TITLE: Scully's Dilemma

Author: Romp

E-Mail: Rompier@aol.com

CATEGORY Story/R/H/A

RATING: NC-17

WARNING: Language. Some graphic consensual oral and anal sex between Scully
and a mysterious stranger during a dream sequence.

SUMMARY. An interagency office briefing on a series of cases involving anal
probing stirs strange fantasies in Scully. In order to get to the "bottom"
of Scully's suspsicions about having been anal probed, she and Mulder must
get very up close and personal.

TIMESPAN/SPOILER WARNING: No Spoilers That I'm Aware of. Set Roughly around
the end of Season Six or the beginning of Season Seven.

KEYWORDS: UST, Smut, Humor, Anal probing

DISCLAIMER: The X-Files and the characters of Mulder and Scully belong to
Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting and are used
without permission. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is
being made from their use.

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Dana Scully sat in one of the fifth floor briefing rooms employed 
for task force operations.  She, her partner, Fox Mulder, and a 
number of other select agents were convened for semi-annual intra-
office briefings.  The series had been instituted in response to 
the changing nature of criminal threats and particular concerns 
over so-called catastrophic terrorism.  The FBI Director wanted 
increased contact among agents from disparate departments within 
the Bureau, the better to help them share information.  

Scully had come to look forward to the briefings as a way of 
keeping in touch with the more normal side of the FBI.  Although 
she had unexpectedly come to enjoy her work with Mulder on the X-
Files, there was still a side of her that longed for the 
innovative forensic techniques that had first drawn her to the 
Bureau.  The morning's kick-off presentation on new DNA 
identification techniques had been particularly stimulating and 
she was also looking forward to an afternoon briefing on the use 
of genetic engineering techniques to alter biological agents to be 
more lethal.  The Bureau had been devoting increased resources to 
such concerns ever since the attack in the Tokyo subway.

She glanced upward at the conference room clock and back down at 
the typed agenda next to her notebook.  10:45 was slotted for an 
update on "Unusual public health risks."  The briefing was to be 
given by one Agent Raymond Daniels.  Daniels was generally 
regarded among the water-cooler circuit as a hard-charging up-and-
comer.  Golden boy of his Academy class, he privately bragged that 
we would make assistant director before 35, and many felt he had 
the talent -- and connections -- to do it.  Young and cocksure, 
Daniels took the podium and waited for his PowerPoint brief to 
load.

"Good morning.  In keeping with the Director's intentions for this 
seminar, I'd like to present the assembled expertise in this room 
with the facts surrounding a new and potentially disturbing trend 
that has been identified in a number of Mid-Atlantic states.  I'm 
hoping that a presentation of the facts to such to an 
interdisciplinary group as this might benefit our investigation."  

Daniels paused seemingly uncertain as to whether or not to 
proceed.  The rest of the room focused on his silence.  He cleared 
his throat. 

"In particular, I'd appreciate Agent Mulder's input."  

Mulder and Scully looked up at Daniels -- then just as quickly at 
one another.  Scully had always assumed that their inclusion in 
these seminars was due to the simple fact that they were chaired 
by the agents' immediate superior -- AD Skinner.  Few outside 
their basement office seemed to care about -- or in some cases 
even know about -- the X-Files.  Among those who did, Mulder was 
universally dismissed as a quack -- albeit a brilliant one -- and 
Scully as his long-suffering Watson.  For an agent of Daniels' 
rising prominence to specifically request Mulder's input was 
interesting indeed.  Scully tried not to make too much of it, 
returning to her notebook.  She jotted down quick notes as Daniels 
proceeded with his brief.  

Nine deaths over a three-month period.  Bodies were all found at 
home.  Locations of the victims stretched over a three hundred 
mile area from Maryland to North Carolina.  But there was no 
sequential progression to the deaths.  The first death occurred in 
Norfolk.  The second in Baltimore.  A third in Raleigh.  A fourth 
in Williamsburg.  Another in Frederick.  And so on in random order 
across three states.  The last victim found one week ago just 
outside DC.  

Scully's curiosity was peaked and she could tell by the intent 
look on her partner's face, that Mulder's was too.  Daniels moved 
on to the specifics of the deaths.

"All victims appear to have died from sudden and massive collapse 
of some of their internal organs.  Autopsies revealed severe 
trauma and rupturing of the kidneys, lower intestines, pancreas, 
and other major organs in the lower half of the chest cavity.  
Heart and lungs were undamaged.  No external trauma or wounds were 
visible."  Daniels cleared his throat again.  "Medical examiners 
in different states reached similar conclusions: that some of the 
victims lower internal organs appeared to have spontaneously 
ruptured and/or liquefied."  

"The absence of any external trauma had initially led to fears of 
a pathogenic agent.  However, the distance between the victims has 
raised doubts as to whether this could be the earliest phases of a 
transmissible outbreak. Subsequent investigation by the Center for 
Disease Control failed to turn up evidence of any known pathogenic 
agents.  Careful medical screening of persons in close contact 
with the victims -- including sexual partners -- also failed to 
manifest any abnormalities."  

Daniels paused to let this last point sink in.  "In short, agents, 
we have something of a mystery.  The CDC has also done extensive 
screening of water, air, and food products that the victims might 
have been exposed to.  All were negative.  We have no clue as to 
why these nine people simply appeared to...rupture...for lack of a 
better word, from the inside out."

Scully could feel the rising tension to her left.  Mulder was 
thinking the same thing as she: this case should have been an X-
File long before nine people had died.  For once though, Mulder 
seemed content to avoid a moral harangue about the purview of his 
work.

Daniels continued.  

"We have understandably explored other avenues of investigation, 
to include looking into the victim's backgrounds for any clues as 
to the cause of this unusual phenomenon and for any indications of 
common factors among the disparate victims."

Daniels paused.  Clearing his throat a third -- and then a fourth 
time.  

"Here it comes," Scully thought to herself.

"Our efforts revealed that all nine victims believed they were..."

Daniels finally choked it out: "Well, they all had reported alien 
abduction experiences."

A murmur went up through the room.  Clearly the assembled agents 
were unsure what to make of this.  Daniels' reputation was 
impeccable yet he seemed to have been flung into the middle of the 
type of bizarre sensationalism in which Mulder reveled.   

AD Skinner steered the meeting back to the facts. "Agent Daniels, 
could you be more specific about exactly what these people 
believed happened to them?"

Scully saw Daniels' face redden.  She sensed that Skinner's 
question had made things only more uncomfortable for the young 
agent.

Daniels took a deep breath.  "All nine victims had reported being 
abducted and had reported experiences consistent with the 
standard...'abduction profile'...developed by Agent Mulder in his 
work on the X-Files."

Scully dare not look but she knew that Mulder must have been 
beaming: to have a case of this nature brought up in this forum, 
by someone other than himself.  Any anger that he had felt about 
not being brought onboard earlier would have subsided at the 
simple recognition that someone else, for once, was talking about 
alien abductions.  

Daniels' redness had receded and now the agent looked almost pale.

"Is that it agent?"  Skinner asked.

"No sir.  In addition to the 'standard' abduction profile...all 
nine victims had made specific complaints...or...well...had 
reported specific sensation...with...I mean..."

"Agent Daniels we're all adults here.  Let's get on with it."  
Skinner was clearly losing patience with Daniels' personal 
discomfort with this case.

"Yes sir."  Daniels cleared his throat for the penultimate time.  
Then he matter-of-factly stated: "All nine victims reported having 
been anal probed during their abduction experience.  Although 
other details of their abduction stories varied, the reports of 
extensive anal probing remained consistent."

Scully drew in a deep breath.  She was sure that if Skinner hadn't 
been in the room, half of her colleagues would have doubled over 
in laughter.  She felt herself barely able to contain herself, 
more out of Daniels' discomfort than the fact that he had raised 
anal probing.  She, more than anyone, was sensitive to abduction 
stories, having possibly been abducted herself.  Although she 
didn't know exactly what she believed anymore. 

Daniels pressed on, clearly wanting to conclude his presentation.  
"In addition to the...commonalities with respect to the reports of 
anal probing, all nine victims also were reported to have 
complained of...of..."

"Agent Daniels!"  Skinner's patience had been exhausted.

"I'm sorry sir.  Ahem.  All nine had recently complained of...of a 
phantom sensation that was described as consistent with repeated 
anal probing or anal sex."

Out of the corner of her eye, Scully saw one seasoned agent make 
an awkward dash for the door, clearly red-faced and on the verge 
of uncontrollable laughter.

Daniels cast his eyes skyward, humiliated.  Scully wondered how an 
agent allegedly as savvy as Daniels had allowed himself to be 
saddled with such a bizarre case, let alone required to brief it 
to his peers.  

"Finally," Daniels said with obvious relief,  "a strange greenish 
discoloration was reported on the victims anuses and...and 
nipples."

Scully looked up.  She made out more smirks around the room.  
Daniels strange briefing had reduced half the agents in the room 
to the maturity level of schoolchildren.  She would have joined 
them had not nine people been dead.   But still, green nipples and 
anal probing?

As usual, Mulder was able to remain straight-faced amidst the most 
lurid of details.  "Agent Daniels, could you go back to the issue 
of the phantom anal probing?"

In the corner, one younger agent no longer could contain herself.  
She let out a quick chortle of laughter that threatened to erupt 
around the room.  Cowered by a glare from Skinner, she retreated 
red-faced behind her notebook.  

Daniels looked down at his notes and read the details in a 
monotone: "All nine reported the phantom sensation of having a 
probe-like instrument anally inserted.  In three cases, this 
phenomenon was actually witnessed by close friends and relatives."

Mulder was clearly enjoying himself.  "Witnessed?  You mean they 
actually saw..."

Daniels inhaled angrily.  "The witnesses reported seeing the 
victims -- fully clothed -- react in a manner consistent 
with...being probed...anally."

Two other agents darted for the door unable to control themselves.

"Huh."  Mulder looked genuinely perplexed.  

Skinner tried to restore some decorum. "Thank you Agent Daniels 
for that...interesting...presentation.  I suggest we all take a 
ten minute break to absorb these facts and, hopefully, compose 
ourselves."

***********

During the break, Scully and Mulder repaired to their basement 
office.  Scully couldn't wait to hear Mulder's private thoughts on 
Daniels' bizarre case.  

"So?"

Mulder played coy.  "So?"

"Please!  Mulder, you can't tell me you sat through a presentation 
like that and you don't have some theory...or at least a guess?"

"To be honest, Scully, I don't.  Not yet anyway.  I asked Daniels 
to copy me the autopsy reports and all the other material relevant 
to his investigation.  Not surprisingly, young Agent Daniels was 
all too eager to hand the case off to me."

"So you don't even have a preliminary theory?"

Mulder frowned.  "No, Scully, I don't.  I mean, to be honest, the 
most striking thing about the more lurid aspects of this case -- 
the phantom anal probing, the green discoloration -- is that 
they're things I've never seen before."

Scully let this last point sink in.  If Mulder hadn't seen it, who 
had?  

She glanced at her watch.  The ten minutes were almost up.  "I'd 
better get back.  You coming?"

Mulder glowered.  "No, Skinner wants me to go check out some 
strange apparition in a church down on Capitol Hill.  They painted 
their rectory and now one of the janitors is claiming he sees John 
the Baptist on the wall above the water cooler.  Apparently one of 
the parishioners is a good friend of the Attorney General's 
and...well, you know the story."   

Scully gave Mulder a sympathetic look.  One of the downsides of 
Mulder's unique interests was that he occasionally got called in 
on cases that even he thought were crazy.  

Scully moved to the door.  "Do you want to meet later for lunch?" 

"Sure.  How about some green nipples and ham?"   

Scully rolled her eyes and walked out of the office.

***********

The rest of the morning and afternoon proved uneventful.  Daniels 
simply retreated sheepishly to his spot at the conference table.  
The brief on biological weapons had proved dryer than Scully had 
hoped and she was relieved when the day of presentations 
concluded.

She had touched base during the afternoon break with Mulder.  The 
"apparition" had turned out to be a combination of moisture from 
the water cooler interacting with the fresh paint and the 
undercoat of old lead-based paint.  The mixture had resulted in a 
strange smearing that could, through an outdated pair of eye 
glasses, be construed as a face.  Beyond that, there were no 
miraculous forces at play and having established as much, Mulder 
opted to give himself the afternoon off.

**************

Scully had given little further thought to Daniels' brief, but as 
she prepared for bed that night, she found herself thinking back 
on the events surrounding her own disappearance years earlier.  
Her memories were still fuzzy, despite her attempts at 
retrogression therapy and hypnosis.  She had reluctantly come to 
accept that something had happened to her, but what specifically 
she was still unsure.  She had been given a thorough physical exam 
and, as best she could tell, anal probing was, mercifully, not 
something she had been subjected to.   

Still, as she lay down for bed, she found herself focusing on the 
subject.  Anal probing?  It sounded so ridiculous, the ultimate 
cliche of those paranoid individuals who were obsessed with their 
own questionable abduction experiences.  As a scientist Scully 
couldn't help but question, why, if beings from other worlds did 
exist and were capable of visiting earth, they would need anal 
probes to obtain information about human physiology.  Surely 
creatures that technologically sophisticated would have much more 
advanced means of performing diagnostics on their human subjects.  

Surprising herself, Scully let out a small giggle.  Unless, of 
course, the aliens liked anal probing!  Scully grinned and even 
blushed.  

Having been raised in a strict Catholic family, sex was something 
that was never discussed openly.  Scully had found out most of her 
information on the "birds and the bees" through school-girl rumors 
and the vicarious experiences of her sister Melissa.  Though 
Melissa was younger, she was always a much freer spirit than Dana 
and had actually served as something of a sexual mentor to Scully.  
Most of what she knew about sex prior to her own experiences had 
come from Melissa's tales of back-seat encounters with young 
officers at the naval base where their father was stationed.  

Scully looked longingly towards the window.  Melissa was gone now.

Maybe it was the fact that Melissa had been so adamant that she 
would never permit anal intercourse that had first sparked 
Scully's private interest in the act.  She remembered Melissa 
coming home furious at a young ensign who "had tried to enter her 
exit ramp."  Melissa had slapped him silly and, worse, threatened 
to report his suggestion to her father -- an empty threat to be 
sure, but one the ensign responded to readily.  He immediately 
took the girl home.  

Scully had always been the "good girl" of the family and privately 
she knew that her anal fantasies were a form of rebellion.  As a 
young teenager, she had rebelled by sneaking her mother's 
cigarettes.  As a young woman, there was a part of her that longed 
to shatter the ultimate sexual taboo, to cast off any aspersions 
to righteousness and goodness and take it "there."  She thrilled 
at the idea of reveling in her own wickedness, in seeing the 
shocked look on her lover's face when she requested that 
particular act.  

Of course, she never had.

Certainly, she'd had lovers, but she had never felt comfortable 
enough with any of them to actually share that particular fantasy.  
Or maybe, she hadn't felt comfortable enough with herself.

Now a little melancholy, Scully wondered if she ever would meet 
the right man, someone she could let in all the way -- literally 
and figuratively.  

****************

Scully's dreams always had a unique hue to them.  The hue was sort 
of a light violet, though at other times more bluish.  It was just 
something that seemed to always be there in her dreams -- in the 
sky, around lights, in reflections.  Maybe it was the analytic 
side of her brain's way of making sure it was clearly understood 
that this was only a dream.  Thus, as she walked through the 
Victorian manor, Scully took comfort in the violet haze that 
streamed in through the windows.  

She was dressed in a light silken dress that clung tightly to her 
body.  A firm breeze blew from an open window at the end of the 
hall.  The closer she came to the window the more gusty it became.  
She pressed on though, taking firm, but short steps down the 
corridor.  Then, as she expected, a man stepped into her path.  
The hue intensified from the window, casting him in an eerie, but 
beautiful, purple silhouette.  

He was tall, broad-shouldered and dressed in a uniform that seemed 
familiar, but somehow not.  The cloth and cut were similar to the 
dress white Navy uniforms she had seen her father and brother, 
Bill, wear, but different, with markings and colors from other 
eras mixed in to the design.  The man himself was handsome and 
well-built, yet also anonymous.  He wasn't necessarily faceless.  
It was just more a face she somehow couldn't recognize and 
wouldn't remember.  

At the site of him, Scully broke into a short run, embracing him 
full on the chest.  She felt him sniff at her hair, then move a 
hand to caress her neck.  As wind swirled around them, he flicked 
off the slender silken straps that held her waif-like dress. 

Scully's heart leapt as she was freed from the thin layer of 
clothing.  Gleefully, she pressed her nude body full against the 
silhouette's muscular frame. He moved his hand to her chin and 
drew her up into a long slow kiss.  Their tongues intertwined as 
Scully delighted in the feel of the well-starched uniform against 
her naked body.  

As the two lovers' tongues melted from one another, the man swept 
Scully up in his arms, cradling her small frame against his chest.  
Torn between the chill wind and the warmth of his body, Scully 
shuddered as the man steered her down the hallway into the 
confines of a plush bridal suite.

Scully had been here before with him, but past experience did 
nothing to diminish the rush she felt as he dumped her summarily 
onto the mat of lush pillows and sheets.  She rolled over and then 
up on her hands and knees, almost feral in her anticipation.  As 
the man stripped off his shirt, Scully arched her back, stalking 
catlike over to the edge of the bed.  Thrusting her hand hard into 
his waistband, she looked up at his bare torso.  With a laugh, she 
ran her tongue in a hard lollipop lick up his chest then leaned 
back in abandon, her grip on his belt her only support.

She needed his cock.

Roughly, the figure swatted away Scully's hand sending her 
tumbling backwards onto the bed again.  She recovered quickly, 
thrilled by his defiance.  She again crawled deliberately to the 
edge of the bed, the man having now had time to remove the 
trousers.  

Scully reached out and gently laced her fingers under his semi-
erect phallus.  She rubbed him tenderly between her thumb and 
forefinger, drawing closer.  By the time her mouth was in reach, 
he was fully erect.  She let her hand rest lightly on the top of 
his rigid shaft, her fingertips flicking playfully at the 
underside.  She pursed her lips and blew warmly on the head, 
smiling as he jumped at her ministrations.  

Then with a ferocity that surprised her, she darted forward, 
engulfing his head with her mouth.  Above her, the man arched and 
moaned, running his hand through her hair in clear approval.  
Scully freed him from her mouth, then went to work with her 
tongue, mimicking the lollipop lick she had applied to his chest.  
Her nose nestled hard against the side of his shaft, as her tongue 
darted everywhere, covering his manhood in a thin layer of gloss.  
With the necessary lubrication applied, Scully hungrily returned 
to the head, embracing it again in a hard, consuming kiss.  Then, 
she began thrusting downwards, her lips gliding down his shaft.  

Suddenly, she felt his grip on her hair tighten.

Scully looked up then released the man from her lips.  Questions 
filled her eyes.  This had never happened before.  Wasn't he 
pleased?

A gentle finger stroked her cheek, letting her know that he 
thoroughly enjoyed her efforts.  He picked Scully up by her 
shoulders, drawing her into another long, deep kiss.  

Slowly, the man began turning Scully around.  

She hesitated at first, then went along as the man silently 
shifted her shoulders, setting her firmly in front of him, her 
back to him.   She needed no encouragement as he applied gentle 
pressure, forcing her forward onto her elbows.  Scully inhaled 
deeply.  This had never happened before either.

Scully rested her head against the crisp linen sheets.  She felt 
the breeze kick up again, playing on her ass cheeks as the man 
drew her rear up into the precise position.  

"Oh!"  Scully exhaled hard as she felt a cool dollop of lubricant 
in between her cheeks.  The man was working deliberately now, no 
longer concerned about her reactions.  

Scully cradled her head in her arms and waited.

The man entered her with a hard, almost vicious thrust, sending 
shockwaves through her body.  She grunted and bit down hard, 
nearly drawing blood from her lower lip.  Christ, he must have 
been all the way in!  

Scully's ass was afire as she adjusted to the skewering sensation.  
The man's hands held her ass cheeks firmly and slowly began 
massaging them.  Dana let herself relax, the burning in her 
backside gradually subsiding, giving way to something new.  She 
felt her opening relax around him, felt herself take in the 
splendor of the fullness.  She smiled.

As if on cue, the man began thrusting again.  Slowly, gently.  
Short deliberate strokes that opened Dana's body up further to his 
intrusion.  Scully began moaning, almost uncontrollably.   The 
magnificent skewering sensation!  The wonderfully unbearable 
sensation of him moving in and out of her!  The naughtiness of it 
all!  Scully was in heaven.   

As his thrusts became harder and longer, Dana let herself go.  
Arching her back, she flipped her hair in ecstasy, pushing her 
hips back to meet him.  Groans and shouts emanated from her that 
she would have once thought impossible.  A chorus of raucous 
profanity exploded out of her, reaching a crescendo as the man 
exploded deep inside her.  At the top of her lungs, Dana let forth 
a visceral cry: "Yes!!!  Fuck My Ass!!!"  

Scully rolled over on her side.  She was completely spent but 
still inciting her lover with a stream of bawdy encouragements.  

It was only then that she realized she was talking out loud.  

Scully shook the sleep from her eyes slowly.  In the distance, she 
could hear her snooze alarm whirring.  She lay in the center of 
her bed nude, her bedclothes -- and pajamas -- flung about the 
room.

Scully collected herself.  What a dream!  She was slightly 
embarrassed, but more amazed that she had whipped herself into 
such a frenzy.  A sudden thought flushed her cheeks.  How loud had 
she been screaming?  Oh God, the neighbors...

Scully pulled the nearest sheet around herself, suddenly conscious 
of a more pressing concern.  Her ass was throbbing.

No!  This was not happening.  

Scully lowered the sheet.  Her nipples were a bright shade of 
green.

************

Ridiculous.  Scully glanced at her reflection in the full-length 
mirror.  Under other circumstances, this would have been 
laughable.  There, set against her milky white skin, were two 
bright green areolas.  With her amber pubic hair, she looked like 
an exotic dancer done up for St. Patrick's Day.

A half an hour had passed and Scully's analytic side had finally 
managed to gain the upperhand.  Panicking at this point was 
useless.  There could have been any number of -- well, there had 
to be some logical explanation for what had happened to her.  As 
near as she could tell, the sensation of penetration had not 
corresponded to the insertion of any device -- or anyone for that 
matter.  There was no external trauma that she could discern and, 
mercifully, no greenish discoloration around her anus -- at least 
none that she could distinguish in the awkward position she had 
assumed to check herself in the mirror.  

Physically, she felt fine.  Though her initial thought was to 
immediately check herself into Georgetown Medical, her instincts 
told her that this wasn't a case for ordinary medicine.  Still, 
she made herself a silent promise, that if she knew no more by the 
end of the day, she would admit herself for observation.  She 
understood all too well that as ludicrous as this situation 
seemed, it still had the potential to be lethal.  

Scully took a short step towards the bathroom and cringed.  God, 
her ass did hurt.  Scientific explanation or no, she was left with 
the strong sensation that her butt had just been royally fucked.  

She shook her head.  Could the sensation somehow be psychosomatic?   
Her most private fantasy building up into a physical manifestation 
of...frustration?  

Her last thoughts before drifting off to sleep had been about 
finding someone to share that particular fantasy with.  Scully 
hadn't exactly been burning up the dating circuit in recent years 
and she was growing all too aware of the fact that she was 
devoting far too much time to her work.  

The X-Files.

Scully resigned herself to the fact that if an answer was to be 
found it would lay in an analysis of Agent Daniels' case folder.  
And in Mulder's insights.  Not entirely sure how she would explain 
her newfound interest in the case to her partner, Scully walked 
gingerly to the shower. 

**********

For once Mulder was in the office ahead of Scully.  The shower had 
done her good, and the application of some moisturizer had gone a 
small way to easing some of the ache in her backside.  Still, the 
ride in had made it all too plain to Dana that her car needed new 
shocks.  At least the discomfort had subsided sufficiently that 
she could walk without cringing.  

Scully had been dreading this moment from the second she realized 
she would have to share her predicament with her partner.  On the 
one hand, she knew Mulder was a talented professional who would do 
everything to help her.  On the other, he was also a grade A 
pervert, as witnessed by the stack of Adult Video Weekly's stashed 
in his desk drawer.  

Mulder looked up eagerly as Scully entered the office, Daniels' 
case files strewn across his desk, clearly well thumbed.  

"Morning, Scully."

"Good morning, Mulder.  How long have you been here?"

"Since about four this morning.  I couldn't get Daniels' case out 
of my mind so I decided to come in early and get a head start on 
the autopsy reports.  Scully, this is fascinating reading.  I've 
never seen anything like this before.  I'll give you the 
highlights later."

Mulder was up and putting on his suit jacket.

"Later?"  

"Yeah, we have a 9:30 with Skinner that we're late for."  Mulder 
grinned.  "And for once it's not my fault."

Scully let the last remark slide by.  She had lost count of how 
many times she'd had to linger nervously outside Skinner's office 
waiting for Mulder to show.

"Mulder, I..." Her voice trailed off.  How the hell was she going 
to say this?

"Scully, what is it?"

Dana took a deep breath.  She had to tell him.  Time could be of 
the essence and she couldn't afford to spend half the morning in 
Skinner's office on who knows what.

Mulder glanced at his watch unsure.  "Scully?"

"Mulder, there's something I need to talk to you about.  Something 
that's happened."

Her partner's face clouded with concern.  "Okay.  It's okay 
Scully.  What?"

Scully looked down uncertain how to proceed.  "Could you turn 
around?"

Mulder looked thoroughly confused.  "I...I don't understand."

Scully sighed, her shoulders sloped in resignation.  There was no 
other way.

"Just do it, Mulder.  Please.  I'll explain in a minute."

"Okay."  Reluctantly, Mulder turned towards the door, his back 
squarely to his partner.

Dana Scully took another breath and began unbuttoning her shirt.  
Her face reddening at the prospect of what she was about to do, 
she nonetheless assured herself that there was no other way.  
Mulder would never understand what had happened to her in her 
dream, and she didn't welcome the idea of trying to explain it to 
him.  Her nipples, at least, were hard evidence.  Scully grimaced.  
No pun intended.

She had not worn a bra in order to make this as fast as possible.  
In a few second she had unbuttoned her blouse and let it hang for 
a second, the folds still covering her.  Then, she inhaled deeply 
once more, lifted her eyes to the heavens, and pulled back the 
folds.  

"Okay, Mulder."

Had it not been attached, Fox Mulder's jaw would have not only 
dropped to the floor, it likely would have broken through the 
concrete and ploughed into the earth's core.  He'd seen his 
partner undressed before -- when he rescued her in Antarctica.  
But that had been in the field and hardly under ideal 
circumstances.  What he saw now was absolute beauty.  Scully, her 
head back, her firm, rounded breasts thrust forward.  Not too big, 
not too small...

Mulder snapped out of his trance.

"Scully, I don't...what...?" Stammering was the best he could 
manage.

Scully looked at Mulder suddenly unsure.  The look on his face was 
one of priceless surprise...and confusion.  Didn't he see?

In a panic, Scully glanced down at her chest.  Shit!  Two 
perfectly pink areolas winked up at her.

There wasn't a shade of red deep enough to describe the color on 
the agent's face.  

Scully's mind raced.  But only an hour ago they'd been -- !! She 
was sure of it.

"Oh God!!!"

Scully clamped the folds of her blouse closed again and dove 
behind Mulder's desk for additional cover.  What had she done?

Mulder stood in utter confusion.  He wasn't sure what was more 
perplexing:  the sudden desire of his long-time partner to flash 
her tits at him -- and what tits! -- or her equally sudden remorse 
at having done so.  Stammering was now even beyond him.

Fitfully working her blouse buttons, Scully could do nothing but 
mutter. ""Green, I swear, they were...green."

Mulder focused.  Green?  Yes, of course.

He moved over and gently put a hand on his cowering partner.  
"Scully, it's okay.  I believe you."

For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Scully didn't 
feel completely crazy.  Looking up at Mulder through matted hair, 
Scully raised her eyebrows hopefully.  "You...believe me?"

Mulder pressed his grip on her shoulder in support.  "Yes.  
Your...your areolas were discolored...green.  That's why 
you...ummm..."

Scully got to her feet.  "Un-huh.  I thought showing you would 
be..."

Mulder nodded.  

Scully, her blouse hastily refastened, let herself collapse into 
the nearest chair.  Mulder pulled over one for himself and the 
partners sat in exhausted silence.

**************

After a few minutes, Scully felt some semblance of composure.  
Best to lay down the law.

"I swear to God, Mulder, you make one joke about beads or Mardi 
Gras and I'll shoot you again."

Mulder gave in to a much-needed laugh.  "Actually Scully I was 
just going to ask you to make sure I have singles on me before you 
do anything like that again."

Scully tried to stare daggers at him, but couldn't help but smile 
despite herself.   

Mulder clamped his hands together as if to remind himself that 
there was more important business at hand.  "All kidding aside, 
Scully, we have a problem.  How long has it been since you noticed 
the green discoloration?"

"Less than an hour, Mulder.  I was in the shower. I was sure..."

"I believe you.  My analysis of Daniels' case profiles showed that 
the previous victims all manifested discoloration in the chest, 
before the latter stages of the phenomenon."

Scully looked down.  "The latter stages.  Which are?"

Mulder felt his face redden.  "Well, a similar discoloration 
around the anus.  Followed within four to six hours by the onset 
of the more severe internal trauma."

Scully let this information sink in.  "And...the...ummm...anal 
discoloration coincided with the disappearance of the 
discoloration in the nipples?"

Mulder nodded.

Scully looked down.  "So that means that right now..."

Mulder wasn't sure what to say.  "Scully, I think...I think we 
have to have someone check you.  One fact that Agent Daniels left 
out of his presentation was that the autopsies of all victims 
revealed the presence of a small electronic chip imbedded in the 
rectum.  I believe that this chip could be the key to preventing 
the onset of the internal trauma."     

Scully took a deep breath.  Great.  More chips.  

"Mulder, it all seems so fantastic.  I feel fine.  Maybe I just 
imagined my nipples were -- I don't know.  But you can't seriously 
suggest I go down to the Bureau medical clinic and request an 
examination because I'm afraid my asshole is green!"

Mulder looked at his partner sternly.  "Scully, nine people are 
dead because of this."

"I know, but I'm tired of playing the laughingstock of the FBI.  
And, if this is a false alarm, it's more humiliation.  It's hard 
enough being a woman in this field without the weight of UFO 
baggage, let alone phantom fears about anal probing!"  Scully was 
red-faced again, but now in anger rather than embarrassment.  "How 
many 'Scully anal probing' jokes do you think will circulate 
around the executive men's room in one day?"

Mulder looked down.  Part of this, he felt, was his fault.  He had 
chosen the ridicule that came with devoting his career to the X-
Files.  But it had been thrust on Scully.  He didn't want to see 
her suffer any more indignities.  But he also couldn't let her 
risk her health.

"Maybe you could just say you were going in for a...I don't know."

Scully looked up at Mulder, having reached a decision.  This day 
had seen no end to embarrassment, but she needed to know.  And 
there was only one way she would feel safe checking.  There was 
only one person she trusted to do it.  

"Mulder, I'll need your help."

Her partner nodded and hoped that Scully didn't notice the 
stirring in his pants leg.  Fox admonished himself: his partner's 
life was at risk.  But God there was a part of him that thrilled 
at the thought of what was to come.  

Grabbing one of Daniels' files for cover, Mulder stood and moved 
towards the door.  "I'll be outside.  Let me know when you're 
ready."

******************* 

Had she known she would be in such a situation, Scully definitely 
would have dressed differently.  In her haste to consult with 
Mulder, she had grabbed the first thing out of her closet: a 
smart, fashionable business pants suit.  A skirt would have been 
infinitely more advantageous.  Instead she had to completely 
remove her pants and, for good measure, took off the shear calf-
high socks she wore underneath.  Somehow leaving them on would 
have made her feel even more ridiculous, not less.  The top of the 
outfit was a cropped jacket that fastened tight at the waist 
affording zero coverage of her backside.  It actually pulled her 
shirttail upward as she moved.  By removing the jacket, she could 
at least get some modicum of coverage from her blouse, though it 
scarcely covered the upper-third of her ass.  In the front, well, 
nothing was left to the imagination.  She had first thought to 
leave her panties on, but then realized it would be more awkward 
removing them once Mulder was in the room.  

Thus, Scully wore nothing but a light blouse as she summoned the 
courage to let Mulder back in.  Half disbelieving that she was 
actually going to go through with this "private inspection," Dana 
took a deep breath and headed across the cool tile floor towards 
the door.

*****************

Outside, Fox Mulder tried his best to compose himself.  Mulder had 
a secret, one he shared with half the men in the FBI and probably 
a few of the women: he was in love with Dana Scully's ass.    
 
Mulder had never permitted himself to admit the true nature of all 
of his feelings for his partner.  Certainly, he loved her.  There 
was no question of that.  The precise nature of that love was open 
to speculation, an internal discussion that Mulder avoided at all 
costs.  Maybe it was because he needed her so much that he refused 
to let himself indulge the notion that Scully could be more than 
his partner and best friend.  Though, wasn't that enough?

While his emotions might have remained a mystery, Mulder had long 
ago accepted his physical attraction to Scully.  He had learned 
that it was better to admit such things to oneself than to deny 
them and let them bottle up.  Certainly, he had never let his 
yearnings interfere in their working relationship.  And few at the 
Bureau could deny Dana's beauty.  An angelic face.  A firm, nicely 
sized bosom.  Slender, well-muscled legs.  That stunning, 
irresistible red hair.  And lastly, those luscious hips and firm, 
inviting posterior.  

Mulder had often wished he could sit down with his fellow male 
agents and see if his partner's rear end had the same thrall over 
them.  What was it?  Maybe it was the fact that it was a just a 
touch too big?  Scully was so small and, personally, so demure in 
her sexuality.  Yet there was something bawdy and inviting about 
her full, firm backside.  It oozed sexuality in an old-school way 
that was undeniable and in such marked contrast to Scully's proper 
demeanor.  Her ass seemed to simply beg for a lewd catcall or 
playful swat.   

Doing his best to will his throbbing erection into submission, Fox 
turned backed to Daniels' case file hoping for any distraction.  

Hmmm.  He'd forgotten something: all the victims reported phantom 
sensations consistent with anal probing or anal intercourse just 
prior to the discoloration of their areolas.  Scully hadn't said 
anything...

Mulder was startled out of his thoughts by a knock from inside.  
Scully poked the top of her head through the door.  She looked 
down at the floor.  "Okay, Mulder."  

***********************

The door hung half open as Scully retreated back to Mulder's desk, 
now clear of any case files.  She was taking quick, deliberate 
steps, obviously hoping to get in position before he was fully in 
the office.  

Mulder rounded the doorway and closed the door behind him.  For a 
second time, his jaw dropped halfway to China.  Dear God!!!

Scully was padding towards his desk, giving him a full-on view of 
her luscious, bare ass.  She was truly beautiful, her backside 
bouncing lightly with each step, peeking out from under the sparse 
covering of her shirttail.  It was even more amazing than he 
remembered from the brief glimpse in Antarctica.  The absence of 
any alien goo this time obviously didn't hurt matters. 
 
Wordlessly, Scully mounted his desk.  Rising to the top on all 
fours, she was completely exposed to him.  Her blouse rode up as 
she moved revealing her lower back and -- Yes! There was the 
tattoo!

Fox stood back and drank the view in. The full hips.  The lovely 
ass cheeks smiling back at him.  The thatch of amber red peeking 
out from underneath.  Mulder might never find definitive proof of 
alien life, but here in his basement office, he knew that there 
definitely was a God and a heaven.  

"Umm, Mulder?"

Fox snapped to attention.  "Uh, Scully, let me, just get 
my...ummm...flashlight,"  Hastily, he rummaged through the pockets 
of his raincoat.  Oh God, he hadn't expected her to be naked as 
soon as he walked in.  What had he expected?  His erection was 
raging, poking squarely into the side of his left pant leg.  Only 
Scully's position saved her from noticing.  

For what seemed like an eternity to Scully, her partner fiddled 
with his raincoat.  Scully looked down cursing silently.  His 
raincoat!  Why the fuck didn't I put on his raincoat?  Then I 
wouldn't be sitting here with my --

"Oh!"  A cool touch on her left ass cheek startled Dana out of her 
recriminations.

Mulder was doing all he could not to hyperventilate as he moved in 
behind Scully to perform the examination.  He had reached out 
almost to reassure himself that what was before him was real.  Now 
just as quickly, he withdrew his hand.

"Scully, I'm sorry...I...I should have asked."

Scully shook her head.

"Mulder, it's...it's...okay.  Just do it."  And with that Scully 
lowered her head, cradling it in her arms.  The effect was to 
raise her ass even higher for Mulder's inspection.  

Exhaling slowly, Mulder reached out and touched Scully in the same 
spot.  He felt his partner shudder slightly.  God her skin was 
soft.  Closing his eyes to remind himself of the task at hand, 
Mulder snapped on his flashlight.  Then slowly, he pushed Scully's 
ass cheek to the side, bringing the flashlight up to his line of 
sight.

Even her asshole's cute, Mulder thought, as the light reflected on 
her tiny nether opening.  It winked back at Mulder, tightly 
puckered and pink.  And ever so inviting.  Mulder shook the last 
thought from his mind, almost violently.  

Scully whipped her head back towards him.  "Mulder!?"

Mulder stood up, doing his best to not look guilty.  It was time 
to stammer again.

"Umm...all clear...pink...very...much so...good...pink."

Scully was too relieved to notice Mulder's nervousness.  "Thank 
God. And all the victims manifested the anal discoloration as soon 
as it disappeared from their areolas?"

Mulder nodded, thankful to have something to focus on other than 
his partner's ass.  He turned to the stack of case reports that 
had been transferred to the bookshelf.  Absently, he began 
flipping through them as if the answer was on a certain page.  
Scully had swung her legs round so that she was now seated on the 
edge of the desk, her hands pulling her shirt down in front.  
Mulder wanted to do anything but look at her.

"So, then, I should be all right?"

Mulder nodded.

Half a smile crossed Scully's face as she came to appreciate just 
how uncomfortable Mulder seemed.  Her smirk turned to a full-blown 
grin when she saw the wet spot and bulge protruding from Mulder's 
pants leg.  His face was now buried in the files awkwardly.  
Scully composed herself, not believing what she was about to do.  

"Still, Mulder, it's probably best if we do a complete check."

Mulder swallowed so hard he was sure that his gulp could be heard 
on the ninth floor.

"Complete, Scully?"

Dana had resumed her previous position, her face squarely away 
from Mulder.  She nodded.  "I mean to be on the safe side.  We'd 
better check for the chip.  Don't you think?"  

Scully's tongue danced along her teeth barely able to suppress how 
wicked she was being.  For a moment, doubt crossed her mind.  
Should she be playing with Mulder like this?  

The image of his bulging pant leg assured her that he wasn't 
exactly being hurt by this situation.  Well, she nearly giggled, 
at least not hurt in a way he wasn't enjoying. 

Scully breathed in hard as she felt Mulder move his hand to her 
ass cheek again.  This time his touch was firmer, more sure.  With 
his other hand, Mulder reached down and opened his desk drawer.  
Scully looked back to see Mulder extract a jar of vaseline.  

Dana furrowed her brows.  What the hell did Mulder keep vaseline 
around for?  She immediately thought of Mulder's ever-present porn 
stash and figured it was best not to pursue the question.

"Oh."  Scully shook as she felt Mulder's lubricated finger glide 
through her cheeks, pausing just at her opening.  

"Just try to relax Scully, I'll do this as quickly as I can."  

Scully nodded, exhilarated.  She felt her body begin tingling at 
the sensation of him pressing on her tight opening.  When he 
passed into her in one quick thrust she nearly lost it.  Every 
muscle in her body was lit ablaze at the thought of him inside her 
like this.  Mulder's finger moved smoothly, a much more 
comfortable intruder than what she experienced in her dream.  God 
she was in heaven!  Suddenly Scully realized she was enjoying 
things too much.  Shit!  Would Mulder notice?  She felt herself 
growing damp as her face flushed.  

Mulder was being relentlessly thorough in his probe, just as she 
expected him to be.  He moved in and out, up and down, rotating 
his finger at every possible angle to ensure that he canvassed 
each centimeter of her forbidden chamber.

Scully bit down hard on her lip.  What the hell had she been 
thinking?  This was no game.  Something had produced that effect 
in her nipples.  There might yet be something deadly at work in 
her system.  But here she stood -- half-nude and on all fours -- 
duping her partner into a cheap, prurient thrill!

After what seemed an eternity, Mulder finally withdrew.  He 
hesitated for a second unsure.

"Ummm, all clear.  I'll let you get dressed."

With that he was off like a shot towards the door.  

Scully could all but contain herself as she saw her partner quick 
step out of the room, his straining bulge clearly needing 
immediate attention.  Surprising herself, Scully thought: perhaps 
I should have tended to it?

**************

After she'd dressed. Scully lingered in the ladies room.  Part of 
her still felt awful at having toyed with Mulder.  Yet something 
inside of her also thrilled at what she had done.  

When Scully returned to the office, Mulder was lurking sheepishly 
in the corner, sorting files.  She noticed that he clearly had 
"accidentally" spilled some coffee on his pant leg.  She knew that 
she had to set things back on a normal keel as soon as possible.  

She went up to her partner and hugged him tightly.

"Mulder, thank you for what you did.  I know that wasn't easy for 
either of us, but you have no idea what that meant to me."  
Catching herself, Scully quickly added, "I mean, I really didn't 
want to have to go to a Bureau doctor about my potential problem."

Mulder nodded.  He was glad for Scully's embrace.  He'd felt awful 
running out of the room, then practically sprinting to the men's 
room to jerk off, all because he'd reached a near sexual frenzy 
over a potentially serious medical situation involving his 
partner.  He'd felt like such a creep, but Scully's embrace had 
let him know that everything was all right.  

Scully stepped back, something important suddenly occurring to 
her.  "Mulder, if I'm okay down there..."

Mulder finished her sentence: "What produced the initial 
discoloration you experienced this morning?"

Scully nodded.

Mulder set down a chemical diagram on his desk.  "I may have an 
idea.  Phenalchlorolactate."

Scully gave him a quizzical look.  "Never heard of it."

"Few people have, at least outside the more radical elements of 
the anti-fur movement.  It's a chemical that induces greenish 
discolorations in some mammals, including minks.  Some fringe 
groups have been injecting animals with it to prevent their use in 
the fur industry."

Scully looked at the chemical formula.  "So you suspect that 
something like this might have been used on me?"

Mulder nodded.  "I'd suggest you get a complete blood workup just 
to be on the safe side.  The good news is that there are no 
apparent ill effects from phenalchlorolactate.  I just don't know 
why I didn't think of something like that before."  Mulder turned 
to his files wishing he could take that last sentence back.

Scully was too preoccupied with another question to read anything 
into the remark.  "That still doesn't explain why someone would 
want to produce that effect in me?  I mean, what could be gained?"

Mulder thought for a minute.  "Maybe what you feared earlier: to 
discredit your reputation, make you a laughingstock."

Scully nodded.  "Well, then, I guess we handled things the right 
way."

Mulder nodded his enthusiastic agreement.  "Absolutely."

"I should probably go get that blood work-up done, just to be on 
the safe side."

"Right, and I'll go deal with the wrath of Skinner."

Scully had completely forgotten their long passed appointment.  
"Oh God, he's going to be furious."

"Wouldn't be the first time."  Mulder grinned seemingly a little 
more himself now.

"What will you tell him?"

Mulder smiled, "I always think of something.  You go get your 
blood work done. It'll be all right."

Scully headed towards the door.  "Mulder, thanks again.  I mean 
it."

Mulder nodded as Scully closed the door behind her.  Wistfully, he 
added:  "Any time."  

******************

Through the miasma of smoke, the grainy video flickered.  

The quality was not the best, but Scully and Mulder were clearly 
identifiable.  Mulder had just taken out the vaseline.

"What will you do with the tape?"

"Do Alex?"

"I assume you'll want to use it against them."

"Hardly.  When you get to be my age, Alex, you'll realize not 
everything is about winning and losing."  He paused.  "Especially 
after so much has been lost."

Krycek exhaled impatiently.  He was growing increasingly tired of 
these lectures from his self-appointed "mentor."

"If we're not going to use it to discredit them, then why did we 
go through all this trouble?"

The Smoking Man smiled.  "To teach them something about 
themselves."  

He turned to face Krycek full on.  "Is it so wrong to occasionally 
reward a worthy adversary?"

Krycek fumed, "We spend three months on an operation of this 
magnitude, so you can provide Mulder with a quick feel of his 
partner?"

A thin line of smoke hissed at Krycek's face.  "You of all people 
shouldn't scoff at the merits of a quick feel, Alex."

Silently, Krycek stalked out of the room.

The Smoking Man took another drag from his Morley and returned to 
the videotape.  Using the zoom mode, he focused in on a clear shot 
of the sly smile Agent Scully concealed from her partner as he 
fumbled awkwardly behind her.

"Who ever said I did it for Mulder?"

END

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