Pathfinder

by Fireflower

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Romance, Porn, Sex, Profanity, Random, Crossover, Rick and Morty, Anthro, Original Character
Length: 6934

Clopfic: Mortimer x Tag–A–Long; also, it's a sequel to the crossover with Rick and Morty, inspired by distant dreams from around last year and the one prior. A young visitor wakes up in a hotel to find out how much time had been lost staying in it.

Rosemound is one of the most recent cities to have ever been built on the coastal region of Equestria; that being said, it also happens to be no different from the other communities that came before it, be if the royal capital or the humble heartland itself.

Speaking of which, Rick and Morty end up here from another dimension, one similar to this one except with more lifeforms and technological advancements after a crash landing leaves the two stranded, causing the former to send out the latter on a trip to a hardware store.

Little did the old pony had known, the younger one ended up getting sidetracked and came across another visitor: a Filly Guide by the name of Tag–A–Long whom came here earlier with her scout troop yet is here all out on her lonesome; even so, they'd both found themselves having the time of the lives only for it to be cut short due to it being wasted.

Published 2019-05-01 05:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-05-01 05:00:01 UTC

Remainder

There was but a lone city that was now bathed in an elegant afterglow thanks to the silvery moon taking residence above them in the heavens with a sea of stars twinkling about in their wake. Within them, the dark blue skies contained a variety of lifeforms flying across the way over the rhythm emotion of the surface’s hustle and bustle flowing about without even so much as a care. There were towering behemoths ruling and governing the own landscape for although that they were divided, these constructs nevertheless shared the same power wielded over this very place. Aside from a variety of wagons running about the asphalt with sights and sounds contributing to its atmosphere, there were also some ships of various sizes surfing across the dyed deep blue. What had made it stand out the most were the massive flocks of herons and seagulls that could run so far to and fro but couldn't get away with even the largest of wingspans as they’d cawed. On the other side of the vast and magnificent waters where the many ships had sailed in and out of were a mountainous valley donned in a dark green growing upon the massive beautiful earth. Most importantly, the very denizens themselves were abundantly uncommon, already coming and going in the city by any and all means necessary as they please in sheer density whatsoever.

Speaking of which, a lone equine was found to be standing between a large river with herons nearby and a steely machine in the shape of saucer with two cans, some high beams, and a flag. It was a tall dark blue unicorn with some saliva curling down his own wrinkly muzzle barely straight, sniffing the crispy cool air with mild contempt before exhaling with but a snorting burp. He’d possessed a lighter shade of color right upon his mane and tail, all spiky and unkempt; in addition, he’d donned a unibrow that was as sharp as his train of thought being processing about. Third of all, the blue unicorn donned a big white coat that was already opened enough to show a light aquamarine shirt and some dark chocolate khakis right upon his rather lanky frame therein. He peered out with a glare towards a large tubular structure snaking its way down into the depth of the dyed deep blue with the world of midnight threatening to be set alight at any given chance.

“Almost done… next thing on the agenda is finding out where the fuck is my grandson: he should have been back with the damn tools by now, especially since it a ten minute bus ride from here and back; as a matter of fact, it’s been a few hours since we’d landed no less…” the blue unicorn snarled as the yellow stationary figure was in a steady beat of its watery diet overall.

Turning away from the riverside, he was watching as the lumps were going into the lone vehicle parked upon the soil nearby the rocks and trees. Needless to say, the blue unicorn was looking around to find that no one else was around it so to speak but he didn’t like the prognosis provided. Though calm on the outside, he couldn't help yet think about the very turn of events previously, a recollection of stories to be best told at any time. Such were the observations of the blue unicorn with a grimace burning bright like the sun that had sat not too long ago as he watched onward.

As he’d reached into his coat, he was starting to hear some singing nearby himself, albeit faintly at first before rising in decibels sure enough:

Oh, fie ya ‘ave done wronged me,
casting me off all so rudely
despite my love for so long
and such camaraderie.

Ya were once my sole delight
ya were once my ‘eart of gold
filled up wit such brimming joy
or so I ‘ad bin once told.

I ‘ave been ready at yer stand
to grant what ya would ‘ave crave
I ‘ave waged both life and land
yer love and goodwill you gave.

The petticoat oh so white
with gold sewn so gorgeously
silk and mathril all just right
and these I’ve brought ya gladly.

At this point onward, the blue unicorn took note of the newfound singer: a regular pony already dressed in a more casual attire compared to himself. Like him, the pedestrian was tall yet had some musculature hidden beneath the clothes, hence the slight difference in width; of course, he was hot pink. The singer possessed a thick mane yet a smaller tail in shades of gray, neat and tidy so to speak with his thin but prominent beard upon his very face. Third of all, the hot pink pony donned a big blue jacket that was also already opened, showing off a plain white tee and some dark chocolate khakis. Unlike the wary onlooker, the only clue that the singer had recently gave out beneath the orange triangular shades was a faint jagged smile therein. Compared to the tall blue unicorn’s slightly wrinkled integumentary system, the hot pink pony was but silky smooth like a generic thought criminal.

“This is nice, a drunk vagrant from parts unknown comes rolling on by likes its nothing because of how so and so feels guilty…” the onlooker groaned as he’d pulled his hand straightaway from his own clothing completely, “even by my standards, that’s such a cheap way to put some focus back, ain’t it…?”

“Wazzup wit t’ sour notes, grandpa…?” the singer had interjected, his crooked grin fading into neutral apprehension within due time.

The aforementioned elder winced and had replied only dryly, “oh, don’t mind me, you’re not the first individual whom had disrespected me: I got a grandson who I had sent off to the hardware store hours ago nearby only to never return yet; I’m betting that he must be worse than that flashy blonde dumbbell miscreant…”

“Aren’t ya gunner go aft’ him if ya wanna see if he’s ‘kay…?” the younger counterpart asked, now giving off a frown rather immediately, “it’s not like ya can keep starin’ int’ the river like a philosophizing bum…”

“Trust me, I can do more than philosophy; besides, my car’s this close to being fueled already and the last thing I need is some fucker to come over and steal it while I get stranded looking for that wimp in another city we’re probably never coming back to anytime soon enough…!” the tall blue unicorn grunted as he'd pulled the tube out from the water, the traveling masses now decreased.

It wasn’t long until the hot pink pony turned away with a shrug and snorted, “wayever, I’m gunner get somewhere else t’ go; later pops…”

“Yeah, you too…” the onlooker responded, holding onto the dripping end tightly with a glare before turning to the other side of the severed connection, “I’ll be coming for you, Morty; unless you’d gotten yourself robbed or worse, you’ll be answering to me…”

Unbeknownst to the elder, the large city rhythm went onward and about with one of their pieces, an enormously large building, standing out proudly at once. Although predominantly adorned with a chocolaty monochromatic scheme, a fraction of its own bricks were colored in a rose quartz shade lit up by its lights. Considering that which at least a dozen rows of windows already plastered, it was safe to say that a portion of its people were living it up thanks to electricity. Donned upon the top of the very building in question was but a crystalline skylight that was already spherical in contrast to the cubic state shining about. Resting underneath the stony awning were a couple of wagons in various styles and shades, a majority of them in a silver lettering illuminated very easily.

Unlike many of the rooms in question, the only source of light in the room came from the moon and stars, faintly and at an angle in which was so bright it barely reached across straightaway. The dark ceiling and background in their entirety was colored in brown like cake of the highest quality, rich enough to bear such sweet flavor and texture alone despite the faintest illumination. Only two golden chest of drawers stood about: one was opposite of the bed, its comforter clad in royal purple befitting marvelous majestic mountainsides; the other nearby carried one pink lamp. A door was found across from the windowsill, already granting whatever hypothetical lifeform in question an escape route despite the dark; the other ones provided no such luxury whatsoever.

“Hah!” a loud gasp was emitted from there, creating an anomaly that gave such a darkness some semblance of life whatsoever: a suddenly new voice being nothing more than ragged panting and wheezing from between intervals; before long, the haphazard respiration had quieted itself down into gentle stabilization at once.

With little warning thereof, there was a brief shuffling about in an instant making contact with the small dimensional boundaries already surrounded the whole time, intermixed with the sounds of creaking and springing. Then, the fabric was found brushed up against itself all in the jet black void, their texture being a whole different story even as the walls closed in on the lone owner’s minimal movement with a clicking turn all too briefly. Faintly but surely, a small snort or two notwithstanding, the oxygen itself had gotten sucked into all the nostrils gently, the nearly silent voice now doubled in a couple of seconds thanks to the choking respiration initially.

Instantaneously, the darkness was vaporized and in its place was the light from the pink lamp in a higher concentration than that of the outside world. Within the epicenter of it all, there were two ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance right on the bed with clothes cast aside. They had both possessed some certain commonalities: light coating upon themselves, pairs of cool colors shading the pupils, and tense demeanor.

Of course, there were some significant differences that were easy to take notice aside from their heated sweating bodies currently in the altogether. For starters, a stallion, a peachy pegasus, was sitting upon the bed with small wings; the other, a creamy mare lacking them, was still lying around. Secondment, the former was a brunet, his small mane frazzled but rounded into a circle whereas the latter, a ginger possessed two different shades. Thirdly, the peachy pegasus had worn some sundials on both of his flanks while the gingerly mare donned some stencils of an equine’s silhouette. Out of the two in the heat of it all, the brunet bore eyes of baby blue bombarded with trepidation whereas the other occupant had jade orbs of concern.

It was only a matter of time when the gingerly pony turned around to face the peachy pegasus’ bare back, bearing her curvilinear figure that set him apart from the former as she asked calmly, “what’s wrong, Morty…?”

“Sorry, I just had a nightmare, Tag–A–Long: I found myself in the body of a repressed sexual deviant with erectile dysfunction just about to get hit by a bus before I had woke up; it was really crazy…!” the titular stallion answered, sweating about at once, “come to think of it, what time is it anyway…?”

“If my memories as a Filly Guide served me well, then it’s most certainly a quarter to seven…” the eponymous mare replied in an instant.

Without any warning whatsoever, the peachy pegasus blurted out, “6:45PM, RICK’S GONNA KILL ME FOR MAKING HIM WAIT THAT LONG… WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS I THINKING?! I SHOULD HAVE GONE TO THE–––”

“Morty, take it easy; we’re young, we can only live once: you don’t have to be so uptight about it…” the gingerly pony interrupted, grabbing his hand tightly, “besides, you got me to play with like earlier: I had especially loved the fact that you had emptied your cum into my flankhole just now…”

“I’m sorry but do you always think about sex?!” he’d exclaimed while quickly breaking away from her very grip.

Tag–A–Long was at a near loss of words before looking straightaway with a frown, snapping back, “of course not… I’m not that careless; besides, that condom from earlier was proof of that…”

“I didn’t mean to say it like that; oh jeez, it’s as if I had become like my own dad…” Morty thought to himself, silently cringing a bit before being interrupted by the sounds of sniffling sharply, “hey, are you–––”

“What does it look like to you: one minute you happen to be new to the whole thing, the next details a love story pasted together from all the other predecessors; afterwards, you wake up from a dream only to bite the hand that fed you not too long ago…?” the gingerly pony had interrupted, weeping slightly as a few tears sliding down her freckled face slowly but surely all too easily.

The peachy pegasus struggled to look at her face and slowly began to speak, “it’s okay, this doesn’t make you a bad person, err pony; I’m the bad one here, not you: besides, I should’ve asked for your help to the hardware store up the street. It’s more than that though: I’ve became so accustomed to hiding behind my grandfather’s coattails ever since he came back, I’ve started taking after him in more ways than one; even my father had been affected by him as well. In spite of my family’s best interests, I can’t help it: feeling so weak and scrawny, not to mention being so dumb that even the tall guy with pica can win a spelling bee at my old middle school. It’s really pathetic that I’ve become my own father in essence: weak, spineless, prone to buckle under pressure whenever things go wrong like some kind of cartoon where everything gets worse at the tail end even if competition isn’t in any component of what goal or lack thereof. In fact, at least the only consolation these protagonists get is either being strong enough to go get a friend next time, saving the next rainforest from a crooked businessperson, or not having to worry about being beaten by your own flesh and blood just for existing. I should’ve seen this coming anyway; it’s as if I exist as some sort of template derivative to be used for the whims of a maniac like some flash in the pan disposable product that would hopefully end up in the recycling bin.”

“At least you have something to go back to so far; other than the Guides, I don’t remember having a family to go back to now…” Tag–A–Long had sniffled about, already wiping away the thin stream almost immediately, “that doesn’t make me jealous; I’m grateful that they were there for me. Growing up, I had lost my parents before I had turned old enough to be enrolled into school back in Ponyville; all that I’d ever think about were only them, or rather how I could’ve been burdened with their debt had I been older. Aside from that, there’s also the matter of knowing what could have happened to people like me if it hadn’t been for my friends; besides, out of all the peers in my troop, Do–Si–Do and Dulce Deleche were more like sisters to me, or at least sisters that my mom would have favored over me regardless. Dulce kind of reminds me of the myself when I was younger and happier before the troop thing, let alone their passing; Do–Si–Do would have been myself if I hadn’t been so focused on sleeping with more ponies than Trefoil and Savannah could, even if they had worked together. That being said, their collective influence was able to keep me on the straight and narrow despite everything that I had put myself through, risking everything in and out of the uniform for whatever reason to even think of on the fly for what it’s worth. Even though I shared the same lusts as Trefoil and Savanna have, we also had enough common sense to wear protection when it came to the other colts and fillies outside the Guides; aside from upholding our reputation, there’s also the matter of keeping ourselves healthy.”

“So that’s why you had gotten the condom out earlier…?” he’d then mentioned all of the sudden, earning a nod.

The gingerly pony still had faced the background right roundabout themselves saying, “thinking back on it, you must have lost your virginity to me earlier today…”

“Now that I think about it, you’re right: up until now, I’ve been trying to rush things back at my old hometown; the fact that I was my grandpa’s sidekick wasn’t doing any favors for myself…” Morty had said to her, now looking away already in a downward direction at this moment in time, “you made me feel safe for the first time ever and it didn’t even backfire on me whatsoever…”

“It would even work better if you were able to get away from him; after all, he’d sounded like a bad influence not too long ago…” Tag–A–Long said as she’d stood up from the bedside almost rather instantly.

The peachy pegasus then faced the gingerly pony and had replied slowly, “he is but he’s also family and my mom looks up to him; compare to my dad, Rick puts food on the table and a roof over our head even though that she does that too. As much as I hate to admit it, my grandpa did more than that, he made me realize how much I can learn from the vast and countless possibilities throughout the grand scheme of things. Needless to say, this was more than I could learn from the schools; it doesn’t change the fact that I should be out take a risk on things without any form of consideration. Despite all this, if it weren’t for him, then I wouldn’t have been able to meet you at all; the only regret is not being able to stay here longer enough with you.”

“Go, it’s as what you had said earlier: you have a family that loves you so it would be selfish to let me keep you to myself; I just hope you know what to do when you face him again…” she said as he went over to the pile of clothing at their bed.

Picking up a pair of pants, Morty had chuckled briefly, “don’t worry, this isn’t the first time we had gotten separated anyway, let alone out of trouble so to speak.”

“Before you go though, would you mind doing me once more for the road please?” Tag–A–Long asked the peachy pegasus while walking over to the latter’s side, “we can make this quick this time around…”

“You sure about that; do you have an extra condom for this one too…?” he’d inquired almost immediately, prompting the gingerly pony to stop at the drawer nearby with a lone playful sashay.

Within an instant, she’d gently spoken back with a pouch in her right hand alongside a snide grin, “does this answer your question…?”

“Let’s do it…!” Morty replied as Tag–A–Long went back over to him with a giggle, “I’m just glad to be here with you instead of Rick this time around…”

It didn’t take long for the gingerly pony now bent down on her knees, glancing at the sodden region of the peachy pegasus with a profligate grin, taking note of its currently small length. Surely enough, she'd used the left hand to knead the prepuce around playfully like if it were a piston; before long, he’d then felt it spring up on towards her muzzle in little time whatsoever. Sure enough, Tag–A–Long’s own tongue quickly slipped out of her mouth and slowly slid around Morty’s shaft with her warm salivation making contact to make him smile big at once. Standing uprightly, all that the peachy pegasus could do was rest one of his hands on the gingerly mare’s tresses, stroking and patting based on the movement she made prior to pressing onward. Even though that she’d remained silent, she was still taking great delight in stimulating and syphoning what would erupt from his prepuce whether be inside the former’s deep throat or not. Slowly but surely, Morty lent back by a bit further to give Tag–A–Long more room to lick around, careful enough not to let gravity send him downward onto the floor at a certain angle. The peachy pegasus couldn't help himself but coo and moan as he’d felt the gingerly mare’s tongue running across his yard, both hands now held the base of her head while slurping about. Within due time, she’d driveled onto his shaft for some significant time ‘til her very mouth was being filled to the brim with flavor, swallowing before breaking away to find it already cleaned.

“What do you know: you’re already drained out, probably after you had dumped your custard into my fanny; then again, I’m pretty sure I had much more of it into my mouth earlier today…” Tag–A–Long sighed after leaving behind a trail of fluids in the process only to wrap the prepuce in plastic, standing back upward to face Morty almost immediately as they were blushing about.

The peachy pegasus looked away briefly and chuckled briefly as he could slowly feel the restricting tightness of the casing wrapped around by the gingerly pony’s dexterity, the freedom of movement becoming quickly minimized almost immediately, “I’m sorry that I had wasted it all…”

“Don’t be, I enjoyed it anyway from beginning to end though; of course, I can’t help to feel guilty about the way I had treated you: sucking, thrusting, and defiling you while you were able to drink away my milk and honey if you knew what I mean…” she’d said with a giggle, “besides, it’ll be a while before you unload into me again; why don’t we try something else…?”

“Like what…?” he’d asked instantaneously, now comfortably numb to the ensuing situation at hand.

It wasn’t long until Tag–A–Long quickly went up to Morty’s right ear and whispered serenely, “cunnilingus, my love: I lay down flat on my back and you eat me out from my own pussy just like earlier but with more freedom than when we had sixty–nined together; that sounds fair, isn’t it…?”

“Well, I don’t see any reason not to…” the peachy pegasus replied as the gingerly pony currently reclined upon the dresser nearby themselves.

It wasn’t until he’d now bent down on his very knees, a lone tongue slowly slipping out of his mouth before slowly sliding directly into her sheath, earning a delighted moan in the process. After a steady stroke, Morty had started licking the contents of Tag–A–Long’s whispering eye, her clutched hand now resting on his brown mane as she felt tickled pink by the current ordeal.

With the peachy pegasus running his tongue around gingerly pony’s legs, they were starting to spread a bit further wide as she heaved, “kiss it, Morty… kiss me there…! Oh, yeah that it… suppertime…!”

The aforementioned listener was more than happy and willing to, sliding in and out of her fork repetitively as a pair of hands held onto to the adjacent abdomen right near the owner’s cleavage. In no time, Tag–A–Long gave out more small moans which then turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment Morty’s tongue dived even deeper into her sheath with overriding thirst. The overwhelming from the close contacts between two surfaces had caused a clear fluid from the gingerly pony to squirt on the peachy pegasus’ taste buds in return in due time long enough.

Needless to say, he was quick to lick his lips of her concoctions once more before breaking away while sighing happily, “damn… that was so good…!”

“I take that you… liked the honey… straight from my cunny, haven’t you…” Tag–A–Long had sighed before rising upward from the wooden structure quickly with a grin before kissing Morty hot on his still moistened mouth, “I also take that you are ready to ride me again since it took so long to do it.”

“Am I ever…?” the peachy pegasus had laughed.

The gingerly pony reclined over the surface of the furniture once more and cooed, “do make this count though, please; I would like to make it the one weekend to remember for the both of us as well…”

Readily, his yard had now became gently infused in between the soft and tight whispering eye, satisfying her who then instantly felt something pushed forwards deep inside and then outward quickly. A high–pitched laugh escaped from Tag–A–Long as a sudden yet brief jolt travel up her spine, now quivering with pleasure as she felt Morty’s warm and durable shaft sliding about all too freely. The peachy pegasus guided himself into the gingerly mare, making him let out a grunt from the sensation of his prepuce as he was pulling out of her before lunging back inward in a blissful ecstasy.

“Oh, jeez… I’m worried about this…” he’d shivered about, still currently ramming directly inside of her body with some growing energy albeit reluctantly so to speak, “what if it’s not coming out…?”

“Just raise up my legs, silly… I’m pretty sure that you’ll… hah…!” Tag–A–Long had shouted back with a joyful moan of feeling the brunt of Morty’s shaft, feeling her legs becoming elevated by his hands within mere moments no less.

An adhesive fluid then escaped from the peachy pegasus’ shaft, its warmth only cordoned off by the plastic rim that was wrapped around it not too long ago by none other than the gingerly pony; at the same time, the outer region was instantaneously soaked in her contents as she’d convulsed about in the concupiscence of their efforts that was love’s labor overall in and of itself therein.

A few minutes had passed as the two were catching their breath, thin layers of perspiration accumulating here and there upon the surface area of their integumentary systems as they looked at each other. Both equines nevertheless took the precious moments to wrap each other around in a loving embrace once more, this time with such feeling thanks to the state of being soft and wet from the very ordeal. Consequentially, two tongues now danced around against one another as they were just vying for dominance as their owners’ faces burned brightly both internally and otherwise from their very passions alone. Descending about with little warning, he’d gotten much closer to her within seconds, resting his weary head upon the upper regions of her abdomen and bosom as she wrapped her hands around his wet mane.

Just as the golden silence was ready to reacquaint itself with the room alone, Morty broke it slowly, “you know, times like these make me feel like wondering how much did I allow myself to miss out on because of Rick; granted, I still had a backbone but not the will to leave. Somehow I wonder if it was all worth it or not: working with Rick has taken a toll on myself; I may have gotten used to his line of work but I never found the time to have any friends whatsoever.”

“Would you consider me to be the first of all things…?” Tag–A–Long replied with a gentle touch in her voice, “I don’t mind being the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing but friends in general…”

“Perhaps… it’s just that I can’t stay here any longer than I want to leave and vice versa: being here with you is the most fun ever in this entire trip; yet, it could be other things as well…” the peachy pegasus had sighed, now looking at the very bedside they were sleeping in not too long ago.

The gingerly pony raised her head and inquired, “like what…?”

“The times that I had spent with him, it’s not normal but at least I can understand it; this is different though: hanging out, sleeping in, and stuff…” he’d answered her only almost rather instantaneously, “it’s like you ever felt so good that you feel bad, in a way that you throw hot water in a cold winter’s atmosphere; even though I gotten distracted today, I felt happy…”

“I know, it reminds me of the occasional urges I had when Trefoil and Savannah snuck off to kiss when no one else is looking at them: seeing them embrace one another and rubbing their manes and flanks makes me feel quick to place my hand over my snatch and play with it…” Tag–A–Long yawned a bit as she hugged Morty.

The peachy pegasus scrunched upward towards the gingerly pony’s face and exhaled, “you mean masturbation, right…?”

“Mm–hmm… it’s normal for mares like myself to do so considering that there were so few stallions of my age and type in Rosemound, let alone much of Equestria…” she confirmed now looking away towards the bedside like he’d done not too long ago, “scuttlebutt says Savannah’s setting her sights on one of the stallions in Ponyville despite her relationship with Trefoil. Of course, knowing Trefoil, Savannah’s gonna need to move on and find some other pony her age for what it's worth; the last thing that the Guides needs is a scandal born from a conflict of interest such as this. This weekend is going to be one to remember for the whole troop of mine, especially them and now us; speaking of which, what will you do to just remember the whole thing once you return to him…?”

“Search his gun while he’s asleep; Rick’s more clever than he’s willing to lead others on…” Morty answered as he broke away from Tag–A–Long’s embrace and stood upwardly, walking towards the spot where his pants and undergarments had lain abandoned for a long time.

Watching as the peachy pegasus removed the wet condom upon himself, the gingerly pony said, “how are you going to do that…?”

“Don’t worry, his influence had been rubbing off onto me since he had came back into my life; I can find a way…” he said, now about ready to put on his little yellow shirt with minimal effort whatsoever almost immediately, “it’s not going to be easy so to speak once I go back to see him, assuming that I don’t run into trouble of course…”

“Then move fast while you still can; ‘til then, have a nice night…” she’d laughed while watching Morty leave the room with only a click of the very door.

As the blue unicorn walked alongside the sidewalk, he was calm on the outside but thinking all throughout the time, possessing a frown with his hand in the coat pocket. Although the elder was currently aware of the other pedestrians that were rarely found in the city, he’d paid them all no mind whatsoever for them to say the very least. He’d kept on walking upon the concrete and stone sidewalks, treated to the sights of vehicles up in front by yards away as its sounds of traffic already growing louder. The blue unicorn passed through by lines of buildings in various materials and heights, its very dimensions capable of storing many people and products much like him. Already in tune with the objective at hand, the elder pedestrian quickly crossed the intersecting street right before his hooves, looking both ways to find nothing therein.
All that was on his mind was coming in contact with a certain individual whom was also in the metropolitan, more than willing to express the reason for him scowling.

The blue unicorn approached another intersection within only seconds’ time to take in the sight of the very conurbation thereof no less. A full line of lights illuminated the structures behind them, standing upright and proud while the roads were trampled on by its vehicles. Under no small semblance of any circumstance was he going to face off with someone else who was not fitting into his very description.

Not even another denizen was enough to motivate the blue unicorn into doing something else: another unicorn was running rampantly in his direction. Like him, the approaching pedestrian was tall yet had some corpulence hidden beneath the heavy clothes and a slight difference in height within the latter. The teal counterpart had possessed a thin tail in a jet black scheme despite being unkempt and uneven so to speak with a thin stubble right on his face. Third of all, the denizen had donned a big reflective overcoat with a hood that was also already opened, showing off a blue shirt and some gray jeans. Unlike the wary onlooker, the one detail that was quick to catch the elder’s eye was a small creature in a plaid scarf, snow white with red accents. Parts of the teal counterpart’s skin had blemishes and scars, some of which were near his weary hazel orbs that were underlined by his shadowy baggage.

The younger pedestrian was making its way across the street in a mad dash, screaming loudly about, “HELP, THE BIRD’S AFTER ME…!”

“What bird…?” the blue unicorn burped as his counterpart ran past him, turning up to find a big blue avian with the wingspan as long as a golf club soaring across the crispy cool air, “what the fuck is that thing…?”

“Oof…!” a shrill grunt had made its way into the elder’s ears as he made contact with the source therein, up close and personally: it was none other than the peachy pegasus himself, fully dressed and sporting a black eye on the right.

It didn’t take long whatsoever for the blue unicorn’s face to turn white hot like a star platinum almost instantaneously when he’d looked at the younger pedestrian in question, indifference now melting into silent rage as his glare at the target thereof was accompanied by a low growl, “what… happened…?”

“Rick, what a surprise…!” Morty stuttered about almost quickly upon making contact with the titular individual, “I’ve been meaning to–––”

“What happened…?” the blue unicorn repeated.

Still slightly paralyzed by the piercing grimace, the peachy pegasus struggled to come up with an answer, “I–I–I–––”

“Just spit it out already, will ya…!” the elder exclaimed to the youth with a rising yet controlled tone within those words thereof so to speak of it, “from the looks of it, even a hobo with a shotgun could tell that something had went down; matter of fact, please don’t tell me you gave every single coin away to some goddamned bum…!”

“Not at all, Rick: it’s all there; I didn’t even try to spend any of it whatsoever…!” Morty screeched as he’d reached into his pockets and pulled out the brown sack from his left pants pocket for the eponymous observer to see clearly.

The blue unicorn snatched it away and inspected its contents carefully earning an anticipatory whimper from the flinching observer; this made the former groan, “just the weight that I had remembered; of course, if you had just gone to the hardware store like I'd told you earlier, then we would've been out of this fucking mess rather sooner…! Honestly, what the hell took so long to even come back here after all this time; where exactly did you even go of all places that was so important that you blew it all off?! I was about this close to assuming that you'd gotten grabbed by some smuggling and/or drug trafficking ring in this city, let alone killed; at least leaving here alive with only this bruise should be enough to teach you not to wander off at the first sign of trouble next time!”

“Is everything okay, guys…?” asked the pink stallion from before, now appearing nearby the twosome, “your boy looks like he’s been hurt…”

“Mind your own fucking business, townie; don’t you have some other bar to hop?!” the elder snapped back almost instantly, earning a scoff from the very denizen who had stumbled away from themselves slowly but surely.

The youth had looked Rick in both eyes and replied reluctantly, “you didn’t have to snap at him, Rick…!”

“Shut up, I’m not gonna take any crap from a snot–nosed punk of a grandkid like yourself; I can tolerate Summer but what you did earlier today just nearly crossed the line…!” the blue unicorn snarled as he grabbed Morty by the hand and pulled him into another direction quickly, “besides, there are a lot of worse things than that, including what I had been thinking of lately, Morty…”

“Ow, take it easy, Rick… please…!” the peachy pegasus grunted as his grandfather lead him by the hand, walking across the few streets which they had crossed earlier today, albeit on separate occasions.

The elder nevertheless had ignored his grandson’s pleas and scoffed gruffly, “I’m through playing easy mode for the day, kid; besides, the sun is coming down as we speak so don’t even argue with me…! Goddamned grandson and his galvanized attempts to deflect responsibility; I’m willing to wager that something is taking a perverse enjoyment watching us get stranded out there. No way that we’re going to be sleeping out in the cold, let alone in some other world where there are more ponies than there are other species, let alone one with more power than the average one.”

“What are you going to do to me?!” the youth squawked as he’d found himself now being finally dragged over to the steely machine, “you’ve fixed the whole ship already…?”

“No, shithead: I only have been able to fill up the coolant system long enough to get the ship’s interface up and running again; there’s still the matter of getting the damn thing off the ground which will take much longer than ever, thanks to you wandering off to who knows where…!” Rick answered furiously at Morty without a care.

The peachy pegasus looked away from the lanky blue unicorn and onto the ground beneath the ground, sputtering reluctantly, “I’m sorry…”

“Sorry didn’t do it as far as we’re concerned; do you understand the level of trouble you could have gotten yourself, let alone what I’ve been saying just now?!” the livid elder snapped loudly as he brought his right hand towards the youth’s face before stopping, “I swear if you ever do that again, I can see to it that black eye will be the least of your worries; now, get in the ship…!”

Needless to say, Morty had no other choice but to obey Rick for the time being, the pain of the black eye being a more pressing issue as the saucer shaped vehicle had opened up immediately; as the former climbed in, some words ended up traveling all throughout the latter’s ears at once, “where are you going in the meantime, Rick…?”

“That should be none of your concern, you wayward wretch; as soon as we get home, I’m going to see to it that you are to be grounded for a week…!” the lanky blue unicorn had answered rather instantaneously as their mode of transportation was currently being closed off once again almost immediately, “’til then, nighty night…!”

“Rick, I–––” the peachy pegasus struggled to speak as a small brightly colored cloud of gas was quickly sprayed into his face briefly before disappearing, leaving the victim to cough as he’d finally slipped into unconsciousness no less.

The elder who was looking onward paid attention to the youth’s breathing and said, “okay ship, please keep Morty safe; avoid lethal force as much as possible…!”

“Confirm custom defense protocol: keep Morty safe; no physical force…” another voice warbled as the lights within the steely machine briefly turned onward as the passenger in question was sleeping about, “take caution, Rick: I am in dire need of repairs; landing gear is still inoperable, rendering takeoff impossible so to speak…”

“Don’t worry about it, ship; unlike my hormone–addled dimwit of a grandson, I’m gonna make sure that you get fixed soon enough, like it should have been done a long time ago…” the onlooker replied before turning away immediately, taking steps away from the active machine and to parts unknown.

As far as the lanky blue unicorn was already concerned, there was a job that needed to be done and the night was still young compared to himself and his grandson; under no circumstances whatsoever were they ever going to leave here, at least not yet.

Author's Note

You like that, bitches?! Pony Rick just wants to say that it's been a really weird fucking day everyone: I wanted to get Morty the fuck outta Ebott Quadrant after killing some intergalactic demon overlord; instead, I had to end up in some dying universe filled with ponies and shit…!

Thank God for contrivances and continuity. Fuck them and fuck you too, internet: you clicked on this link 'cause you wanted to read this; he could've been fourteen…!

What the fuck is wrong with you people?! You need to get outside, you're so desensitized to all this crap and pornography and all this bullshit that's on the screen; for God's sake, go play some basketball or something!

Okay, I think I'm finished here: I'm gonna go kick the writer's ass now; that's what should've happen though, am I right?! This is how the story should have ended: somepony kicking some other writer in the - fuck, you crazy yahoo fucks!

I'm gonna go kick that pervert's ass afterwards; I hope you're happy...