Jerry Smith had had enough.
No more "useless dad." No more sleeping on the couch. No more watching Rick and Morty treat him like a walking punchline. The portal gun had been left charging on the garage bench—Rick's sloppy mistake. Jerry grabbed it, punched in random coordinates, and stepped through.
He emerged on a neon-drenched pleasure moon called Xenara-7, a planet literally built for interspecies fucking. The air smelled like musk, ozone, and expensive lube. And the locals were waiting.
The first alien girl spotted him instantly. She was a tall, violet-skinned succu-vixen with four arms, glowing pink eyes, and a body that looked designed in a wet dream factory. Her tits were massive, each one capped with a dripping, bioluminescent nipple. Between her thick thighs sat a slick, tentacle-lipped pussy that pulsed and winked at him. Two more girls stepped up beside her—one a blue-scaled lizard-girl with a long whipping tail and a ridged cunt already leaking green nectar, the other a floating jelly-nymph whose translucent body showed every vein and every inch of her three inner chambers.
Jerry's cock—suddenly rock-hard and thicker than he'd ever seen it—strained against his pants. The serum Rick had accidentally left in the garage (labeled "Testosterone Prime—DO NOT DRINK") was already rewriting his body. His dad-bod was gone. Broad shoulders, ripped abs, and a dick that belonged on a porn god.
He didn't say a word. He just unzipped.
The violet succu-vixen dropped to her knees first. All four hands wrapped around his shaft—two stroking the base, two cupping his heavy balls. Her long tongue, forked and glowing, swirled around the head before she swallowed him to the root. The other two girls attacked his body: the lizard-girl sucked one nipple while her tail coiled around his thigh and teased his asshole; the jelly-nymph engulfed his balls in warm, vibrating gel that massaged them from the inside.
Jerry grabbed the succu-vixen's horns and fucked her face hard. Wet, sloppy gluck-gluck-gluck sounds filled the air as she gagged and drooled neon spit down her tits. He lasted longer than he ever had in his life—ten full minutes of brutal throat-fucking before he roared and pumped the first load straight into her stomach. She pulled off coughing ropes of thick white cum that painted her face and those glowing tits.
But he didn't soften.
He bent the lizard-girl over a glowing bar stool, ripped her tail aside, and slammed into her ridged cunt. The scales parted around him like warm butter. Every ridge inside her dragged along his shaft, milking him. He fucked her so hard her claws scratched deep gouges in the metal stool. Her tail wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. When he came the second time he flooded her womb until green-tinted cum squirted out around his cock in pressurized jets.
The jelly-nymph was next. He floated her upside-down, spread her three chambers wide, and took turns fucking each one. Her body rippled and squeezed like living latex. He filled all three holes with load after load until her translucent belly swelled visibly with his seed.
By the time he was done with the three of them, a crowd of alien girls had gathered—more species than he could count. He fucked them all. A tentacle girl whose suction-cup pussy latched onto his cock and milked him dry. A crystalline girl whose body chimed every time he thrust. A six-breasted centauroid he mounted from behind while she screamed in three languages. He came in every single one—pussy, mouth, tits, even between their alien toes—until the street ran with rivers of his cum and every girl on Xenara-7 that night was marked as his.
But Jerry wasn't finished.
The portal gun beeped. Two signals locked on: Home Beth and Space Beth. Both versions of his wife, pulled through separate rifts by the gun's auto-recall. They appeared side-by-side in the neon glow, both wearing the same stunned expression, both already wet from watching him ruin an entire planet of alien pussy.
Home Beth—his original, soft, curvy Beth in her tight jeans and blouse. Space Beth—harder, scarred, leather jacket open to show her pierced nipples and the blaster holstered at her hip. Same face. Same body. Two different lives.
Jerry's cock, still hard and glistening with alien juices, pointed straight at them.
"Both of you," he growled, voice deeper than it had ever been. "Now."
They didn't argue. They'd seen what he just did. They wanted it.
He took them to a floating pleasure platform overlooking the city. Clothes hit the floor. He started with anal—because tonight he was claiming every hole.
Home Beth went first. She bent over the glowing railing, ass up, cheeks spread. Jerry slicked his cock with the leftover alien nectar and pressed the fat head against her tight pink pucker. She gasped as he pushed in—slow, relentless, inch after inch until his hips met her ass and his balls rested against her dripping pussy.
"Fuuuuck, Jerry…" she moaned, fingers digging into the railing.
He fucked her ass with long, powerful strokes. Deep. Claiming. Every thrust made her tits swing and slap together. Her pussy dripped steadily onto the platform. He reached around, rubbed her clit in tight circles, and felt her clench around him like a vice. When she came her asshole fluttered and squeezed so hard he almost lost it.
He pulled out—her hole gaping, winking, shiny with lube and precum—and switched to Space Beth.
Space Beth was rougher. She backed onto him herself, impaling her ass in one smooth motion, growling, "Harder, you finally grew a pair." He gripped her hips and railed her like a machine. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed across the city. Her blaster clattered to the floor. She came twice—once from the anal alone, once when he shoved three fingers into her cunt and curled them against her G-spot.
Jerry fucked both their asses back and forth for nearly an hour. Switching holes. Making them kiss each other while he took turns. Making them eat each other's asses between his thrusts. Their moans mixed together—Home Beth's soft, desperate whimpers and Space Beth's filthy, commanding growls.
But breeding time had arrived.
He laid them both on their backs side-by-side, legs spread wide, pussies glistening and open. First Home Beth. He slid into her soaked cunt in one thrust, bottoming out against her cervix. He fucked her with deep, breeding strokes—hips rolling, grinding, making sure every inch kissed her womb.
"I'm putting a baby in you tonight," he snarled. "Both of you."
Home Beth's eyes rolled back. "Yes—fuck—fill me, Jerry!"
He came like a firehose. Thick, heavy ropes blasted straight into her womb. Pulse after pulse until her belly visibly swelled. Excess cum poured out around his cock in creamy waves. She came with him, squirting around his shaft, shaking so hard the platform vibrated.
He pulled out—still hard—and moved straight to Space Beth. Her cunt was tighter, hotter, already pulsing from the show. He slammed in and fucked her even harder, pounding her cervix like he was trying to break it open.
"Gonna knock you up too," he growled. "Same night. Twin babies from the same useless husband."
Space Beth laughed through her moans. "Do it, you bastard—breed me!"
He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded again. Even bigger load. Her womb filled instantly. Her abs distended with the sheer volume. Cum backflowed in thick white gushes every time he thrust, soaking her ass and the platform beneath them.
Both Beths lay there panting, bellies swollen, cum leaking from their well-fucked pussies and asses. Home Beth reached over and laced fingers with Space Beth. They looked at each other, then at Jerry, and smiled the same wicked smile.
Jerry stood over them, cock still dripping, chest heaving.
"Portal's staying open," he said, voice low and certain. "We're doing this every night until both of you are showing."
Home Beth licked a stray drop of cum off her lip.
Space Beth smirked. "About damn time you grew a spine, Jerry."
Somewhere back on Earth, Rick watched the feed through a hidden drone, took a long swig from his flask, and actually looked impressed.
"Well I'll be damned," he muttered. "The useless one finally figured out how to use his dick."
The neon city of Xenara-7 glowed below them. Alien girls watched from the streets, already lining up for round two. And in the middle of it all, Prime Jerry—finally, truly Prime—stood tall, ready to breed an entire universe.
The night was young.
And he was just getting started.