``Feel different? No? Just the same? Always does.``

• Morty feels like he's been trained his whole life just to be Rick's little toy, conditioned to accept it when his own Grandpa (not his, not really.) tells him he's only good for opening his little mouth to get throat fucked. It’s so big, too big, hurts everywhere, yet Rick's thrusting greedily and forcing him to take it.

• They hang heavy, the implications. Morty keeps thinking about it. "Would you have done anything with me if we were younger? Y-You know, back when you were Memory Rick's age?" he asks while they're flying through space. The ship suddenly halts, and the sound of screeching brakes — artificially added by Rick, of course — ring out.

"W-What the hell Morty? Who the fuck even asks that? You know how illegal that is?" Morty's eyes go wide. He's avoiding the question, avoiding all the implications. That's a yes. Rick doesn’t care about morals or laws, that's a planetary mindset he's abandoned long ago.

They don't talk much after that. Don't need to. They know.

• Morty's more of a pet than a grandson. He’s fed, taken care of and pathetically loyal to his owner. He's a good boy. A very good boy to his abusive drunk grandpa. Doesn’t need a collar on his neck for everyone to know he's Rick's, everybody knows. Needy and wanting, he's capable of destroying planets, universes, infinite clones of his own family members for him. Such a needy boy, begging to be used and abused.

• Their family loves to pretend there's boundaries between them. 'Morty's body, Morty's choice'. Until Rick is forcing his cock in Morty's hole, then It’s 'Morty's body, Rick's choice'. He always reminds his little grandson how things really are supposed to be, cum and spit inside Morty's mouth and insides.