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Jerry and Summer Sole Survivors	By : JamesRyder Category: +M through R > Rick and Morty Views: 3855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Rick and Morty or any of their characters. I am in no way affiliated with the copyright owners. This is a work of Fan Fiction and written solely for fun. There is no profit from this work.

Chapter List
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The green glow in the room faded as the portal closed. The Ricks from the Citadel had collected the wayward Morty and Summer, freezing the other Smiths still living in the world that one of Rick and Morty’s misadventures had turned into a Cronenberg apocalypse. The freeze ray was non-lethal but like so many of Ricks inventions unpredictable and tended to wear off at different speeds.
Jerry was the first to break free and still worried for his family’s safety leapt for his machete that lay only a few feet from him. Even if the Ricks were gone the flashing green lights and hint of science in the air would have attracted some of the feral Cronenbergs. He had to be ready to defend his family.
Summer was the next to break free and collapsed to the ground. The entire experience had shaken her to her core. Not only was her brother alive he was with Rick and living the good life in some other dimension after abandoning them here in the world they had ruined. Seeing the Summer she could have been made her feel even angrier at their fate.
“Summer,” Jerry shouted to her as he saw movement outside. “Grab your club.”
The window exploded inward as the first of the feral Cronenbergs came crashing through and flung a barbed tentacle at Summer. Jerry leapt forward and cut the tentacle off as Summer was forced from her shocked state into an unthinking survival mode. She grabbed her club up and bashed the Cronenberg in the head as hard as she could. It slumped to the side and her father drove his machete into its skull.
“We need to go,” Summer shouted as two more of the feral beasts forced their way in. She looked around for an exit but paused as she saw her mother was still frozen. They couldn’t leave her behind. “Dad.”
Jerry turned briefly as he desperately fought the Cronenbergs and saw why there was a broken desperation in his daughters cries. He loved his wife as much as he loved his daughter but the part of his personality that had come to the fore as they had learned to survive in this new world immediately told him he would only be able to save one.
“Summer…” Jerry still paused at the thought even though he new with every fiber of his being it was the only thing they could do, “RUN!”
Summer’s senses dulled at the shock and horror of the thought. She didn’t want to leave her mom but with three Cronenbergs blocking their path to the still frozen Beth and more forcing their way in there wasn’t anything else to do. She ran and her father slowly followed her trying to hold off the rampaging Cronenbergs as he retreated.
Jerry pushed his shell-shocked daughter through the window at the side of the house and Summer continued going. He was about to follow when he heard a blood curdling scream and knew the freeze ray had finally worn off of Beth and she had reawakened to find herself abandoned and surrounded. He could almost picture it in his mind, her terror, her desperate attempt to fight as she was overwhelmed, and the horrific site of her being eaten alive by a pack of savage beasts that used to be humans.
As he leapt through the window to follow his only surviving family member Beth’s screams mercifully ended and he made a vow.
No matter what it required.
No matter how long it took.
No matter what laws of man or God he had to break.
He would find a way to make Rick pay for this. There would be a reckoning, but for now that required he and his daughter find some sort of shelter.

They crept through the town together bundled under a discarded blanket so their shape would blend in with any roaming Cronenbergs. Summer was almost eerily quiet, and Jerry pitied her. He knew he would have to tell her that he had heard Beth die but for now he just wanted to spare her from any further horror.
Jerry kept a look out for any signs of danger as well as anywhere they could find shelter and easily barricade. Many of the buildings were damaged or outright destroyed so finding one to call home temporarily was difficult. In the months since the world had ended they had stuck as close to home as possible only venturing out to hunt feral Cronenbergs for food. Now the two remaining Smiths were venturing beyond those areas in search of refuge.
As they rounded a corner Jerry saw a potentially perfect spot. It looked like it used to be a soup kitchen, the walls all looked intact and made of thick concrete, and all the windows had bars on them. The front door was locked tight, so they made their way around the back and found that door was only locked with a master lock.
Jerry used his machete as a makeshift crowbar to break the lock and opened the door listening to hear if there were any Cronenbergs inside. He didn’t hear anything, but they could just be waiting in ambush or simply asleep. He had to be sure.
“Summer,” he whispered, “you wait here while I check it out.”
“No please don’t leave me.” Summer latched onto his leg and Jerry hadn’t seen her be this vulnerable since he used to tuck her in at night. “I don’t want to be alone.”
“It’s okay baby,” Jerry reassured her like he had when she was afraid of the dark. “You can come with me. Just stay right behind me.”
She nodded up at him and for the first time Jerry noticed she had lost her club during their flight. Maybe I can find her a knife or something inside, he thought as he slid into the back room. It might make her feel better.
His eyes adjusted to the dark and he scanned the room they were in. It was an open-air kitchen and pantry. He immediately saw there were canned goods but also smelled the stench of rotten vegetables. If nothing else they had found a quick source of food that didn’t involve him having to take down a Cronenberg and risk getting hurt.
He didn’t immediately see any knives, but he noticed a metal meat tenderizing mallet. He quietly lifted it off the metal table it sat on and evaluated its weight and lethality with the efficiency he had built up since the day of the fall. He handed it to Summer and as her hand wrapped around the handle with a white-knuckle grip he was pleased to see some of the steel come back into her gaze.
They made their way cautiously through the kitchen trying desperately not to gag on the smell of the spoiled produce. There was no threat in the kitchen, so they made their way through the double doors leading into the serving and dining room. The chairs were all still upside down on the tables. It was immediately apparent that this room was empty too and Jerry allowed himself to hope. There were stairs leading to a second floor and Jerry lead Summer to them indicating they needed to sweep upstairs too.
The second floor only had two large rooms, one was set up like a dormitory with made up cots, and the other was a multi-toilet bathroom with three shower stalls. It was also empty and as soon as they were certain Jerry headed back downstairs to find a way to resecure the back door they had entered through and to start getting rid of anything that stank in the kitchen.
Summer was so excited she hugged her father, and he held her a little tighter than he ever had before. He felt a twinge of pain at the loss of his wife and but also the warm comfort of his daughter embrace.
He reluctantly let go of her and went into the kitchen. He quickly found a bike chain and lock with the key still in it. Jerry secured the door and as soon as he heard the lock click he felt more secure than he had in recent memory.
“Alright,” he spoke a little louder than he had intended finally being able to break the silence they had been moving in. “We should go through all of the food here and toss out whatever has expired before we see if those showers work.” He smiled as he watched Summer light up at the thought of a possible shower. He really hoped the water worked. “Then I’ll cook us up something from whatever is still good.”
They high fived and smiled warmly at each other briefly forgetting the horror of the day and getting wrapped up in the promise of the present.

The water worked thankfully even though with no power it was cold as ice but still a welcomed treat for the both of them. The next win had been that the stoves all ran on gas that was still hooked up and working so Jerry was able to use a few of the non-perishable canned goods to cook them a feast. He had even found a stash of various wines used for cooking, but Jerry was still willing to drink them as well.
Summer had found a stash of candles and battery powered lanterns to use as lighting and the soup kitchen quickly felt like a five-star restaurant.
They sat and ate in an adorably giddy mood feeling the closest to the way things used to be either of them could remember. They had indoor plumbing, security, and an entire cooked meal that didn’t consist of monsters that used to be their neighbors. It was like icing on a cake that they even got to use silverware to eat with and glasses to drink from.
Jerry was enjoying some of the cheap wine he had found, and Summer was sipping on the freshest water she had drank since the fall. Summer suddenly stopped eating like a thought she couldn’t get rid of had taken over her mind.
“How are we going to find mom?” Summer asked the question and the mood of the whole room evaporated.
Jerry put down his fork and steadied himself. He knew this was going to suck but he knew that he had to be as brutally honest as he could right now so Summer could come to terms with what had happened and start working through it. Still he wished he could tell her some sweet little lie that would spare her.
“Summer,” he started with his eyes locked on the table. No, he thought, she deserves better than that. He looked up and locked eyes with her. “Summer, your mother is dead.”
Summer stared at him like she didn’t even see him. He watched her face go from disbelief to confusion to sadness to anger. Suddenly she was starring daggers through him, and Jerry felt like if he made a single move she would kill him.
“You don’t know that,” she hissed. “She could have unfrozen as they chased us. She could have escaped. She could still be out there looking for us right now. Scared. Alone. Worried sick.”
“Summer, she’s dead.” Jerry repeated it slowly never breaking eye contact. He needed her to listen to him. He needed to confess. “After I pushed you out of the window I heard her scream. I… I listened to her die. She’s gone. We couldn’t have done anything, and she would have wanted us to live on.”
“We could have carried her out of there,” she desperately tried to argue.
“We would have been overrun and would have all died.” Jerry wasn’t trying to make excuses he was just trying to make her come to grips with the truth.
“We could have held them off.” Her tears began to flow as she finally let herself feel her own grief.
“I could barely keep them back for us to get away and there were more on their way,” he confessed to her letting himself feel the shame he had bottled up at not being strong enough to hold off any threat.
“We could have…” Summer seamed at a loss for ideas. “We could have… we could… we…”
“WE,” Jerry seemingly lost his cool and shouted. “WE! WE didn’t fuck the world up. WE didn’t abandon our world. WE didn’t freeze ourselves and then left. RICK DID THIS! THAT SELFISH SON OF A BITCH DID THIS!” It was cathartic to him to finally voice this. “RICK KILLED YOUR MOM AND I SWEAR I WILL MAKE HIM PAY SOMEHOW!”
Summer looked at her father and felt a strange connection to him. There wasn’t a thing he said that she could dispute. Grandpa Rick and Morty had screwed up their world, ditched it, then came back just long enough to make it worse. She had never seen her father show this type of backbone, but she was enthralled by it.
“You know what dad,” she said with an equally pissed look on her face. “You’re damn right it’s his fault and you are damn right we’ll find a way to make him pay.”
“Damn right we will,” he toasted her with his wine happy she was on his side after all these years of no one seeing how bad Rick was for them.
“Hey dad,” she said quietly as she looked around almost embarrassed.
He looked at her with a smile and nodded so she would continue.
“Thank you for getting me out of there today.” She started seeming to begin spiraling down again. “If you hadn’t I would have died.”
“But we didn’t die.” Jerry poured himself a new glass of wine and had a quick thought on how to keep her from sinking into self-blame again. “Let’s toast. Pour out that water and I’ll pour you a glass of this.”
“Dad,” Summer chuckled. “I’m 17. I can’t drink.”
“First off we both know you’ve drank before.” Jerry told her with a knowing look. It wasn’t like he had waited until he was 21. “And besides that who is left that cares. As far as I can tell the sentient world here consists of you and me. I don’t care if you have a drink to get through this, so unless you do, there isn’t anyone out there that cares.”
Summer tossed the water out of her glass over her shoulder and slammed the empty glass down in front of her father. “Hit me then and we’ll toast to mom, then to Rick’s downfall, and then to anything else we can think of until we can’t think anymore.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Jerry laughed as he poured her a glass of the wine before he refilled his own glass. They raised their glasses and toasted before taking massive swigs.
They continued to eat and quickly drain their glasses before Jerry would refill them. By the time they were done eating they were both drunk off their asses. They each had a fresh glass of wine and were sitting on the cot mattresses they had piled up on the floor and looking through the second story window to the full moon. Jerry was holding Summer and he wasn’t sure if it was the light, or the wine, but it felt like more to him than just holding her. He felt a sexual tension that neither seemed to want to acknowledge or ignore.
Jerry let his hand glide against his daughters reminding him so much of the first time he made a move on Beth that he almost saw them as the same person. Without another sober thought to hold him back Jerry leaned in and kissed Summer on the lips in a way that a father never should.
Summer was drunk, horny, and in desperate need of comforting so she not only kissed him back but escalated the situation by opening her mouth and forcing her tongue into his. When he opened his mouth she fell into the same rhythm she had used on guys her age when she was in Highschool. One hand on the back of his head holding him in the make out session while the other slipped down to massage his hardening cock through his pants.
Jerry knew this was wrong but didn’t care. There was no one left to judge them, he was in desperate need of release, and the only person capable of providing him with more children bent on the same goal as him happened to be his daughter. He thought back to the oath he had made with himself when he had listened to Beth die to do whatever it takes to get his vengeance and saw sense that this was the only way to ensure that if he died someone would take up his cause.
Summer’s motives were much simpler. She needed comfort and she found that comfort in getting some dick. It didn’t matter anymore whose dick it was even if that meant getting it from her father. Besides who was left to care? As far as they knew everyone was one of these Cronenberg things besides them.
Jerry hit the point of fuck it and pushed his tongue back into her mouth as he moved one hand to grope her chest. Her tits felt amazing in his hand and when she didn’t back away he took that as a sign she was enjoying this as much as he was. He let go of her tits and ran his hands down her torso before moving his hand under her tank top.
Summer broke the kiss as she felt the flesh of her father’s hand connect with the naked flesh of her tits like an electric shock that shot through her body. She leaned back and yanked her top over her head so she was exposed from the waist up and her father could see what he was doing. He froze up staring at her tits so with a sexual smirk she grabbed his head and guided it to her chest.
He immediately got her meaning and started to lick and nibble on her nipples as he groped her ample chest. Her moans filled the room like a symphony of debauchery. He let go of one of her tits and forcibly jammed his free hand into her pants and panties so he could touch her pussy hopping to feel it from the inside by the end of the night.
Summer stood a bit to quickly and almost fell over before she recovered her balance and tore down her own pants and panties, so she stood completely naked in front of her father who stared at every inch of her with unbridled lust. He awkwardly pulled off the taters of clothes he wore without getting up or even looking away from her moon light drenched pale flesh. She took control for the moment and grabbed his head pushing it between her legs as she got back down on the mattresses.
Jerry began to eat her out with a lustful vigor he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager. The taste of her sweet pussy got him harder than he had ever been in his life. He desired her and wasn’t going to be denied. He pushed two fingers into her wet hole as he continued to work her clit with his tongue and listened to the symphony of her ecstasy.
She began to grind his face and his fingers. It made her a little confused to think about it, but she could finally understand why her mother had stayed with him before the fall. His head game was amazing. That combined with how long it had been since she had felt sexual let alone experienced it got her there faster than she ever had. She arched her back and let out a scream of pleasure at the top of her lungs as she felt her orgasm wash over her and her pussy clamped down on her father’s invading fingers.
He pulled out his fingers and stood up as he watched her orgasm fade and she tried to catch her breath. Jerry decided it was his turn and he stood in front of her and grabbed his daughters head with a firm grip on her hair and guided her it forward as he stroked his rock-hard cock covered in her pussy juices and guided it forward.
By the time it got to her lips it was glistening with her own juices. In her blissful drunk state she simply opened his mouth so that the man holding her hair like that could do whatever he wanted to her. She felt his cock that felt bigger than it looked invade her mouth and then continue its push into her throat. Her lack of a gag reflex had made her popular with the boys and even some teachers before the fall and she certainly hadn’t lost her touch.
Jerry could have happily fucked her face until he came and made her swallow it, but he had another goal in mind. He needed to make sure he had more heirs, more descendants that would take up his cause. He needed to make sure that him and Summer became this worlds new Adam and Eve. He NEEDED to breed her.
Summer felt a slight twinge of want when she felt the cock pull out past her lips and she was briefly worried he felt some sort of regret. That worry and the want evaporated as he pushed her onto her back, knelt down between her legs, and lined his hard spit covered cock with her dripping wet entrance.
Jerry ran the tip of his cock up and down her labia a few times making sure to connect with her clit. She was grinding her hips and almost begging for it by the time he slipped the tip of his cock into her silky smooth, tight, wet love tunnel. He looked her in the eyes as he slowly slid himself into her inch by inch. As he bottomed out she bit her lower lip and it was like a green light on a drag strip.
Summer could barely grunt as he began pounding away into her at a brutal pace. He didn’t bother with any build up or increasing pace and went straight to ravaging his daughter’s pussy with reckless abandon. She could almost feel his goal with every thrust, and she found didn’t honestly care.
“You… can cum… in me if… you want.” Summer grunted as he continued to pound her like she was just a sex toy.
“Oh I’m going to,” he growled as he continued to use her tight pussy. “I’m going to breed you and we will create our own new dynasty dedicated to our vengeance. I will be this worlds new Adam and you will be my Eve.”
His words pierced her inebriated, lustful, broken mind and she realized that he wanted to get her pregnant. She thought about it briefly and began thrusting back on his penetrating cock knowing she wanted it as much as he did.
Jerry moaned as she pushed back, and he grabbed her shoulder for leverage as he drove himself as deep as he could into her. He felt the familiar tightening in his balls, but he didn’t care if he came as long as he came deep inside Summer’s fertile womb. She would birth him an army of children to exact his vengeance on Rick.
“Fuck yes,” he yelled as he pumped his cum deep into her. He looked down at his daughter and saw she was just has happy to have his cum in her as he was to dump it there.
They both collapsed into a heap of panting, sweating, naked flesh as Jerry kissed her on the head and his ever so slowly softening cock acting as a stopper keeping his cum in her.
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