[yumyum-cult]

m-m-m-morties 💫

[evelynismahnameboi]

I drew more morty’s!

[chiptunepacifist]

‼️♀ MORTY GIRLS ♀‼️

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[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

[slides shinies under the table] trade me miami morty you cowards

[vicioussvalentine]

i can’t remember who, but I saw someone on Twitter making a blue Mortaion Morty and it got me thinking about the shiny variants <33 they’re so silly I love them

The names are p lazy but that’s only because I was sick of using variants of M-names :p

[its-just-arz]

Some fanart based on some of the female/feminine presenting mortys fromPocket Morty as well as trying different outfits for each. 1) Morticia 2) Mortabel/girl morty 3) Mortaion morty 4) Princess morty (I thought it redundant to add the queen and roller derby mortys when is just another morticia and the other is just evovled princess)

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

Here's a slightly creepy, very caring, and insatiably horny Surgeon Rick with dubious morals and heartbreaks. Have a nice day, my love @littleredandbigbad

The lovely, dazed Mortys coming to his care were the expected perks of his profession, something he took into consideration when he accepted the job in the Citadel of Ricks. The best thing about being one of the few Doctor Ricks out there who chose to patch people up instead of committing genocides was that they were coveted, sought after and trusted.

Without them, the little Mortys and their owners wouldn't be able to function properly, leaving them defenseless and vulnerable to other beings who collected the feral Mortys.

And that was unacceptable. Mortys only belonged to Ricks. That was the law, the rule of the multiverse.

Surgeon Rick didn't have his own Morty, not really. Even if he had his little Nurse Morty, the cutest, most eager little shit ever, he was not his. He chose to become a surgeon, and the medical school didn't leave him time to meet with his Diane, leaving him Bethless, and most importantly, Mortyless.

Maybe that's why he wanted to have all of those adorable little Mortys under his care. To taste them, to care for them, to adore them, to discipline them, to keep their little beating hearts in his palms. He wanted them to depend on him. To choose him.

But even when he had them, he healed them, they chose to return their owners, leaving him alone. It broke something within Surgeon Rick every time it happened.

Every night, Surgeon Rick succumbed to the temptation. Wandering around the hospital in his crisp white apron, the blueish green glasses distorting the colors around him. The familiar scent of the aerosol antiseptic, the hand soap and latex surrounded him like a calming cloud. He knew what he was doing, and his patients knew he was coming for them.

From each batches of Mortys, he always had his favorites. Pretty little Morticia with her Bambi eyes, Strawberry Morty with his delicious sweetness, Hippie Morty with his constant scent of weed, Bunny Morty with his insatiable appetite, the preppy Lawyer Morty… and, of course, his two obsessions: Mortaion Morty and Miami Morty, the two most delicious Mortys of all Mortys.

At that time, only one of them resided in his hospital; sweet little Strawberry Morty.

Surgeon Rick bit back a moan as he thought about that little boy. Sweet and ripe, delicious in every way. The curve of his back where the hospital gown gapped, the desperate expression in his eyes as the doctor would slid the curtains close.

Quickening his steps, he arrived soon to the little one's room. His group- and roommates, a Stool Morty, a Business Morty and a Banana Morty - all low levels and knocked out for good - were still sleeping, only the little Strawberry was awake.

"Little S-strawberry, I j-just ha-ave the right treatment for y-y-you," he winked as he closed to curtains behind him. The boy blinked at him with big, trusting eyes, following Surgeon's every move as the doctor leaned over him.

Surgeon's hand caressed his squishy little cheeks. A hand slid down, pinching the sweet Strawberry's nipple over the gown, asking, "T-tell me, does t-this hurt?"

A noise caught in the boy's throat. Shaking his head, his face turned so red it could have competed with the brightness of his body's complexion. Surgeon Rick adored these little cuties. They were so responsive, so quick to get turned on.

"I-it d-d-d-doesn't. M-maybe the o-o-other one?" The fruit Morty asked coyly.

These Mortys… always so eager to play, so eager to please. Just the perfect fit for Ricks.

"Undress y-yo-urgh-urself. L-let's see if y-y-you are more sensitive without clothes o-own."

The little Strawberry followed his order without question, baring himself for the doctor, whose green scrubs started to feel too restrictive, too hot. He pinched the bright red nipple with more pressure, and the little minx moaned, his voice echoing in the room.

Surgeon's other hand slid under the blanket that still covered his little patient's private parts, caressing the little trail of seed-like hairs.

"I-it seems like we have s-so-ough-mething that r-requires my p-p-professional attention," Surgeon said, his palm bumping into the hard little cock under the blanket.

"P-p-please, d-doctor, h-he-lp me," Strawberry whined, bucking his hips towards the doctor's hand.

"Shush, I-I'll take good c-care of you-ugh," he promised, his hand removing the blanket. Red little cock stood rigidly, aching for attention. Who was Surgeon Rick to deny such a sweet little thing's only wish?

Taking it in his hand, he was delighted to notice Strawberry's cock was already leaking precum. He didn't tease him too much, he had other things in his mind.

"Roll over," he ordered, and the sweet boy did as he was told. With one hand spreading his legs open, the the other injecting copious amount of lube into the fluttering hole, it didn't take long to prepare the patient. He was a good doctor, after all, he didn't want to tear open such a cutie, with his huge cock. A Mortaion? Sure, those sirens could take anything, they lived for the mixture of pain and pleasure. They begged for his scalpel to draw their blood; to take their hearts into his hand; to insert anything and everything in their holes- but a Strawberry Morty was different. They were sensitive little things, malleable at pleasure, broken under pressure. He didn't want them broken; he just wanted them as his.

Flipping his apron out of the way, he stretched him wide open with his cock. The sweet little hole gripped around him like he never wanted to let Surgeon go.

"Nnn-gh, m-m-more," the boy moaned, drool dripping out of his mouth, eyes rolled back in pleasure. His roommates outside of the curtains didn't even stir, they didn't know what a wanton little thing their Strawberry was.

The Morty's breath caught as Surgeon gently wrapped his fingers around his little cock, slowly stroking it, in contrast to the furious pace he drove into the tight little ass. He fucked him, fucked him hard and long, repeating it again and again until the time he knew his sweet little Nurse Morty would start his rounds.

With a cry, Surgeon came for the last time. In a few hours, the group would be good as new, leaving the hospital - and him - until the next time they get into a fight with Mortys stronger than them.

He should be used to it; the abandonment, the way these sweet Mortys leave him for their own Rick even when he brought them more pleasure than their owner could ever bring. But he couldn't. It was always a hard decision not to hinder their healing time.

Surgeon Rick draped a paper cloth over the little fruit hybrid, swiping off the mark of their numerous releases. He doesn't need any medical equipment to know the Strawberry was in perfect health. He was proficient at his job. The boy was knocked out, sleeping off their hours-long activity, but he was healthy and in a perfect condition.

It was better this way. He could leave the Strawberry, go back to his rounds, not needing to go through the awkward goodbye. The "y-y-you are s-so n-n-nice, but h-he is m-my R-rick, I-I-I could n-never l-leave him".

Surgeon Rick sighed, and left. One day, maybe…

[mx-heinous]

I've redownloaded Pocket Mortys, and so far I'm having a blast

Things I've Done:

Defeat the council and Crazy Mysterious Rick

Get Virtual Diane skin

Things I Want To Do:

Collect a shit ton of girl mortys (Morticia and Mortaion especially)

[plervo]

Some of my favorite Mortys ;)

[androgynousblackbox]

Made these drawings of my favourite Pocket Mortys of all time: Princess Morty, Grinder Morty and Mortaion Morty. They are not the best thing I have done, but I still like them a lot <3

Ko-fi

[pocketlikeyoustoleit]

@chorus-the-mutate @perlethewitch Butterfly is fragile!

[mukade-kama]

doodle

[cutieboysour]

Most of my art isn't signed, but that's okay. This one is, as it is part of my Rick streak ❤

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

no I don’t have favorites wdym

[vicioussvalentine]

some Rick and Morty doodles ❤️ I’m trying to get back into the show, (and Pocket Mortys!!), but I stopped watching in the middle of S2 so I have a lot to catch up on ‘‘>_<

oh and not a lot of ppl know Lofi!Rick so here she is!! With her adorable morty <3 (I didn’t draw her as young cuz i suck)