From: TEAMQA <teamqa@aol.com>
Date: 29 Jun 1999 05:24:42 GMT
Subject: NEW: Wash Out: A 'Toy' Companion 1/1 by Q?A! 

TITLE: Wash Out: A 'Toy' Companion 1/1
AUTHOR: Questions and Answers (Q?A!)
E-MAIL ME: TeamQA@aol.com
ARCHIVE: Well, yes. 
RATING: R
CATEGORY: H
SUMMARY: Mulder finds something interesting in Scully's bathroom. 
DISCLAIMER: These fine folks belong to CC, 1013 and the FOX network
AUTHOR'S BIT: So, he doesn't find the actual item. Just something every girl
needs for her battery operated friend..... 

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"Scully, I've got to go to the little girls room before we leave," Mulder
called out to her. She was in her bedroom, packing the last few items she would
need for their trip to Phoenix. Actually, he noticed she was deliberating over
two different pairs of pumps. They looked the same to him. 

"Fine, Mulder. Whatever. Don't forget . . ." she said casually and went back to
her decision making. 

"I know," he said back. 

He went into her bathroom. It was always so neat and tidy, with small guest
towels hanging near the sink. A plethora of small soaps and candles were also
spread around, and he thought it would be wonderful to just once climb in that
tub with all those candles lit. He didn't care if she joined him or not. Mulder
didn't have a bathtub, just a shower. And all those motel bathtubs were just
too scary to even consider lounging in. Unless he was in shock and freezing.
Then he would use it. But besides that, most of those tubs came with a mystery
hair already attached. 

He lifted her toilet seat, knowing how sensitive she was about that, and
started to relieve himself. That was when he saw it tucked away on the back of
her bathroom vanity. It was turned away, but quite clear in the mirror
reflection. Just the name of it alone caused his flow to splitter splatter, and
he dripped on his pants. And on the spotless rim of her white toilet. 

"Fuck!" Mulder exclaimed as he grabbed a tissue from its box and wiped up the
'spill.' Not even the wet spots on the front of his trousers could keep him
from taking a closer look at that bottle. Nothing on earth could keep him away
from that. 

He picked it up, and turned it over in his hand, the image wrapping around it
mesmerizing him. In all his years he had never seen this  . . . in this
particular packaging. The label said it all. 

'Lovin' Lizards Dildo Wash.' 

It was printed in a feminine font, the words wrapping around the package. But
that wasn't the mesmerizing part. No, that would be the art work on the bottle.


It consisted of an Escher like drawing. But instead of birds mutating into
fish, this had lizards mutating into dildos. Vibrators. Marital aids. Whatever
the hell anyone wanted to call them. Those lizards were definitely evolving
into something better. 

Mulder knew what she would say if found out. She would claim that it was a
nice, gentle soap, good for her skin. That it was good for her fine washables,
too. But he knew the real reason. Somewhere in this apartment, his partner had
a dildo. Scully, who he always thought of as a good Catholic girl, had a
battery operated party favor. And she had used it recently. The bottle had a
little dab of moist soap dripping near the flip-top cap. It had not caked over
or dried out as soap so often does. 

The image rattled around and around in his brain. Scully on her bed, legs
spread, delving into those pink folds he could only dream about with a piece of
vibrating plastic. She would get off, and come in here and wash it. That is so
. . . Scully. Not only wash it, but with the proper damn soap. 

Mulder wasn't the type to deny one their sex toys. No, he had a polyurethane
twat at home molded from his favorite porn star. It kept him happy many nights,
while the movies rolled in front of him. He never seriously thought about
cleaning it. It came with a soap, but nothing as fancy as Lovin' Lizards. 

But why would Scully want to fuck a piece of plastic when she could have . . .
him? That was what plagued his brain. That and the image of her with that
vibrator in places he would love to explore. How many positions had she tried
it in, searching for the best orgasm plastic could buy? Did she do it
squatting, or from behind? Just the though of her using it from behind was
enough to make his cock surge in his pants. Maybe she had one with attachments.
Perhaps she had one of those lifelike ones, complete with veins. She might even
have one of those monster-sized mothers. Or one with two heads . . . 

"Mulder, you almost done in there?" Scully asked, as she rapped hard on the
door.

Mulder willed his dick to stay down, as if commanding a small disobedient dog.
But those images were just too much. Even the thought of button-downed Scully
standing at her sink, washing her hot, creamy juices off with the soap
contained in this bottle, her hand going up and down it to get it clean, was
enough to send a jolt through him, and his cock pressed hard against his
trousers. 

He knew he couldn't walk out there, grab her and carry her off to her bed. She
would never allow that. Something she ordered from a catalog or the internet
was allowed in her bedroom. Or kitchen. Or wherever. He wasn't. No, that would
be a commitment neither of them was ready for. A dildo rarely wonders when you
are going to put a ring on its finger. 

But he couldn't ignore that goddamn insubordinate cock of his either. There was
only one thing to do, he thought as he opened the bottle and squeezed some
Lizard Wash onto his hand. He rubbed his hands together for a few seconds
before shouting through the door. 

"I'll be done in about three minutes, Scully. Why don't you take your bags to
the car?"

the end