X-Files: The Petries
By Imorol
NOTE: This story was inspired by The X-Files episode S06E15 Arcadia.
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
After several disappearances in the planned community of The Falls of Arcadia, San Diego County, California, the FBI sent Special Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully undercover to investigate. Posing as the married couple of Rob and Laura Petrie, they moved into the home of the recently disappeared Kline family.
Having moved into the home and meeting their new neighbours, the FBI agents began searching the premises. Mulder discovered a substance he believed to be blood and Scully had taken the sample for analysis. Mulder had also theorised that noncompliance with the CC&Rs of the planned community were somehow involved in the disappearances. Many of the neighbours had spoken of the rules and that breaking them was ill advised.
Early in the morning, Mulder walked out onto the front lawn. In his hand he held a tacky plastic flamingo.
Let's see if this breach of the rules draws a reaction
, he thought, planting the garden ornament into the grass. 'Bring it on,' he said to himself, glancing around.
Walking into the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and retrieved a carton of orange juice. Walking to the front door, he peered through the glass.
What the hell?
he thought, seeing the flamingo was gone. Walking outside, he saw no one around.
Ok, we'll see about that
. Looking at the mailbox he decided a less easily remedied eyesore would be in order. Shaking the stand, he checked its sturdiness. A few kicks soon had it standing out of kilter. For good measure, he opened the empty mailbox, raised the flag and poured some of his juice over it.
Returning to the house, Mulder pulled up a chair behind the front door and began a surveillance of the front yard and the damaged mailbox. He was determined that when someone came to investigate it he'd catch them.
I'll get you
, he thought, swigging his OJ.
He remained in his place for several hours, but saw nothing. Eventually, the fruit juice he'd been drinking left him needing to pee.
Hmm, I could pee in the carton
, he thought, making a half-hearted attempt to open it further. Mulder didn't want to leave his position, especially with how quickly the flamingo had been taken, but his need for the toilet was too great.
With a quick trip to the bathroom, he returned to the front door. Peering outside, the mailbox had been set straight, cleaned of the OJ residue and closed. The mail flag remained upright. Going outside, he quickly inspected the post.
As if it was never damaged
. Pulling open the hatch, a message had been deposited. Unfolding the piece of paper the FBI agent read it: "Be like the others... before it gets dark"
Frustrated, Mulder returned to the house. At a loss of what to do, he walked through the home. Going from room to room, he idly looked around, knowing that he and Scully had both competently inspected them all when they moved in. His wandering took him upstairs and to the bathroom. Spotting the lotions and potions that Scully had brought along with her, he smiled, thinking back to the previous night when he had first seen her with a mud pack on her face.
Entering the master bedroom which served as Scully's boudoir, he glanced about. His eye was drawn to the clothes hamper.
No, I can't do that
, he thought, and walked back out of the room. Seconds later, he returned, again looking at the washing basket. Biting his lip, he crossed the room and opened the hamper. Inside were the clothes the beautiful red head had been wearing. Heart beating a little faster with his building excitement, Mulder reached in and started rummaging about.
Ignoring the pants, blouses and even the bra, he retrieved a pair of pale green panties.
Scully's panties
. Opening the underwear, Mulder took in the sight of the gusset. The cotton panel showed obvious signs of having been worn. Dried white pussy juice streaked the gusset, a faint smell lifting from them.
Scully's dirty panties
, Mulder thought again. A guilty look around the room, then he raised the panties to his face and sniffed.
'Ah,' he sighed, 'that smells sexy.' Inhaling deeply, he sampled the musky smell of Dana Scully's panties. The scent left behind by her pussy locked in the streaks of dried juice filled his nostrils, quickly fogging his mind as he sniffed again and again.
Ignoring the erection now pushing against his grey slacks, Mulder rummaged around the clothes basket again. This time he retrieved a pale purple pair, a match for the green briefs still held around his nose. Investigating this new gusset, he saw again the stains left behind by Dana's pussy. Only this time the streaks were longer, covering more of the gusset. Against the purple inset, the dried juice clearly showed the imprint of his partner's cunt.
Yes, Scully's pussy was here!
Pressing them to his nose, he inhaled.
Wow! These smell even better
, he thought, sniffing deeply.
Swapping between the two pairs of dirty panties, Mulder eagerly sniffed them both. Inhaling over and over, he began to feel a little lightheaded. But he didn't stop. Dropping the green pair, he concentrated on the purple underwear, the stronger smelling ones.
'Oh, these smell stronger. Were these the pair you wore when we moved in?' Sniffing again, he began squeezing his prick through his slacks. 'Yeah, I think so. Hmm, the smell of your cunt and your sweat, Dana! Wonderful,' he mumbled.
Holding the stained gusset to his nostrils, he scented her private fragrance, felt her dried juice scratching his nose. Moving the panties, he sniffed them all over, tracing the sexy white streaks. As he continued to explore the panties he could detect where her pussy had laid, where her ass had sat and where her pee hole had been.
'Fuck, these smell so good,' Mulder said, squeezing himself harder, feeling the urge to pull it out and have a wank. Checking he was still alone, he gave in to the temptation. Quickly unzipping his pants, he pulled his aching prick out. Lying back on Scully's bed, he began stroking his cock, continuing to sniff Dana's dirty underwear.
Driving up the road in an SUV, Dana Scully was in a good mood. Taking the samples to the laboratory, traffic had been light and easy, as it had been on the way back. Efficient and well organised, the lab had quickly taken the blood sample and analysed it.
Ketchup and brake fluid
, she thought, a bemused smile on her face as she considered the results.
Mulder is going to be disappointed
. But having looked into the history of The Falls, and now knowing it was built atop an old landfill, she was only mildly curious as to how it had gotten onto the blades of a ceiling fan.
Pulling into the driveway, she shut off the vehicle, grabbed the results hidden in a shopping bag and climbed out. Everything looking peaceful on the street, she entered the house. Inside there was no noise, no television or radio or chatter.
