Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
FBI agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully were heading for a small town called Hood River in Oregon. Over the past several months a series of serious sexual assaults had taken place, with a number of young women being brutally raped, vaginally and anally. Local police believed the perpetrator was using some kind of custom sex toy as each victim had suffered invasive attacks which left them badly hurt, their orifices stretched beyond any human dimensions. By some miracle no one had been murdered by the brutal penetrations.
As Mulder drove the car, Scully was reviewing the case files. The paperwork included statements from the victims, photographs of their stretched vaginas and gaping rectums, and lab work of the semen and other DNA evidence that had been recovered.
"Mulder, I still don't get why you're taking on this wild goose chase. It's fairly obvious that these victims were attacked by some deranged pervert with a psychotic hatred for women. The use a phallic weapon would seem to indicate the attacker has some form of sexual dysfunction. In essence using a surrogate penis to make up for his own physical shortcomings."
"Scully, the victim's state they were attacked by a very large hairy beast. A creature, or creatures, that are exceedingly well-endowed. The attacks occur during the same time of the month every few months in a repeating cycle. It's Bigfoot, Scully. Perhaps one who has lost his mate or been ostracised from a tribe."
"Not this again, Mulder."
"Come on, Scully. The victims describe a Sasquatch-like creature. The physical wounds could not be made by a human male. Recovered semen samples are not from a human. Sightings of Bigfoot in this area of Oregon date back decades. I believe the timings of the attack demonstrate a mating cycle."
They're not the only ones with a cycle
, she thought. She was close to her period and her moods were swinging.
"Mulder," she said, exasperated, "Only a couple of the victims could give any kind of description of their attacker. Reading these, it seems more likely to be an admittedly large man with long hair. Perhaps one suffering from Ambras syndrome. Given some of the other details, he may be a drifter or hobo, returning to the same areas routinely."
"And the semen?"
"There are a number of disorders that could affect a man's sperm, resulting in lab results just like these reports."
"It's Bigfoot, I know it. Don't you understand, Scully? This case could finally give us the evidence we need to legitimise the X-Files."
They continued to argument as they drove, neither willing to concede their standpoint. Several miles later they drove past a rustic sign: Welcome to Hood River. After a few minutes of driving through a picturesque north-western town, their grey sedan pulled up out front of the sheriff's office.
Getting out of the rental car and looking around what appeared to be the town's main street, Dana said, "Peaceful looking place. Hard to believe such brutal crimes could take place anywhere like this."
"Is it a crime we're investigating or nature? Brutal and savage, but the natural instinct of any living creature to continue its species," Mulder said.
"Whatever you say, Mulder."
"Maybe the sheriff has something more to add to the reports," Fox said, heading towards the police station.
Standing behind the front desk was a tall, broad-shouldered deputy, an arrogant air about him. His tan uniform was tight, well pressed and clean.
"Afternoon, sir, ma'am. How can I help you?" he said, flashing a bright smile at the small red-headed woman.
Stuck up, prim-and-proper looking
, he thought.
Sexy. I'd take a run at that.
Dana Scully was wearing a navy blue suit, the blazer utterly failing to disguise her large chest under a white blouse. The tight knee-length skirt hugged her arse, drawing the eye to her sexy round cheeks. Her black court shoes didn't do much to add to her height.
Returning the smile, Scully felt herself blushing.
Damn, I get so horny at this time of the month
.
He is good looking though. A big strapping manly man
, she thought, letting Mulder lead the introductions.
"Hi. I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder. This is Special Agent Dana Scully. We're here from the FBI to investigate the recent sexual assaults."
Inside the office, sitting behind his desk was an immensely overweight white-haired old man. Busy eating some chicken, he looked up at the visitors.
"Oh yeah, we've been expecting you. Come on in," he said, wiping his chins with a napkin.
"Let me," said the tall deputy, lifting the counter top and opening the half-gate. Smiling at Agent Scully and openly checking her out he added, "I'm Deputy Tom Callahan."
"Good to meet you deputy," said the red head, glancing him up and down in turn.
Uniform pants are tight. And that certainly could be a concealed weapon
, she thought, looking at the large bulge in his crotch appreciatively.
Oblivious to the sparks starting to fly between his partner and the deputy, Fox headed for the fat sheriff. He didn't try to shake hands, not wanting to get covered with chicken grease.
"Sheriff...?" he asked, wanting to confirm he was talking to the right person.
"Coleman, Buford Coleman."
"Good to meet you Sheriff Coleman. Can you tell me about the latest victim?"
"I'm afraid to say there was another one just last night, agent," the sheriff said, shaking his head sadly. "Real nasty. Beautiful blonde woman, hiking in the woods attacked and ravaged by this sick bastard. Er, pardon my French ma'am," he said, grimacing at Agent Scully. "Left her snatch stretched so bad she wouldn't feel a baseball bat up there now."
"And her arse," the deputy chimed in, looking at Scully's bum, imagining what panties she was wearing under her skirt.
Wouldn't mind fucking that arse myself
.
Looking over her shoulder, Dana saw Callahan ogling her backside. Smiling, she swayed her hips, seeing the man's eyes following.
What's gotten into me?
