From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 22:49:54 -0500 Subject: Fucked Back to Life NC-17 by Pinkus McBride Source: direct Reply To: pinkusmcbride@hotmail.com TITLE: Fucked Back to Life AUTHOR: Pinkus McBride E-MAIL: pinkusmcbride@hotmail.com DISTRIBUTION: Yes, but please let me know. I will submit directly to Gossamer SPOILERS: Requiem, but isn't that a given these days? RATING: NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: Humor KEYWORDS: vignette Feedback: Sure, I'd be delighted. SUMMARY: Scully does whatever it takes to bring Mulder back. DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the characters and situations created by Chris Carter, the Fox Network and Ten Thirteen Productions. Since I've messed with them, I'm pretty sure Chris won't want them back... Author's Notes: Thanks for the inspiration, girls. Fucked Back to Life By Pinkus McBride "What is his status? I have to know," Dana Scully pleaded, her round face covered with the sweat of desperation. "It's dire, Agent Scully. We've rarely seen someone this bad off. I think...if there is to be any hope, we have to treat him immediately," the man in the white coat responded. He looked down at the diminutive agent. "You're rather far along. Do you think you're up to it?" "If anyone is going to fuck Mulder back to life, it's me. I'll just need a little help," she replied. "Good enough, Agent Scully. We've made the preparations. You can follow me." He gestured for her to follow him down a long, dimly lit hallway. "All these rooms. Are the people, the patients...are they all...being treated?" she asked, trying to peer into each room as they walked by. "Some aren't as severe. We can treat them with a hand job, sometimes a blow job. Sometimes just throttling the prostate will get them going again." Scully nodded, wondering what was awaiting her in the room at the end of the hall. ****** "So, you will see that we have everything I think you might want," the doctor said as Scully surveyed the room. Ropes, pulleys, deep pulsating music. It seemed like everything was in place - including the comatose man lying in the bed in the middle of the room. "Do you need any help?" the man asked. "Well, I might need a little help getting him into position." She paused. "Do you have any edible underwear? He likes that." The doctor nodded and pulled a pair of strawberry-flavored briefs from the drawer next to the bed. Scully took the briefs and looked at them. "Very nice. It's hard to find these in maternity sizes." She pointed while the doctor rolled Mulder into a more accommodating position. "Well, then...I'll leave you to it. Would you like the disco ball?" Scully nodded her agreement so he flicked it on as he left the room. "Well, ole boy...let's see if you still have any life in you," Scully announced as she climbed onto the bed. ******* "Agent Scully, how's it going in there?" the doctor asked as Scully made her way back to the desk. "It's not working. I think he might be gone for good," she responded, her face creased with frustration. "I tried sucking him off, fingering him. I think...I think it's time for the Viagra." ***** "Good, there, just a bit to the right. Yes, that should do it." Scully stood back as the doctor and the orderly maneuvered Mulder's legs into the traction pulleys. "That should give me maximum exposure." The men left as Scully once again disrobed. She paused for a moment as her hand passed over the swollen belly that seemed to grow daily. "Sorry for all the action down there, kids, but if we're going to get Daddy back to mow the lawn I'm going to have to inconvenience you a little bit." Scully climbed back up on to the bed, this time using the small stool she had thought to bring back from the nurse's station. The Viagara seemed to be working quite nicely. She ran her hand over Mulder's erect cock. "Very nice. You never let me see this one in the light of day, that's for sure." Scully slid Mulder's left leg aside and positioned herself between his legs. "Okay, let's do this one for the team." She rocked back on her heels as well as she could in her condition. Even with Mulder's legs hanging high in the air this was going to take some thinking. Fortunately, she had a degree in physics. "Okay, babe, let's get moving." Scully climbed aboard, sliding tab A into slot B. Reaching down, she pulled squeezed his ass with both hands, pulling him deeper within. Nothing. She leaned forward to tongue his nipples only to be hung up on the mound of life growing within her. She pushed. She pulled. She came. Twice. Nothing. ***** "It's still not working," Scully said. "I've been in there four hours. He's drooping again. I thought I heard a little grunt that last time with the anal probe, but nothing. I'm going to need reinforcements." "I have just the thing for you," the doctor replied as he picked up the phone. ****** "And your names?" Scully asked. "Candy," replied the blonde. "Brandie," answered the brunette. "Figures," Scully responded. "Well, I've tried, and nothing is working. If you can get this going, it'll be worth it. I've made a short list of things he's particularly fond of. You might want to start with those." ******* "Agent Scully," the doctor said, gently waking Scully from her slumber in the waiting room. "Yeah. Did it work?" "I'm sorry, the twins were unsuccessful so we tried the waiter, the gigolo, the street urchin. I'm afraid...well...it might have come to our last resort." "Doctor!" came the call from down the hallway. The doctor held out his hand as Scully heaved herself out of the chair. She waddled down the hall as fast as she could after him. "Baa!" Could that sound be coming from Mulder's room? Scully wondered. "It worked," called the orderly. Scully turned the corner and walked into the room, the music still pulsing, the disco ball turning and turning. "Scully?" he called in a weak voice from the bed. "Yes, Mulder?" she asked. "Can you get these velcro gloves off of me?" And they lived happily ever after...