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X-Files: How Scully Really Got Pregnant

By Imorol

NOTE: This story was inspired by The X-Files episode S07E15 En Ami.

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.

Now, to the story…

Dana Scully was infuriated. She had been manipulated, tricked and used by C.G.B. Spender aka “The Cigarette Smoking Man”. Embroiled in one of his plots, she had been used to draw out someone claiming to have genetic research of an alien origin. Although she filed a report with Assistant Director Skinner, she chose to omit a number of things from it, not even informing her partner Fox Mulder about some of the details.

According to her official summary, FBI Special Agents Dana Scully and Fox Mulder had been anonymously alerted to the case of one Jason McPeck, a young cancer patient who claimed to have been cured by angels.

Pursuing separate leads, Scully met with Jason and his family. Talking to the boy she discovered he had an incision scar on the back of his neck. It was a match for the one she herself had received when a microchip had been implanted in her neck which also cured her of cancer. Returning to her car she was met by C.G.B. Spender.

Spender claimed responsibility for curing the McPeck boy by implanting him with the chip. Declaring that he was terminally ill himself, he wanted to atone for his actions, drawing the pair of agents to the McPeck case to prove that he really had the cure cancer. Fed up of Mulder’s behaviour, Spender chose to approach Scully specifically because of her own experience with the abilities of the microchip technology, her medical background and their previous interactions. Giving her a contact number, he left.

The following day Scully had the number traced and visited the building where she found the apparent offices of Spender and the man himself. Reiterating that he had the cure for cancer he informed Scully that he would take her and her alone to collect the research material for it.

Although “The Smoking Man” was not to be trusted, had in fact betrayed her and Mulder in the past, Scully could not deny the fact that both herself and Jason McPeck had been cured of their cancers and that the secretive man was most likely behind both incidents. With all likelihood the man was lying. But if there was even the slightest chance that he really was eager to hand over the technology, Scully had to take the opportunity.

Listening to him in his office, Scully couldn’t help but feel that maybe he was actually being genuine, that he wanted to do some good. But she scoffed at his wanting to leave behind a legacy. However, she agreed to accompany him on a short journey to get the research from a contact.

What Dana left out of her report was how she was feeling when she made the agreement. During her monthly cycle, before she got her period, she would become easily sexually aroused and, although she’d never admit it, more susceptible to suggestions. When she had walked into Spender’s building she had been met with a sense of arousing danger when faced with aggressive looking security officers. Her sense of excitement had only built as she made her way to his office, surrounded by threats and enemies. Scully had chosen to accept the man’s offer because of the potential good that could come from it. But the sense of excitement she felt also influenced her final decision.

Returning to her apartment to pack some clothes, Dana wanted to contact Mulder. But with “The Smoking Man” at her side all she could do was leave a vague message. Claiming a family emergency she informed her partner she would be out of town for a few days. Planning ahead the agent had quickly grabbed a tape recorder and tucked a wiretap into her white bra. The plan was to record whatever he said, to gather whatever information she could, and to post the tapes to Mulder.

Driving through the night, their conversations were documented by the hidden tape recorder. At the time Scully was unaware that those tapes would never reach Mulder, and her report was scant on the details of what was said.

Going undocumented, Spender admitted to having affection for Dana – a special affection – and that he’d been studying her for years. When she’d been dying of cancer, he’d held the power to save her life. Choosing to exercise it the man had gained some sense of what she must feel like being a doctor. Scully didn’t know how to respond to that. Here was this exceptionally dangerous man, a killer, a powerful man who could sway the course of countries, even history – and he had affection for her. For her.

As they drove on, Scully couldn’t help but feel her pulse rise and a warmth slowly growing between her legs. I’m wet, she suddenly realised as her thighs moved, her feet on the car’s pedals. Under her white silk shirt her nipples were already hard within her bra. Unconsciously, she shifted slightly in her seat, felt more keenly the moisture in her panties. Turning her shoulders, she tried to aim the concealed microphone more towards the man. Ignoring the fact she was now showing more cleavage, her rising excitement and arousal, she stared out the windshield and drove on.

The following morning Spender took Scully to visit Marjorie Butters. According to him she was 118 years old, but to the doctors trained eye she looked like a healthy and active 60 or 70-year-old. On the back of Ms Butter’s neck was a familiar looking scar; obviously another recipient of a microchip. Could the technology really be capable of extending the human lifespan? What else could it do? Still sceptical, the FBI agent couldn’t help but begin to believe that maybe Spender was being truthful with her.

Later in the day the agent contacted Assistant Director Skinner. Briefly she informed him that she was ok and to pass that onto Mulder. Refusing to talk to her partner who was in Skinner’s office, she repeated her message to tell him she was ok. Scully was banking on raising his suspicious nature so he would try to trace her and “Cigarette Man”.

When they stopped at a gas station Scully headed for the restroom. Now alone she spoke into her tape recorder, recounting her plan for Mulder to find out when he received the tape.

What Dana didn’t mention in her report was that as she opened her long black jacket and white shirt and unclipped the recorder from her bra, she felt her sensitive nipples grazing against the cups of the garment. Having a moment of privacy she reached into her bra, fingers quickly finding her teat.

‘My god, they’re hard,’ she said to herself. Without consciously thinking about it, the redhead pinched her nipple, hissed at the sudden burst of pleasure. Inside her panties she felt her pussy answer, the heat returning, moisture gathering at her lips. ‘No! I cannot be horny,’ she argued even as she pinched the nipple again, rolled it between her fingers. A throb started in her crotch.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror on the wall she saw her flushed cheeks, felt the heat spreading to her breasts and noticed her breathing was suddenly heavier under her open shirt. Recognising her excitement and unable to deny her arousal, she tried to reason it away as just a reaction to being in a dangerous situation.

‘I mean, I’m on my own travelling with a known murderer and no one knows where I am,’ she said to her mirror image. She pinched her other nipple and gasped. ‘That’s it. That’s why I’m aroused.’ It’s not that he’s admitted to being attracted to me. That very dangerous, very powerful man, she couldn’t help but think.

‘Dammit,’ Scully frowned before dashing into the toilet stall.

Hands trembling with excitement the woman fumbled with the catch on her pants. Finally unclasping it, she quickly drew down the zip and let the black pants fall, catching around her knees. One hand leaning against the brick wall, Scully pressed the other against her crotch. With a gasp she felt just how wet she had gotten. ‘Ooh,’ she murmured as a finger pressed along her slit, the tip over the hidden opening to her vagina.

With a soft sigh Scully started to run her hand over her pussy, fingers gliding over her soft cotton panties. With an up-and-down motion, her fingers went higher until they brushed over her clitoris. ‘Oh, yes,’ the redhead moaned quietly, feeling her cheeks blush as she circled her clit using the tips of two fingers. Breathes getting heavier she frigged her aching little pussy in the public restroom, rubbing her sensitive spot through her increasingly wet underwear.

Eyes closed and licking her panting red lips, the woman pressed under the waistband of her white panties. Fingers moved through a soft downy red bush, they were greeted by a rising heat. Touching her clit directly, Dana hissed as she felt it throb, demanding her attention. Brushing over her little bud, Scully slid her fingers down the crease of her pussy.

‘Oh, I’m so wet,’ she said as warm cream slicked her probing fingers.

Pushing down between her cunny lips she gathered more of her secretions. Exploring her crotch she delighted in the feel of the viscous fluid on her fingertips. With circular motions she started to masturbate in earnest, sliding through the hot and swelling lips, stroking her slit and rubbing her clitoris.

‘Oh, yes,’ Scully said, heat building in her crotch, moisture leaking from her aching pussy. ‘Mm, so nice.’

Finding the hole of her twat, a sudden need to be filled rose within her. Dana drove a finger deep inside, plunging into the warm embrace of her steamy snatch with a breathy gasp. Moaning with desire she thrust in and out, felt her slick walls grasping at the finger. Needing more she added a second, pressing her two fingers inside.

Dana Scully in a public restroom, shirt open, sexy cleavage exposed. Pants around her knees, her hand moving inside her white panties, wanked herself as she gasped and moaned, breathes coming hot and heavy as heat suffused her body. Tingles spread out from her pelvis, the sensation spiralling along her clenching quim. Rising up her spine, pleasure made her nipples ache and a ringing started in her ears.

Panting louder now, the sexy redhead pulled her fingers from her sodden twat, coated with a varnish of her buttery cream. Hand still in her panties, Scully focussed her attention on her vibrating clit. Running her fingers over the stiff little bud she stroked either side of it, raising her passions higher.

A sudden need to cum, the woman frantically began to rub herself. Lost in the heat of the moment she spared no wondered for the man waiting outside or the fact someone might hear her increasingly loud moaning. Pelvis thrusting back at the pleasuring fingers, Scully rubbed and stroked harder, driving towards her climax.

A powerful and dangerous man wants me. Probably fantasises about me. I saw his looks, leering at me, she wondered. ‘Oh, god,’ Scully cried out as her orgasm broke.

Waves of pleasure rippled outwards from her clit, pulsed through her pelvis and spread over her body. HJuddering in release, her hips pumping, grinding her crotch against her hand, she held herself up with the other still pressed against the wall. Head bowed and mouth open, a series of gasps escaped her sexy red lips as she trembled through her climax. Between her legs she felt her pussy contracting, felt warm cunt cream dribbling from her, soaking into her panties.

‘Mm, that felt good. I shouldn’t have, but…’ Scully mumbled, pulling her hand from her sodden underwear. Holding them up, she was shocked by the amount of pussy juice lathering her fingers. Sliding the first between her open lips, she sucked the juice from it, savouring the taste of her own special honey. Swapping fingers she repeated, running her tongue over it, enjoying the tangy sauce.

Clarity crashing in on her, Scully realised what she had just done, where she was. ‘What was I thinking?’ she thought, grabbing her pants and pulling them back up. Hurriedly she buttoned her shirt and resettled her clothing. Exiting the cubicle she washed her hands.

Grabbing the tape recorder the federal agent pulled the recording from it. Taking an envelope from her jacket pocket she scribbled Mulder’s name and a brief message on it before sealing the tape inside. Almost colliding with a man as she left the restroom, she deposited the envelope into a mailbox. Only later would Scully learn that the tape never reached her partner. Returning to the vehicle she found Spender sitting behind the wheel.

At some point in the journey the FBI agent fell unconscious. Although she couldn’t user account for it, she believed the “Smoking Man” had drugged her. However it had occurred, she woke up in a log cabin situated on a river. Her wiretap and recorder were still on her person.

Another omission from her report was what happened when she awoke. Waking from an apparently deep sleep, Scully found herself in a comfortable bed. But rather than the clothes she had been wearing the previous day, she was now dressed in the pale pink pyjamas she had packed for the journey.

A quick check revealed that her wiretap was still in place, strapped to her white bra. What the hell? In a wardrobe were her clothes, hung up neatly, her travel bag in the bottom. Puzzled, she moved to the door, surprised to discover it was unlocked and unguarded. Furious that while she had been unconscious someone had stripped her and changed her into PJs, she went to confront Spender.

Peering into the living room she spotted the man sitting in a chair. Eyes widening in shock and mouth falling open, she saw he sat with his blue pants around his ankles. In one hand he stroked an impressive looking cock, veins running along the stem, the head bulbous, dark and wet with pre-cum. Clutched in the other was a piece of white cloth. As she watched, the man raised the cloth to his nose and inhaled.

‘Oh, Dana,’ she heard him sigh. ‘Your scent…so wonderful.’ With eyes closed, Spender continued to stroke his member and sniff the cloth.

My god! He…he’s sniffing my panties, Scully wondered, recognising the underwear. Oh no, it must be the pair I was wearing yesterday…the pair I climaxed in! Dear god, he’s smelling my cum. But it cannot be… Reaching into her PJ bottoms she felt a pair of cotton briefs. Pressing her fingers inside, she probed the gusset. No discharge, no cum. Nothing. These are a clean pair. He’s really sniffing my dirty panties!

Hearing a moan from across the room she returned her attention to the man in the chair. Moving faster, his hand was stroking harder. Pulling on that big dick of his, Dana wondered, eyes tracking the hand as it went up and down. Chest rising and falling quickly, he kept sniffing Scully’s panties, loudly inhaling her scent, moaning into the soft cotton. He’s really enjoying my smell. It’s really getting him hot.

Unconsciously the gorgeous redhead still held a hand in her PJs, fingers now rubbing her pussy. Her own breathing becoming hot, her arousal building, Scully continued to watch as Spender fisted his pole and sniffed her underwear. Leaning against the doorjamb her other hand slid inside her silk top, snaked into her bra and pinched a hard nipple. Biting her lip she stifled a moan.

‘Oh…oh Dana!’ the man said, voice heavy.

All of a sudden Spender wrapped the panties around his cock, pressing the gusset down over the crown. Head thrown back, eyes gritted in concentration, he let out a long low groan and started to cum. Fist pumping, he jerked off into Scully’s underwear, shooting against the stained crotch.

Mouth falling open in shock again, the sexy Dana Scully watched as this man, this dangerous, evil, powerful man came in her panties. Filling her dirty underwear with his semen, she could see the spreading wet spot growing as more and more seed was deposited there. His groans of pleasure excited her.

Needing to cum herself now, Scully quietly slipped back into the bedroom. Moving hurriedly, she climbed onto the big comfortable bed. Lying face down amongst the covers, Scully pushed her hand back into her fresh panties. Turning her face to the side, the redhead writhed on the bed, ass churning in the air, hips squirming against the bed as her hands worked beneath her. Rotating her pelvis, she pressed down against her fingers as she frigged herself, stroking her clit, fingering her clutching hole.

As she masturbated hungrily in the middle of the bed, her mind was awhirl with thoughts and images. That such a threatening, vicious, murderous bastard like “The Smoking Man” desired her. That her scent had gotten him so excited, gotten him off. His big cock: its brutal shape and size. And all that spunk shot because of me!

Turning her head, Dana pressed her face into the large soft pillows. Using it to muffle her moans she climaxed on her fingers. Pleasure engulfed her writhing form as she wriggled and squirmed in the strange bed. Hips pressing into the mattress, she drove her crotch against her scrambling fingers

‘Oh, god yes,’ she cried into the pillow as she came. ‘Yes!’

For a few moments she simply lay on the bed, sprawled out on her front. Breathing heavy, face lying on the pillow, she was hot, cheeks flushed. A small satisfied smile played on her luscious red lips. Hands still beneath her, thick syrupy girl cum coated her fingers.

Finally, she roused herself. Checking the door was closed still, she undressed. Pulling off her PJs, she removed her underwear. Reaching into her travel bag she suddenly realised she hadn’t packed white panties. But I’m wearing my usual brand and Spender has the pair I wore yesterday, she puzzled. That bastard! He replaced my panties with an identical pair. He couldn’t have taken them from my apartment, so he already had them.

Dressed in fresh underwear she replaced the same white shirt, black pants and long black jacket. Heeled boots on her feet and travel bag in hand Scully stormed out of the bedroom, fully intending to leave, to get away. The man is too treacherous, she wondered, desperately trying to ignore the sense of exhilaration she felt.

Walking into the room the now dressed Spender offered her a cup of coffee. There was no sign of his recent activities or her stolen underwear. Grabbing the cup she threw the drink out of a doorway, accusing him of drugging her. Spender denied it, claiming that she had simply fallen asleep, delirious from exhaustion after driving for over 30 hours.

The federal agent didn’t believe him, but part of her wanted it to be true, wanted him to be telling the truth about that and everything else. He looks like he’s telling the truth. When she asked where they were, he answered Milford, Pennsylvania without hesitation, only adding to her confusion. Approaching her vehicle, Spender told her that the keys were in the ignition, that she was free to go, and that the choice was still hers.

Dana’s mind was spinning. On one hand there was the potential to gain a miracle cure for cancer, one that could also extend the human lifespan. But on the other hand she knew the man making the offer to be perfidious. Refusing to acknowledge it, her heightened sense of arousal and suggestibility at this time of the month was also playing its part in her thinking. In the end the doctor returned to the cabin on the river.

It’s far too great an opportunity, no matter how miniscule the chance might be, to get that cure, Dana wondered, trying to convince herself.

During the day Scully tried to draw out more information about the research and the microchips, to record whatever intelligence she could gather. However, the “Smoking Man” was as canny as ever, dropping hints and intimations without revealing much of anything. All she really learnt was they were waiting for his contact to reach out to him.

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