Rick and Morty Multiverse
1 month and 6 day upon arrival (Normal time Axis)
Night time
Friday
The jungle pulsed with tension as the creatures circled, their massive frames slithering through the dense foliage. Their glowing red eyes locked onto Morty and Kiara, hungry and relentless.
Morty twirled the spear in his clawed grip, the weapon feeling like an extension of his own body. The beasts lunged. With a single, fluid motion, he ducked under a clawed swipe and spun, driving his spear clean through the first predator's skull. The creature let out a strangled screech before collapsing.
Another charged from behind, its jagged fangs snapping inches from Morty's neck. He sidestepped and, with a flick of his wrist, bisected it from shoulder to waist. The split carcass collapsed in a heap, the scent of blood thick in the air.
Kiara watched in awe as Morty moved like a true Apex Hunter. He weaved through the battlefield, predicting attacks before they even came. His claws flashed, cutting through the monsters like they were nothing more than prey animals. He was fast—unnaturally fast. Each strike was precise, calculated, brutal.
A massive beast pounced at him, but Morty launched himself skyward, his flight-hairs glowing as he phased through the monster's body, emerging behind it before driving his spear through its heart. The creature let out one final howl before collapsing.
Kiara smirked, her golden eyes filled with admiration.
"You fight like the Hakk'Shiran of legend," she said, stepping closer as the final beast fell.
"Your instincts are pure. Unmatched."
Morty smirked, wiping the blood from his weapon.
"You checking me out, Kiara?" he teased, his voice smooth.
"Because I'd say that's the look of a woman impressed."
She let out a low, rumbling purr.
"A warrior's strength is their greatest appeal," she admitted, stepping closer.
"You are more than just strong—you are a true Apex. But if you desire to claim me, you must prove yourself further."
Morty raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? And how exactly do I do that?"
Kiara's smile turned predatory.
"I seek to sire a child with a Hakk'Shiran. The strongest bloodline. The ultimate warrior." She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear.
"But only if you can truly best me."
Morty chuckled, twirling his spear.
"Oh, you're in for a hell of a fight."
More creatures emerged from the jungle, their guttural snarls echoing through the trees as they encircled Morty and Kiara. Blood dripped from their fanged maws, their sinewy muscles tensing as they prepared to lunge. The air was thick with the scent of death, sweat, and adrenaline.
Morty rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck.
"Damn, they just keep coming, huh?" He licked his lips, eyes burning with hunger.
"You sure this isn't some kind of alien speed dating?"
Kiara grinned, fangs gleaming under the twin moons.
"In a way, it is. A warrior's worth is proven in battle. Strength is the only language that matters." She spun her spear, the motion so fluid it blurred.
"Show me yours."
A hulking beast, twice the size of the others, roared and charged. Morty smirked.
"Ladies first?"
Kiara launched herself forward, her body twisting midair as she drove her spear through the creature's eye. It screeched, thrashing violently, but she rode its movements with perfect precision. With a guttural snarl, she twisted the weapon, shredding through brain matter before yanking it free in an explosion of gore. The beast collapsed, twitching as black blood gushed from its skull.
"Not bad," Morty called, dodging a razor-sharp tail swipe from another monster. He hooked a claw into its hide, flipping himself onto its back before plunging his hand deep into its spine. The creature shrieked as he ripped out a writhing mass of nerves, its body convulsing violently before dropping limp.
Kiara landed beside him, blood splattered across her muscular frame.
"Efficient."
Morty smirked.
"Sexy, right?"
She chuckled, lunging at another beast. Her spear severed its jugular in one stroke, arterial spray painting her face crimson.
"Perhaps."
Morty ducked under a leaping predator, catching its throat midair. He squeezed, feeling the cartilage snap beneath his fingers before tearing its head clean off. The spinal column dangled, dripping as he casually tossed it aside.
"Damn, you're really making me work for this date, huh?"
Kiara sidestepped a set of claws, twisting gracefully before impaling another monster through the chest. She leaned in close, voice low and sultry.
"Prove yourself, and you may earn more than just a date."
Morty grinned.
"Oh, now you're speaking my language."
Another beast pounced, but Morty caught it by the lower jaw, stopping it mid-lunge. With a flick of his wrist, he tore its mouth open past its limit, splitting its skull with a wet crack. Brain matter and viscera spilled onto the jungle floor.
Kiara's eyes gleamed as she watched him work.
"A true Apex..." she murmured, licking blood from her lips.
The final creature loomed before them—a monstrous, towering behemoth with thick, armored plating. It bellowed, shaking the ground beneath them.
Kiara smirked.
"This one… we kill together."
Morty chuckled, twirling his spear.
"What's your name, anyway? Can't believe I'm about to bathe in blood with someone I don't even know."
She smirked.
"Kiara."
"Morty."
They nodded in unison before charging.
Morty darted left, Kiara right. The beast swung its massive claws, but they dodged effortlessly. Kiara slid beneath its belly, slicing its underbelly open in a shower of steaming intestines. Morty vaulted onto its back, his claws raking through its thick hide as he tore deep into muscle and sinew.
The creature howled in agony, thrashing violently, but they moved in perfect synchrony. Kiara leaped, Morty catching her by the waist midair before launching her higher. She flipped gracefully, driving her spear into the monster's skull. It roared one final time before collapsing.
Blood gushed from its wounds, pooling at their feet. Morty stood beside Kiara, both drenched in gore, their breathing heavy.
Kiara turned to him, eyes burning with admiration.
"You are worthy."
Morty wiped a streak of blood from his face, smirking.
"Yeah? You saying I earned that date?"
She grabbed his wrist, pressing his bloody hand against her stomach.
"You may have earned far more than that."
Morty's grin widened.
"Well, damn. Best hunting trip ever."
The jungle fell silent around them, only the dripping of fresh blood filling the void. They stood victorious, bathed in carnage, the promise of something far more primal lingering between them.
Eventually, Kiara led Morty through the dense jungle, her bioluminescent flight-hairs pulsing faintly in the darkness. They arrived at a secluded pond, its waters shimmering with an eerie, phosphorescent glow. The air was thick with the scent of exotic flora, and the heat rising from the surface hinted at the volcanic veins running beneath the planet's crust.
"This is a Sh'vaari spring," Kiara murmured, stepping onto the smooth, dark stones lining the edge.
"Our people use them for cleansing after the Gor'Vek—the Hunt." She turned, her golden eyes locking onto him as she peeled away the remaining scraps of cloth and armor clinging to her toned, bloodstained body.
"The heat soothes the muscles. The minerals strengthen the flesh."
Morty's breath hitched as Kiara stood before him, completely bare, her lithe frame illuminated by the pond's otherworldly glow. Her three firm breasts rose and fell with steady breaths, the ridges along her abdomen flexing with effortless strength.
"You should remove your coverings, Vah'Rak," she purred, tilting her head.
"It is custom. Clothing in the Sh'vaari is… unnecessary."
Morty smirked, kicking off his boots as he unzipped his jacket.
"Oh yeah? And what exactly does Vah'Rak mean?"
Kiara's lips curled into a knowing smile as she waded into the steaming water, her bioluminescent markings shimmering beneath the surface. She turned slightly, glancing at him over her shoulder.
"Hmm… You might say it means 'honored warrior,'" she teased, dipping a hand into the water before flicking a few glowing droplets toward him.
"Or… it could mean 'desirable mate.'"
Morty chuckled, peeling off his shirt as he stepped closer.
"Guess I'll just have to find out which one you really mean."
Kiara's gaze lingered on Morty's form, her eyes trailing over the contours of his alien physique. He was taller now, broader, his new body exuding strength in ways that sent an unfamiliar heat coursing through her veins.
Morty, in turn, drank in the sight of her—her smooth, blue skin glistening under the soft luminescence of the pond, the bioluminescent markings along her curves pulsing in slow, rhythmic waves.
She was undeniably alluring, despite her alien nature, and he found himself wondering if his transformation had heightened his attraction.
Not that it mattered to Morty. She looked human enough. She felt woman enough.
Kiara stepped closer, her hands trailing up his chest, fingers splayed against his firm skin as she pressed herself against him.
"You're staring, Vah'Rak," she murmured, her voice thick with amusement—and something darker, something needier.
Morty barely had time to smirk before she closed the distance, her lips claiming his in a kiss that was hungry, demanding. He groaned, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her flush against him.
She was smaller than him now, his transformed body towering over her, but she moved with power, with urgency, her nails digging into his shoulders as she deepened the kiss.
Heat surged between them, and neither held back. Their bodies pressed together, the steam rising around them as the kiss grew rougher, more desperate. Kiara's breath hitched as Morty's hands roamed lower, exploring her alien curves, and a throaty, approving sound escaped her lips.
She grinned against his mouth.
"You learn quickly."
Morty smirked.
"Then maybe you should teach me more."
Kiara stepped even closer, her breath warm against his chest as she reached up, tracing a hand along the ridges of his abdomen.
Her touch sent a shiver through him, his heightened senses drinking in every subtle brush of her fingers. Her lips parted slightly, her body pressing into his, and for a brief moment, she hesitated—her control wavering, her desire undeniable.
Then, she surrendered.
With a needy sigh, she surged forward, claiming his lips in a deep, searing kiss. Morty didn't hesitate, his hands sliding down her back, pulling her closer as he returned the kiss with equal hunger. Her body molded against his, her soft curves pressing into the hard planes of his chest, the contrast between them igniting something primal in both.
The kiss deepened, tongues intertwining, breaths mingling as their desire escalated. Kiara moaned softly against his lips, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she pressed her body against his warmth. The water lapped at their entwined forms, the heat of the spring paling in comparison to the fire building between them.
Morty growled low in his throat, his hands roaming her waist before sliding lower, and Kiara gasped, her back arching in response. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice a breathy whisper against his lips.
"Take me, Vah'Rak..."
Morty carefully laid Kiara down on the water's edge, her legs dangling in the warm, glowing liquid. Her twin pussies quivered in anticipation, the nectar of desire coating them as they awaited his touch.
He knelt before her, his eyes gleaming with excitement and hunger. With a gentle yet firm grip, he spread her legs wider, revealing the two glistening orifices that were the epitome of her alien beauty. He leaned in, his tongue extending to meet the first one, flicking against it tentatively. The taste of her was unlike anything he'd ever experienced—sweet and musky, a delicious symphony of alien pheromones that sent a jolt of desire through his core.
Kiara's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she felt the soft, wet warmth of his tongue dance over her sensitive flesh. Her clawed hand reached down to guide his head closer, urging him to explore deeper. The second pussy, just as eager, throbbed as he slid one of his long, alien digits into it, pumping slowly, feeling the velvet walls clench around him. He groaned, the sensation of her tightness sending shivers down his spine. Her hips bucked slightly, encouraging him to go faster, and he was more than happy to oblige.
The sound of his mouth feasting on her was obscene, wet and sloppy, but it was the sweetest music to their ears. He lapped and sucked at one while his finger plunged in and out of the other, setting a rhythm that had Kiara's body trembling with pleasure. Her nails dug into the soft earth beneath her, her breaths coming in ragged pants as she felt the beginnings of an intense climax building.
Her golden eyes snapped open, and she locked gazes with him, a silent challenge in her stare. Morty took it, his tongue swirling and lashing at her clit while his digit curled inside, hitting the spot that made her whole body spasm. He watched her, the fierce determination in her gaze as she fought for control, and something about it only made him want her more.
Her moans grew louder, her body tensing, and just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he added a second finger to the mix, stretching her further. Her eyes went wide, and she cried out, the orgasm ripping through her like a supernova. Her legs shook, her back arched, and her juices coated his face and chest, leaving him glistening in the moonlight.
Morty didn't stop, though. He was relentless, his hunger for her insatiable. He switched to the other pussy, his tongue tracing the delicate folds as he felt her climax ebb. She was so sensitive, so responsive, it was like playing a fine instrument that sang with every stroke. He picked up the pace again, eager to feel her shatter once more.
And shatter she did. With a scream that echoed through the jungle, Kiara came again, her legs wrapping around his neck, her nails raking down his back. She bucked against him, her pussies contracting around his mouth and hand, her entire body shaking with the intensity of it.
Morty pulled back, panting, his face soaked with her essence. He smirked up at her, his eyes dark with lust.
"Ready for round two, my little alien queen?"
Kiara's response was a feral growl, her body already begging for more as she reached down to pull him closer.