Every channel, every screen, every device in the house—tuned to the same broadcast.
The Smash Royale.
The living room glowed in fractured color, Rod's conjured battlefield spilling across the walls; burning deserts, collapsing jungles, grotesque blocks of flesh.
Diane sat alone on the couch, the only audience inside, her face flickering between blue lightning and red fire.
Through the window behind her, faint shadows moved on the porch—Beth, Space Beth, Summer, and Jerry.
Their voices murmured against the night, too distant to make out.
Diane didn't join them. She couldn't.
Her eyes never left the screen.
Of course it was Rod.
Who else could turn an entire world into a stage for apocalypse and trial?
Who else could make divinity look like a children's game and a bloodsport all at once?
She knew his touch in every detail: the spectacle, the cruelty, and the laughter beneath it.
Her hands clenched in her lap.
"In almost every world… it was me, Beth and Rod," she whispered to the empty room.
Her voice was steady at first, like she was reporting a fact.
Her breath shook.
"Because Rick…" she faltered, staring at the screen where lightning split the sky, "…Rick was never there.
It was always me, Beth and Rod until the day I was erased."
She pressed a hand over her mouth.
Her eyes glistened in the shifting light.
The last memory cut through her chest like glass; a teenager's face, her boy smiling through grief, pretending he could carry her and hold the world together for her.
Her voice cracked.
"I don't even know… if it was me who disappeared first. Or him."
Tears welled, but she forced a smile anyway.
Too wide, too brittle. She leaned closer to the screen, as though Rod could hear her across the cosmos.
"My sweet little boy…" she whispered, breaking, "…come home. Mom's back."
The TV roared with thunder and screams, but the living room was silent for her.
Then, for just a split second, the broadcast glitched.
The picture fractured into static, colors bleeding sideways. In the blur, Diane thought she saw him—Rod's eyes, cold and sharp, looking straight at her through the distortion.
Then the screen snapped back.
The battlefield raged on as if nothing had happened.
Diane sat frozen, breath caught in her throat.
"R-Rod?"
- - - - - - - - - -
The static on the TV lingered in Diane's eyes long after it vanished. She blinked once—twice—and the world around her shifted.
The glow of lightning and thunder was gone.
Instead, warm morning light spilled through the curtains. The smell of toast and coffee filled the air.
Flashback
Rod's voice rang down the hall, younger, sharper, not yet hardened.
"Beth! Hurry the hell up, we're gonna be late—again!"
Beth stomped after him, a teenager's snarl in her throat.
"Shut up, Rod, it's your fault we missed the bus last time!"
The two of them came clattering into the kitchen, backpacks slung haphazardly over their shoulders, both still tugging on jackets.
Rod's hair was messy, his shirt half-buttoned; Beth's was better put together but her scowl made up for it.
At the table sat Diane. Coffee in hand. A plate of eggs cooling in front of her.
She looked up at them, smiling.
Not the broken, brittle smile of the present—but something softer, steadier.
"Sit," she said.
Rod plopped down first, grabbing a piece of toast like he hadn't eaten in days.
Beth rolled her eyes but followed, muttering something about "nerd energy" as she slid into her chair.
For a moment, the kitchen was alive with ordinary sounds—cutlery against plates, the radio buzzing faintly in the background, Diane's gentle laugh as she watched them bicker.
It was a normal morning. A normal family.
Diane's hand lingered on her mug as she stared across the table at her two children—her son, her daughter. Her whole world.
She didn't know how long the moment would last.
But she held onto it anyway.
The breakfast wrapped in laughter and the scrape of chairs.
Rod shoved the last of his toast into his mouth, Beth groaned about his table manners, and Diane reminded them to "try not to scare off the new teachers this year."
Then the front door slammed, and the two of them were gone.
The scene shifted to the sprawling campus of their high school—sunlight bouncing off glass windows and metal bleachers.
Students clustered in groups across the courtyard, the hum of chatter mixing with the squeak of sneakers on pavement.
Rod and Beth walked side by side, their backpacks slung over one shoulder like they owned the place.
Heads turned as they passed.
Beth, sharp-eyed and sharp-tongued, carried herself with a confidence that kept most people at arm's length.
She wasn't exactly the friendliest, but her wit and fire made her magnetic.
People whispered, tried to get a laugh out of her—and sometimes succeeded, though usually at someone else's expense.
Rod, though—Rod was different.
He was taller than most of the senior class despite being younger, broad-shouldered and athletic without looking like he tried.
His messy hair and easy grin gave him a charm that felt dangerous, the kind that made teachers wary and students eager to be near him.
On the football field, he was a star wide receiver—quick, precise, impossible to catch.
But it wasn't just sports.
Rod was sharp too.
"Did you hear he's running some kind of AI thing on the side?" someone whispered near the lockers.
"No, no, it's bigger—like, startup big. My cousin swears he heard his name from some college kids."
"Bullshit. He's still in high school."
"Yeah? So? Look at him."
Girls giggled when he passed.
Guys tried to size him up, only to get swallowed in his smirk.
Even teachers hesitated when his name came up in class—half impressed, half unsettled.
Beth rolled her eyes at it all, because deep down she knew the truth.
- - - - - - - - - -
The sun dipped low over the field, painting the bleachers gold.
Sweat dripped down Rod's temples as he yanked off his helmet, his dark hair falling in messy clumps across his forehead.
"Hell of a catch, Sanchez!" one of his teammates shouted, slapping him on the back.
"Man's got glue for hands!" another laughed, tossing a ball in the air.
Rod grinned, flashing that easy, cocky smile that came so naturally to him.
"Face it, you losers, I'm the total package!"
The team erupted in a mix of groans and laughter.
A water bottle was lobbed his way; he caught it one-handed without even looking.
That was when the cheerleaders arrived.
Pom-poms glittered in the fading light, the squad jogging over in their bright uniforms, laughter chiming like bells.
A few players straightened up immediately, running hands through their hair, pretending not to care but caring too much.
And then—Jade and Trish stepped forward.
Even among the squad, they stood out.
Jade, with her auburn hair and striking green eyes, carried herself with an effortless grace that made heads turn.
(Jade's image)
[Jessica's mom]
Trish, with dark brunnete curls and a sharp smile, had a fire in her eyes that could cut through anyone.
Together, they weren't just just pretty—they were toppling kingdom-level of beauty.
(Trish's image)
[Tricia's mom]
"Nice game, Rod," Jade said, her voice lilting, playful.
"That last touchdown? So smooth!"
Rod cocked an eyebrow, smirk tugging at his lips.
"Smooth's my middle name."
Trish leaned in, rolling her eyes but smiling anyway.
"More like cocky. Don't let it get to your head, Sanchez."
"Oh, it's already there," he shot back, tossing his helmet into his bag.
"The head's just big enough to fit it."
His teammates groaned, muttering about how unfair it was, Rod soaking in every second of it.
The girls laughed, not walking away, not even pretending to.
Instead, Jade and Trish lingered at the edge of the group, exchanging subtle quick glances with Rod.
Rod slung his bag over his shoulder, flashing that grin again.
"You two sticking around? Or…" He lowered his voice just enough. "…heading to the base?"
Jade's smile widened. Trish's eyes gleamed.
The answer was clear.
A few minutes later, as the field emptied and the chatter of students faded, Rod peeled away from the crowd.
Jade and Trish followed, their steps light but quick, like they'd done this before.
They disappeared behind the gym, slipping through the shadowed edges of campus.
Past the fence.
Down the dirt path where no teachers bothered to look.
Toward the secret base only they shared.
- - - - R-18 - - - -
Rod led the way as they snuck off campus, his eyes scanning for any signs of teachers or guards.
The secret base was hidden deep in the woods, nestled between the towering trees and hard to find if you didn't know where to look.
But he knew every inch of it, having spent countless hours exploring and modifying it over the years.
As they approached the entrance, a hidden door camouflaged by brush and leaves, Jade sidled up to him.
"So what's the plan, Rod?" she asked, her voice pitched low and breathy.
"We've got the whole afternoon ahead of us. I'm thinking... a little fun is in order, don't you?"
Rod chuckled, glancing back at her with a smirk.
"Oh? And what did you have in mind, Jade?"
Jade grinned impishly, stepping close enough that her breasts brushed his arm.
"Well, I was thinking we could put that big tool of yours to good use," she purred, trailing a finger down his chest.
"You know I've been craving your thick cum all day. Trish too, I bet."
She glanced over her shoulder at their other friend, who was lagging behind and idly playing with the straps of her backpack.
"Hey Trish! You want in on this too, right?
We can all take turns riding Rod's fat dick until he pumps us full of jizz."
Trish's eyes lit up at the suggestion, a pretty blush staining her cheeks.
"God yes," she breathed, dropping her bag on the ground.
"I'm so fucking horny. I want Rod to ruin my holes with his huge cock."
"Mmm, sounds like a plan to me," Rod said with a lewd grin.
He reached out and grabbed both girls, pulling them in for a heated three-way kiss.
Tongues tangled and hands roamed as they made out hungrily, grinding their bodies together.
After a moment, Rod broke away with a husky laugh.
"Alright, enough teasing. Let's get this show on the road."
He led them into the base, flipping on the lights to reveal a sprawling underground lair filled with all sorts of naughty toys and equipment.
Trish's eyes widened in delight as she took it all in, bouncing on her toes.
"Wow, Rod! You've really outdone yourself this time. This place is a dream come true.
This place is a lot cooler than the last time we're here!"
"Damn straight," Jade agreed, already stripping off her shirt.
"Now, what do you say we break in that new bed over there?
I want to see how many times I can make you blow your load before you tap out."
Rod just laughed darkly, watching as the girls disrobed with abandon.
"You're on, Jade. But don't blame me when you can't walk straight for a week after I'm done with you both."
Rod smirked as he watched Jade and Trish strip down to nothing, their perky tits bouncing free and hard nipples already stiff with arousal.
"Damn, look at you two, so fucking eager for my cock," he growled, stroking his massive erection.
"Well, don't worry girls, I'm gonna make sure you're both fully satisfied.
I'm gonna pump so much cum into these needy holes that you'll be dripping for days."
Jade licked her lips, eyeing Rod's thick shaft hungrily.
"Oh fuck yes, give it to us, Rod," she purred, spreading her legs wide to reveal her glistening pussy.
"I want to feel every throbbing inch splitting me open.
Flood me with your hot seed until I'm overflowing."
"Me too, please!" Trish whimpered, rubbing her own aching clit as she watched the lewd display.
"I want you to stretch my tight ass and fill me up. I've been dreaming about taking your fat cock."
"Mmm, so you want to ride me, is that it?" Rod teased, grasping his heavy balls.
"Well, why don't you both come sit on my lap then?
I'll let you share my dick while I finger fuck your wet cunts."
The girls pounced eagerly, straddling his hips and rubbing their soaked pussies along his length.
"Yes, please!" Jade cried, grinding faster.
"I need your cock inside me, filling me up."
"I can't wait to feel your thickness spreading my ass," Trish moaned, burying her face in his neck.
"God, you're so fucking big. I bet you'll make me gush."
"Is that so?" Rod taunted, smacking their asses.
"Well then, hold tight girls, because I'm about to destroy these pussies.
And I don't plan on stopping until you're both screaming my name."
He thrust up sharply, driving his cock into Jade's soaking entrance.
She cried out in ecstasy, throwing her head back as he split her open.
"Oh fuck, Rod! You're so deep! I can feel you in my stomach."
"Yeah, take it slut," he snarled, grabbing her hips and slamming up into her harder and faster.
His pelvis smacked against her clit with each pump, making her shudder and moan.
"This cunt is mine now. I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else."
"Yes, fuck! Ruin me! Make me your personal cumdump!" Jade wailed, bouncing on his cock wildly.
Her pussy clenched and spasmed around him, gushing clear fluid with each thrust.
"You next, Trish," Rod commanded roughly, pulling Jade off his slick shaft and positioning Trish's ass above it.
"Sit on my dick and I'll shove it in your tight hole.
I want to feel you squirt on me while I drill your ass."
Trish whimpered with excitement, lowering herself down until the tip pressed against her puckered entrance.
Then with one hard push, she slid down, impaling herself on his thick cock.
"Oh god, oh fuck!" she screamed, her eyes rolling back.
"You're so deep in my ass! It hurts so good!"
"Ride me then, slut," Rod ordered, bucking up into her as his hands groped her tits roughly.
"I want to feel you spasm on my dick as I pump you full of cum."
The girls lost themselves in the haze of pleasure, taking turns riding his cock as they orgasmed over and over.
Each thrust made them gush around him, squirting clear fluid that splattered his thighs and stomach.
Their pussies and assholes were stretched and gaping by the time he finally pulled out.
"Fuck, you two are the best cum dumpsters," Rod groaned, stroking his still-hard cock.
"Look at how loose your holes are.
You'll be dripping my seed for hours."
"Please Rod, fill us up," Trish begged, opening her mouth wide.
"I want to taste your cum too."
Jade nodded desperately, falling to her knees beside Trish.
"Yes, give us your load! Coat our faces in your hot cum!"
With a dark chuckle, Rod gripped his dick tighter, stroking faster.
His heavy balls tightened as he climbed closer to climax.
"Okay sluts, open up. I'm about to paint your pretty faces white."
The girls parted their lips and tilted their heads back, waiting for his hot load to splash across their faces.
Rod groaned loudly as he erupted, thick ropes of cum arcing from his cock and splattering over Jade and Trish's upturned faces.
It coated their cheeks, noses, and tongues, dripping down in long ropes.
"Fuck yes!" Jade cried out gleefully, licking up the jizz from her lips and scooping more onto her fingers to feed to Trish.
"Look how much he came for us! I think we've earned another round!"
Rod just laughed, tucking his softening cock away with a smirk.
"You two are insatiable. But I like your style.
Let's see how many loads we can pump into these pussies before we're all fucked stupid."
Rod flipped Jade over onto her hands and knees, spreading her ass cheeks wide to reveal her gaping, cum-filled holes.
Her swollen pussy lips glistened with a mixture of juices, and her asshole winked invitingly.
"Fuck, look at you," he growled, giving her cheeks a hard smack.
"So well-used and sloppy. I can't decide which hole to shove my dick in first."
"Please, Rod, I need you in me again!" Jade whimpered, arching her back and wiggling her hips.
"Stuff me full and make me scream!"
"Oh, I will, Jade. Don't you worry about that."
He gave her clit a rough pinch before positioning his cock at her entrance.
With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her tight cunt, making her howl.
"R-Rod! So deep!" she wailed, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!"
Chuckling darkly, Rod began to pound into her mercilessly, each thrust jolting her forward.
He reached around to maul her bouncing tits, pinching and twisting her nipples until she was writhing beneath him.
"Take it slut. Take my cock. This pussy is mine."
"Yes, yes, it's all yours!" Jade babbled incoherently, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
She could feel his heavy balls slapping against her clit with each pump of his hips, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
Meanwhile, Trish watched the lewd display with hunger, her own hand buried between her legs.
"Let me join," she panted, scooting closer.
"I want to ride Jade's face while you fuck her brains out."
"Get up here then," Rod ordered gruffly, never slowing his brutal pace.
"Pin her down and grind on her tongue. I want to watch her choke on your cunt."
Trish scrambled up Jade's body eagerly, straddling her face and lowering her soaked pussy to Jade's mouth.
"Eat me out," she commanded breathlessly, gripping the back of the couch for leverage.
"Make me squirt down your throat!"
Jade needed no further encouragement.
She latched onto Trish's clit, sucking and licking fervently as Trish bucked against her face.
Her tongue delved deep, lapping up the girl's juices as she humped her mouth.
The sounds of their coupling filled the room - the wet, obscene slurps of Jade eating Trish out, the lewd squelch of Rod's cock plowing into Jade's battered cunt, and their cries of pleasure echoing off the walls.
Trish was the first to come undone, squealing as her orgasm crashed over her and she gushed all over Jade's face.
"That's it, drown her in your cum," Rod growled, driving into Jade even harder.
"Gonna fill this slutty hole now. Milk my cock dry!"
"Y-Yes! Pump me full!" Jade shrieked, her body quaking with impending release.
Trish kept grinding on her face, making it hard to breathe as Rod's thrusts grew more erratic.
With a roar, Rod slammed home one last time, spurting thick ropes of cum deep into Jade's spasming pussy.
She screamed around Trish's cunt as her own climax hit, a gush of fluid splattering Rod's thighs.
They collapsed together in a sweaty heap, gasping for air as the aftershocks rolled through them.
But Rod was far from finished. His cock was still rock hard, twitching against Jade's raw folds.
"Flip over," he commanded hoarsely. "I want to fuck your ass this time."
"Already?" Jade whimpered, but complied nonetheless, rolling onto her back.
"I don't know if I can take any more..."
"You can and you will," Rod insisted, positioning his cock at her tight pucker.
"I'm gonna stuff this sloppy hole full and make you scream."
Trish moaned with desire, reaching down to spread Jade's ass cheeks wide open.
"Come on, Rod. Shove it in. I wanna watch you demolish her ass."
Rod didn't hesitate, thrusting forward until Jade's ring of muscle stretched obscenely around his girth.
She cried out at the sudden intrusion, back arching off the bed.
"Oh god, Rod! You're so big! I feel split in half!"
"Take it slut," he snarled, pounding into her relentlessly.
Each thrust made her bounce and jolt, her heavy tits flopping wildly.
"Gonna pump this ass full too. Make you overflow with my seed."
"Yes, fuck yes!" Jade babbled incoherently, pushing back against his pistoning hips.
She could feel herself climbing towards another peak already, her abused holes fluttering around him.
As Rod grunted and groaned above her, slamming into her one last time and flooding her bowels with hot cum, Jade felt herself shatter again.
She convulsed beneath him, squirting clear fluid all over the bed and leaving a puddle beneath them.
Trish couldn't resist diving between Jade's spread legs to lap it up, moaning at the taste of their mixed juices.
"Fuck, you two taste so good," she purred, licking Jade's gaped holes clean.
Rod smirked down at Jade's wrecked body, his softening cock still nestled in her well-fucked asshole.
"Look at you, Jade. All sloppy and used up. I think it's time to really show you who you belong to."
Jade could only whimper in response, her body wracked with tremors as aftershocks coursed through her.
But she didn't resist as Rod carefully pulled out, making her wince at the stretch of her abused pucker.
He flipped her over onto her hands and knees, then grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back.
"Open," he commanded, slapping his spit-shined cock against her lips.
"I want to paint this slutty mouth white too."
Jade obediently parted her lips, sticking out her tongue in invitation.
Rod didn't disappoint, slapping his heavy dick down on it before sliding forward, smearing his leftover cum and their mixed juices across her face.
He moved up to her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, coating her in a thick layer of the evidence of their depraved fucking.
"Mmm, look at you, glazed in my jizz like a donut," he purred darkly, giving her hair a sharp tug.
"You'd better get used to it. I'm going to be covering you in it all the time now that you're mine."
Meanwhile, Trish had been avidly watching the whole display, her hand pumping furiously between her legs as she worked herself towards another peak.
"Oh god, yes," she panted, her blue eyes glazed over with lust.
"Cover her in it, Rod. Mark your territory."
"I intend to," he growled, pulling his cock away from Jade's face just as she started to gag on his thickness.
He slapped it against her cheek a few times, leaving angry red welts on her soft skin before aiming it at her mouth again.
"Gonna use your throat like a fuck hole now, Jade.
Choke on my cock and swallow my load like a good little slut."
Jade could only nod weakly, opening her mouth to accept his fat dick as he slid it past her lips and down her throat.
She gagged and sputtered as he began to fuck her face roughly, tears and snot streaming down her face.
But she took it all, moaning around his thickness as drool leaked from the corners of her mouth.
"Fuck, look at you," Rod groaned, his hips snapping faster.
"Choking on my cock like the desperate whore you are.
Beg for my cum, slut. Beg me to paint your tonsils."
"Mmmmmph!" Jade tried to comply, but it came out as a garbled mess.
She reached up to fondle his balls, massaging them as he pounded into her throat.
She could feel him growing harder by the second, pulsing against her tongue as he approached his peak.
That was when Trish decided to join in, crawling over to rub her pussy against Jade's hand.
"Make him cum," she panted, grinding down on the girl's fingers.
"I want to watch you swallow every last drop."
That seemed to be all the encouragement Rod needed.
With a harsh grunt, he slammed into Jade's throat one final time before erupting, flooding her mouth and esophagus with thick, hot ropes of cum.
She swallowed and gulped desperately, trying to keep up with the sheer volume of his release.
By the time he finally pulled out, Jade's stomach was distended and sloshing with the amount of jizz she'd swallowed.
Her face was a mess - glazed in spit and semen, streaked with mascara and eyeliner.
She looked thoroughly debauched.
Trish wasted no time, diving between Jade's thighs to lap at the mixed juices dripping from her abused holes.
"Fuck, you taste so good," she moaned, lapping hungrily at the sloppy mess.
"I could eat your cunt forever."
Jade could only whimper weakly in response, too fucked out to do anything but let Trish pleasure her.
And soon enough, they were both moaning and writhing in pleasure once more as Trish tongue-fucked her sore holes, making her cum over and over again.
Finally, completely spent and utterly ravaged, the three of them collapsed together in a tangle of limbs.
Come oozed from Jade's mouth, ass, and pussy - smearing them all and soaking into the bedsheets.
Their bodies were sticky with sweat and fluid, marking them as thoroughly used.
Jade's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her tits rising and falling with each labored gasp.
She looked utterly debauched - glazed in spit and semen, streaked with mascara and eyeliner.
Her holes were gaping and sloppy, still leaking thick ropes of jizz.
Trish didn't fare much better. Her hair was wild and tangled, come splattered across her face and chest.
Her pussy was swollen and puffy, glistening with a mixture of fluids.
She looked absolutely fucked out, barely able to move.
Rod surveyed his handiwork with a satisfied smirk, running his fingers through the mess of come and juices smeared across Jade's face.
"Well Jade," he purred.
"Looks like you've really made an impression on our little friend here."
And with that, the three of them tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, moans, and filthy promises.
The underground lair echoed with their wanton cries as they lost themselves in a web of passion and lust, hours stretching into infinity as they fucked and sucked each other senseless.
- - - - R-18 - - - -
Sunlight spilled across the small, cluttered hideout—the so-called "secret base."
Clothes were scattered, pom-poms shoved into corners, the air still thick with the musk of the night before.
Jade and Trish dozed together on the worn-out couch, their hair tangled, their uniforms half undone.
One stirred, half-awake, reaching lazily for Rod.
But Rod wasn't there.
He was already at the door, buttoning his shirt with sharp, practiced motions, his expression cool.
For a moment he paused, glancing back. The sight should have tethered him.
Two of the most beautiful girls in school, wrapped up in him, clinging to him.
For anyone else, it would've been the dream.
But for Rod, it was just a beat and nothing more.
He smirked faintly to himself, then pulled the door shut behind him.
Outside, the campus buzzed with morning life.
Students filing in, the chatter of another ordinary school day.
But Rod didn't head toward class. His stride carried him further—past the bleachers, past the lockers, past the mundane.
By the time the first bell rang, he was blocks away, slipping through a nondescript side street, then down a flight of stairs hidden behind a graffiti-stained wall.
The steel door at the bottom hissed open at his touch.
Inside was another world.
Screens glowed in dark rows, code spilling like rivers of light.
Server towers hummed with heat, and the faint scent of ozone hung in the air.
Mechanical arms whirred in the corner, tinkering with prototypes of sleek, angular designs.
Rod stepped into his AI base company—the empire he was quietly building while everyone else was worried about prom, football scores, or who was taking who to homecoming.
He dropped his bag on a chair, slid into the main console, and cracked his knuckles.
"Alright," he muttered under his breath, eyes lighting with focus. "Back to the real game."
The screens answered in cascading lines of code, filling the room with all sorts of sci-fi noise.
- - - - - - - - - -
Do you get any of that?
FYI, this Rod's not our Rod. I just wanna outline what Rod is like across the mutliverse.
As our Rod is special so his personality is not exactly the same...I might even say it's quite different compared to the other Rod.
That's all guys, peace!