Characters: 1) Rick Sanchez 👨🏻🦳, 2) Morty Smith 👦🏼, 3) Jerry Smith 👨🏻🦰, 4) Mr. Poopybutthole 👲, 5) Summer Smith 👱🏻♀️, 6) TV's Zach Braff 🧑🏻⚕️, 7) Beth Smith 👩🏼, 8) Alien Morgan Freeman 👽, 9) Franhildora 👩🏽🦱
Show Synopsis: Follow Rick, an alcoholic genius with a speech impediment, as he travels the multiverse with his grandson, Morty Smith, on whacky space adventures with an intensely nihilistic Lovecraftian Tone. WARNING: Episodes May Cause Memes.
Act 1- Int. The Smith's Kitchen
Jerry, Mr. Poopybutthole, Morty, and Rick are enjoying the new breakfast chicken sandwiches from McDonald's at the kitchen table.
Jerry says that he likes the Chicken McGriddle, Rick, while eating his McChicken Biscuit, berates Jerry, callling him a "Fucking Idiot and the worst possible thing that has ever happened to my daughter. Be ashamed of yourself.", Mr. Poopybutthole chimes in that he also likes the Chicken McGriddle, and Rick responds with kindness. "To- To each their own, Poopybutthole." Rick smiles and burps, giving Mr. Poopybutthole a thumbs up, and Jerry, jaw dropped, looks at Rick with shock and discontent. Meanwhile, Morty's enjoying his deluxe breakfast, not saying a single word or looking up from his pancakes, eggs, and sausage.
In comes Summer, screaming loudly in a panic. This is the first time in weeks that she's actually been home.
The family doesn't know what's happening, until it's panned in to reveal Summer's hair has turned completely grey over night!
The family stares at Rick, Jerry accuses him of being responsible, Rick denies any involvement, Morty threatens to call his Mom, who's at a Horse Surgeon Seminar with TV's Zach Braff, Jerry looks insecure, knowing Beth's had a crush on him since long before Scrubs and states his frustration. Morty yells at his dad, telling him now isn't the time for jealousy. Jerry asks when is the time, Morty and his grey haired sister both shout at their father. Mr. Poopybutthole enjoys his Chicken McGriddle.
Rick sighs, scans Summer, and reveals she's got the Menopox.
(B Story) Int. Hotel Lobby
Beth is trapped in an elevator with a very, very, very drunk Zack Braff. When he starts crying in a panic, pukes on her open toed shoes, and curls up into a ball in the corner, mumbling about dying, her feelings towards him had completely dissolved and her trip had been officially ruined.
Act 2-Int. Smith Living Room
On the Smith's living room television, Summer is experiencing an intense hot flash as a pointy eared humanoid with blue skin, in a purple tux, with a curly white beard, asks the question "What is Menopox?" In a calm, Morgan Freeman voice.
Her boobs are expanded and sagging ever so slightly. Her hips are wide, and she has a rather noticeable camel toe wedged from her white capris pants.
Rick adds that this person is the Runmakian version of Morgan Freeman. Morty and Jerry are interested in that fact and asks questions, Summer tells them to shut up in a surprisingly hoarse tone.
A visual aid pans to two pointy eared teenagers, outside what's clearly a high school, holding books even though they both have perfectly functional backpacks.
"The first sign is your hair. It'll start to grey almost immediately."
The two teens look panicked as their raven black hair slowly loses its color, gets brittle, and grey like the fog in San Francisco.
"Next is the wrinkles."
Summer panics, heading over to the mirror over by the bowl of keys, discovering she does in fact have a prominent set of crow's feet.
"Eventually, your body will completely resemble that of a woman's post menopausal. Roughly, around the age of 20 to 30 shlam-morks."
Morty asks what a shlam-mork is, Rick explains the announcer said somewhere around 60 to 85 years.
Morty still wants to know the equivalence between a year and a shlam-mork, Summer cries, telling her little brother now isn't the time to learn about alien time!
The question remains, how did Summer get Menopox?
"There are a number of ways to get Menopox. The most common, oral sex with an unprotected shlammy-plopper. Remember, kids, always wear a flimmy flam on your shlammy-plopper, or, you'll end up an old tosfy-wungus*" The alien equivalent of an old biddy.
This is made more clear when the now elderly teens are forced to sit on rascals. Shaky, old, and decrepit.
For some reason, their books still not in their backpacks!
Rick, Morty, Mr. Poopybutthole, and Jerry stare at Summer, realizing where she'd been going for the past few weeks.
"What?" She asks, denying any oral sex with an unprotected shlammy-plopper. Her face adding more and more wrinkles, her boobs pushed down with the gravity of time as the family is nothing but silent.
(B Story)Int. Hotel Elevator
Zach Braff is singing Somewhere Only We Know by Keane, poorly, and getting on Beth's last nerve.
"You know what, I use to think you were cute!" Beth glares, making Zach cry even more.
She feels bad, but, what's said is said.
Act 3-Ext, Alien Planet
Rick, Jerry, Morty, and Mr. Poopybutthole are at Summer's new relationship's house on the Runmakian Home-World.
At this point, Summer is around 60 years old, with leathery, wrinkled skin, and dimples around her saggy, exposed bingo wings. She'd acquired quite a substantial amount of weight, thanks to menopause, and is very self conscious about it.
Jerry, at the door, is yelling at his increasingly elderly daughter, questioning how she could be so irresponsible. Rick rolls his eyes, and defends his granddaughter by making a comment about Jerry being a god damn hypocrite. The two get into a heated argument over Beth, fists are drawn, it's very one sided, with Rick being the victor, Mr Poopybutthole and Morty try to be the voices of reason, but the fighting only ends when the door opens, revealing a beautiful, young Runmakian Female, with greying hair.
Jerry, face swollen and bloody, Morty, and Mr. Poopybutthole stare at Summer. Apparently, Female Runmakians have shlammy-ploppers!
Rick already knew that fact.
(B Story) Zach Braff apologizes for his behavior, Beth accepts. Eventually, Zach confesses that he actually knew Beth. Well, a version of her. Beth soon learns that Zach is from an alternate reality and was happily dating Beth until she died of cancer in high school.
The tension got so heavy, you'd swear the elevator would crash!
Zach goes on to explain that he was trapped in this reality by a strange, middle aged man, in a white lab coats, years ago, for reasons unknown.
Zach then explains he's actually tried to meet her several times in the past, but it was always just too much for him.
The elevator opens, Beth helps Zack up, and smiles awkwardly.
Zack once again apologizes, Beth says it's okay and apologizes on the man she's certain is responsible's behalf.
Act 4- Int. Alien Clinic
At a Runmakian Clinic, a shriveled old Summer, eyes practically shut, sitting in a wheelchair, the handles held tightly by her lover, Franhildora, with a rather noticeable set of wrinkles, is being giving a prescription for an alien drug called Shumngies.
"Take these twice a day for two weeks." The Doctor tells Summer.
She groans "What?!", and the Doctor shouts what was previously said.
Summer shouts louder, the Doctor sighs, hands Franhildora an alien hearing aid, she kneels down, places it on her aging lover's ear, asks if she can hear better now, Summer slowly nods, and Franhildora locks her plump lips onto Summer's thin and dry!
Jerry, face bruised, apologizes to Rick. Stating that he now understands what it's like when your children have romantic relationships.
Rick shrugs, berating Jerry and telling him he "doesn't know shit about shit"
Mr. Poppybutthole and Morty comfort Jerry.
Meanwhile, Alien Morgan Freeman show's up at the clinic with a group of elderly women in very age inappropriate dresses. Mr. Poopybutthole tries to make a joke, Morty says it's of poor taste. Jerry agrees.
Epilogue- Int. Smith Living Room
A week has now passed, a now 50 year old Summer, who borrowed a plump neighbor's black and white striped dress, is getting ready for a date with Franhildora.
Morty compliments her, but she's still embarrassed about her momentary age and size.
Beth comes home, confused to why her daughter is a middle aged woman.
Jerry says, sitting on a couch with a face still bruised, "DO NOT ASK, BETH."
Beth shrugs, thinking everything will go back to normal sooner or later.
In the kitchen, alone with her father, eating a box of eyeholes at the kitchen table, Beth asks if he knew anything about Zack Braff.
Rick shrugs and walks off into the garage.
Beth for the first time ever says, "You can be a real asshole sometimes, Dad."
Rick stops, and shrugs his shoulders once again.
After Credits Scene- Int. Morty's Room
Laying in bed, Morty is woken up by Mr. Poopybutthole, who came up with a better Morgan Freeman joke.
"The Moment's passed, Poopy." Morty yawns, going back to bed.
Mr. Poopybutthole, defeated, close's Morty's bedroom door slowly with a deep frown on his face.
Show Synopsis: Carnival Phantasm is essentially a crossover between the major works of the Nasuverse, namely Tsukihime, Fate/Stay Night, and Melty Blood. A series of events that lie outside the canon timeline while still remaining canon, where anything and everything can occur. The focus of the story is the F/SN part of the show itself, where 7 mages bring heroic spirits of old to battle for the Holy Grail, an omnipotent wish granter. The opening paragraphs are taken and modified from the original Carnival Phantasm to set the scene.
On a quiet street in an unknown town, in an empty bar sporting a refined yet laid back motif; the phone on the counter begins to ring.
“Hi, this is Ahnenerbe- “A short anthropomorphic cat begins to say before being interrupted with a call-in request.
“For the last time, we don’t serve Mapo Tofu!!” The cat, now named Ahnenerbe slams the phone down with a huff, complaining about how rude the man on the other end was. A moment passes before the phone rings again,
“I told you already, we only serve curry- Eh? That’s not what you meant? The Carnival is starting once again? …THE CARNIVAL PHANTASM?!!” Off to the side a similar looking creature nods its head with an affirmative grunt, while a grey haired creature takes a drag from a cigarette.
“That’s right, the Carnival Phantasm has arrived once more. Every ten years, it is a time where various tales cross paths. It transcends obligations, adult circumstances, and all morals. The Carnival begins!”
Both cats nearby nod eagerly, while a fourth makes her presence known, “A new dimension where those who’ve never come across each other can meet. As a choice of life, it could be wild. In another sense, it could be unlucky.” With a laugh the grey haired cat puts out his cigarette on an ashtray nearby,
“Now, let us all enjoy…this fleeting Carnival.”
“…You know I still don’t know what exactly that means.” The fourth cat responds, eliciting a grunt and a nod from the second.
Beach Day Disaster
Fuyuki City, the horrid battleground of the Fourth and Fifth Holy Grail War, a half baked attempt at enlightenment where seven mages summon seven spirits of mythology and history to do battle. A city laden with suffering and grief at the hands of three families in the hopes of having their one perfect wish granted…Today however, the city is at peace, and the participants of the Fifth war are enjoying a relaxing day at the beach. Save for a few odd individuals the whole beach had been rented out for a private event thanks to Rin Tohsaka and Illyasveil von Einsbern.
“Geez, did you two really need to close off the whole place just for us? It feels a little overkill Tohsaka.” Shirou Emiya said, glancing at the quiet beach with a bit of apprehension. Of course given all the trouble the pair had gone through to pull this off he wasn’t going to complain about it, already having donned his swim trunks, his orange hair swaying slightly in the breeze.
“Well I don’t want anyone bothering us while we relax, got a problem with that? Besides, if this place were too crowded, we’d never be able to have fun.” Rin replied, patting the young man on the shoulder.
“Now, it’s just you, me, and Illya. Plus weren’t you complaining about not being able to have a normal day for once? With everything going on I figured you could use a day to just relax and be a normal person. Now stop your complaining and get a move on.” She said, already walking in front of him. For a moment Shirou’s face grew flustered as Rin passed by, her red two piece doing wonders at showing off the smooth curve of her hips and legs, contrasting well with her light skin tone. Her top was a little more conservative, fully encompassing her admittedly small chest while keeping an air of refinement and cuteness. With a shake of the head Shirou picked up the ice chest at his feet and started following behind, careful not to stare too long at the swaying figure in front of him.
“Shiiiiirooouuu! You made it!” A cheery voice proclaimed as a small girl with long white hair and sharp red eyes bounded over to him, giggling the whole way before giving him a hug.
“Oh…and you’re here too Tohsaka. Nice to see you made it.” The girl replied in a far less enthused tone, giving her the stink eye before looking up at Shirou with a grin.
“Hey now, she did help pay for all this. Be nice for today Illya.” He said, setting the ice chest down before giving the smaller girl a hug. Illya pouted at his words but seemed to relent with a sigh as she nodded.
“Sorry Tohsaka…I really am happy you could come.” She said, more for Shirou’s benefit than anything else. Popping open the ice chest she dug out a soda can, and cracking it open handed it to Rin.
“Well, at least you know how to behave sometimes, thank you.” Rin said, taking the can with a smile. Absentmindedly sipping from it as she and Shirou set up the towels and umbrella, Illya watched on with a sadistic grin.
‘This is perfect! Once she’s out of the way it’ll just be me and Shirou together!’ Illya thought to herself as she continued to watch as Rin downed the last of the soda can. Once everything was set up the three of them decided on a few activities.
“Come on, I’ll race you two to the water!” Shirou suggested, a wide grin on his face as the two girls shot each other a competitive look. “You’re on!” “You’re on!”
Both girls proclaimed as all three of them took off towards the water, with Shirou leading the pack by a fair margin. Rin was beginning to catch up while Illya was barely able to keep up with her.
“What’s wrong Illya? Can’t keep up?” Rin taunted, looking back with a smug grin. Illya didn’t respond, but looked at the other girl with a telling smile. All of a sudden Rin began to slow down, her heart beating furiously while her muscles began to burn. Her pace continued to slow as she started panting, Illya soon taking over jumping into the water a little ways behind Shirou while Rin made a complete stop, her hands on her knees as she struggled to catch her breath. Watching this happen with a similarly smug grin, Illya then turned to Shirou and splashed him with a bit of water to keep his attention off of her, letting out a small chuckle he began to retaliate before the sound of hard breathing caught his ear. Turning to Rin he looked on with a worried expression.
“Rin? Are you alright? It wasn’t that far of a run was it?” He asked, he knew that even for a mage she was pretty fit, enough that a simple run shouldn’t have been enough to exhaust her this much.
“Come on Shirou, don’t let little miss lazybones ruin this!” Illya called out, glaring at the girl in question.
“Somethings huff…huff…not right…” Rin groaned, taking a few steps forward before stopping once more. Now visibly concerned Shirou rushed over to her, only to stop dead in his tracks once he got close enough to see her in detail. Her normally vibrant black hair seemed washed out, while it hung limply in her usual twintails. With her head down Shirou couldn’t quite make out the look on her face, her body on the other hand was on full display…
Her normally soft hourglass curves had thickened tremendously, what had once been a smooth and flat stomach now pooched out, leaving her decidedly square in shape. A noticeable roll of fat now protruded out and hung over the waistband of her bikini into a muffin top while the straps began to sink into the soft fat around her hips. Behind her back her peach shaped rear was growing chunky, slowly sinking downwards as the taut flesh slackened, light dimpling beginning to pop up along the backs of her thighs. The skin on her hands looked thinner than before, blue veins growing visible underneath the surface while her forearms wobbled subtly with each wheezing breath.
Shirou was taken aback, filled with worry he rushed over to her. Grabbing her by the shoulders he bent down a bit to get level with her.
“Rin, are you alright?!” He asked, going pale as she straightened up with a groan. The eighteen year old girl he expected to see now resembled someone clearly in her 40s, bags had formed underneath her eyes while crows feet pushed out from the sides. Wrinkles framed her slightly thinner lips while the skin around her neck seemed slack. Now standing up straight he could see that her breasts, while having grown respectably larger, were nowhere near as firm as they should’ve been. The cups of her bikini top were being pulled down be their weight, exposing much of her sun spotted cleavage.
“R…Rin? What happened?!” Shirou cried, already guiding her back over to where they’d set up.
“I’m…not sure, I started feeling tingly when we started racing. All of a sudden my legs started burning and I could hardly catch my breath!” She explained, her hands suddenly shooting up to her throat at the sound of her voice.
“Oh god…I sound like my mother!” She cried, quickly taking stock of what she could see on herself, starting to shake.
“What’s going on?! I was fine earlier today!” Rin groaned as they reached the towels. Before she could take a seat, a nagging cough began to build up in her throat. Startled by this Shirou stumbled back, unable to believe his eyes as Rin began to look even older!
With every rattling cough her hair began to turn grey, more and more light hairs creeping over what was left of the black. The wrinkles around her eyes and mouth deepened, her cheeks sloping into jowls with every groan. Her breasts quickly deflated in her top, losing whatever semblance of firmness left as pale and flabby titflesh began to seep out the sides of the cups, pulling the top down even further. Her stomach continued to fatten and hang lower over the waistband of her bottoms before loosening until only empty skin remained. Rin’s legs began to quiver as the muscle and fat seemed to melt away, no longer plump with curves or even fat, she was left standing on frail, broomstick thin limbs. Her ass having already deflated and sagged into a sad square lump, barely able to keep her bottoms from slipping down to the sand. She all but collapsed onto the ice chest as her coughing fit ended.
“Uhhhhh…what’s…happening…to me?” Rin moaned as her lips curled into her mouth, her teeth having suddenly vanished entirely.
“Oh wow…you’re a natural granny Tohsaka~” A cheery voice called out, from behind Shirou’s back Illya looked at her, obviously getting a sick sense of satisfaction out of seeing her in such a state.
“What? Speak up damnit, everything sounds so distant!” Rin shouted, struggling to make out the two figures before her, having an even harder time hearing them.
“Illya? What are going on about, we have to help her!” Shirou shouted, looking at the smaller girl in disbelief at her casual attitude.
“Oh come on Shirou, let’s just leave the old woman here to rest. This was supposed to be a day for the two of us before she tagged along.” Illya complained, tugging at his arm.
“I didn’t want her ruining our day off so I decided to give her a little gift, she’s always acting so stuffy anyway. Why not make her look like she acts?” She said, making sure she was loud enough for Rin to hear.
“Illya!! You did this to her?!” Shirou shouted in anger, grabbing the small girl be the shoulders with a look of rage.
“You little brat!! When I get my hands on you!” Rin warbled, grunting and panting as she attempted to stand up so she could manhandle the girl in front of her, only to fall back onto the ice chest, rubbing her back. Seeing this, Shirou let go of Illya and walked over to her, getting onto one knee and helping ease her back.
Seeing Shirou focus on Rin so much angered Illya, and with a childish pout stomped her foot in the sand. “Fine!! If you wanna bum around with an old lady I won’t stop you!! See if I care! BERSERKER!!!!!” The moment that final word left her lips an ear shattering roar filled the air.
The ground beneath them trembled as a massive figure slammed down, when the dust settled a behemoth of a man stood straight, glaring at the three with sharp eyes.
“Hmph, we’re going home Berserker. This is no fun anymore, and I think I’m getting a sunburn.”
She said, Berserker helping the girl up onto his shoulder. Though before they took off she glanced back at them, pity filling her eyes at the sight of Shirou looking between Rin with worry and Berserker with apprehension.
“she’ll be fine by tonight…so you don’t need to worry about anything.”
She mumbled, even Shirou was hardly able to hear it as the pair shot off into the sky. Letting out a sigh, Shirou knew he’d have to have a chat with Illya later.
“Honestly…she keeps saying she’s older than me but she can be a real child sometimes.” He said, shaking his head.
“Come on Rin, I’ll help you back home.” He said, moving to get her up before she weakly swatted his hand away, glaring dangerously at him through slightly hazy eyes.
“Like hell we are, I’m not letting that brat ruin today for us. We’re going to spend the day here together, even if I have to do it as a shriveled up crone.” Rin said, her frail voice still cutting through Shirou like iron.
“Geez Rin, you really don’t know when to quit huh?” He asked jokingly.
“Shut it, now make yourself useful and help me put some lotion on. I’ll burn up out here.”
Rin said, cursing Illya in the back of her mind. She’d meant to have Shirou rub her down anyway, only now instead of getting to feel up her tight legs and perky rear he was about to gently tend to her withered and sagging legs and sunken ass.
“Right, right. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to be careful…” Shirou said as he got to work…
It wasn’t easy keeping Rin company, if anything her attempts to play the earlier events off made her seem even older, acting like a crabby old woman for most of the day. Thankfully as the sun began to dip below the ocean, whatever curse Illya had heaped upon Rin was starting to wear off. Having slipped back into her 50s at that point and finally having relaxed a bit.
“Sigh, that damn brat…nearly ruined our day off. Still, I’m glad you kept me company. I must’ve been a real drag all day.” She said, her voice having gone from shrill to husky as she tugged at the straps of her bikini.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be sure to have a chat with her tomorrow. But I’m sure she’s sorry now, so go easy on her ok?” Shirou said, looking at Rin for a few seconds before quickly turning his head away, his cheeks burning furiously red. With a knowing grin, Rin began to cozy up to him on the blanket, shifting her heavier legs onto his lap.
“Oh? Do I see a blush? Don’t tell me you think I look good like this, Shi-rou Em-i-ya~” She teased, pushing his name out slowly.
“Hey now, I think you look good no matter what. Not just now.” He retorted, doing his best to keep his eyes off her. An oddly girlish giggle came from Rin as her arms suddenly wrapped around his neck, “Ooooh? Don’t think I’m letting you off easy for that one, now come to mama~” With that she pulled the poor boy on top of her, determined to make the most out of her fleeting maturity.
“Hmph, truly…justice isn’t something you can speak lightly of.” A certain cat spoke from the other side of the beach, eliciting a swift nod and grunt from the cat right next to her. “Next time, The Hanging Gardens of Babylon…The night grows long as the Carnival makes its return.”
Post by JackpotMans on Apr 12, 2020 23:45:34 GMT -6
Hey, a little update on the story contest, due to the pandemic I need to save funds and thus cannot fulfill the prize obligations at this time. I promise that once I'm in a better financial situation, the prize will be given. To that end, I have decided to extend the date of submissions to until May, I hope that you can flex your creative muscles during this time of self quarantine.
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6