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From their van parked outside the apartment building, the two Consortium operatives looked at each other in astonishment. CSM would be furious to hear that the Morph had already left the planet with their best bargaining tool.
Byers and Langley had been so concerned about Mulder and Frohike's return from the hospital that they had failed to do their customary sweep for bugs. It was a faux pas that had been committed only once before in the Lone Gunmen's years together.
Frohike's lingering injuries did nothing to assuage the sudden attack of guilt he felt. "I shouldn't have told that bitch anything!" he muttered mournfully.
Byers' eyebrows arched up in surprise. "Melvin, she held a knife to your genitals, for Chrissakes! How can you blame yourself? It doesn't sound like it made any difference, one way or another, since Mulder is probably now off this planet, for reasons other than what Fowley had planned."
Frohike's shoulders slumped forward in defeat. "Face it, Byers, I'm a shmuck. I wish I'd been able to work some of that ol' kung fu and gotten to Mulder before those slimebuckets did!"
Byers looked pleading at Langley, who shrugged. He knew his friend well enough to know that if Frohike was deadset on self-flagellation, there wasn't much they could do about it.
Suddenly Frohike looked up. "Wait a minute. What did you say happened to Krycek?"
"I said, there was no record of him returning from Africa."
Frohike frowned. "He was the one who took Mulder from the hospital to begin with. I thought I trusted him more than anyone else, he seemed to have Mulder's best interests at heart, but everything about that guy is suspicious! Mulder used to say, whenever he thought he had Krycek figured out, the bastard would turn the tables on him once again. I think we need to start running some deep, deep background checks on our double-triple-quadruple agent friend. We need to figure out where his interests lie once and for all! I also need to find the lovely agent Scully and figure out what our next move is. We can't just sit here while Mulder goes hurtling through space!!!"
"Just calm down, Melvin," Byers pleaded worriedly. "Don't get yourself all worked up! You were just in the hospital, for God's sake! Ringo and I will take care of this."
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Frohike muttered sarcastically, leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes, "Just get me some answers on that Krycek and pronto."
Byers looked questioningly at Langley as Frohike started snoring. "Do you think there's anything to what he says?"
Langley looked over at his sleeping friend. "I can tell you that Frohike's paranoias are very finely-honed, Byers. He's never enjoyed wasting his time on deadends. If he has any suspicions about Krycek, we'd better go check them out!"
***
As Mulder slowly and painfully made his way through the winding corridors of the spacecraft, he shuddered at his mistreatment at the hands of the Morph. "Bitch," the Morph had called him, and "pretty," as he cruelly drove his oversized cock into Mulder's body. If he wasn't so worried about Alex, Mulder would have lost it right there.
No one had ever treated Mulder so brutally before. With Alex he had felt desirable and loved but the Morph had perverted such displays of passion into the worst kind of brutal lust. The alien was emblematic of all the basest traits in human nature: the callous brutality and disregard for human life, the sadism and drive to conquer. Whoever had first voiced the hesitant optimism that "there must be something better out there" with regards to alien existence would have their fragile hopes crushed beyond all imagining upon one encounter with the Morph.
He hesitantly walked through the corridor, sensing Alex was still sleeping. He wanted to find his love and collapse in his arms, cry out his rage and his grief, but he was terrified of the Morph discovering Alex's presence upon the spacecraft. The alien would kill his lover for sure.
Mournfully Mulder reflected that it may have been of no use bringing Alex to the spaceship, that he should have tried to find his battles alone. Endangering the love of his life was the last thing he wanted.
Suddenly he stumbled upon the stairs that had led down to the chimes. He desperately wanted to find Alex yet something drew him on, towards the melodious sounds that had called to him before. He sensed many minds before him, pressing upon him, urging him forward. As soon as he ventured down the steps, the tones started up again, increasing in volume as Mulder approached the door from which the Morph had snatched him away. It was almost as if the tones were trying to guide him along.
When he stood outside the door, he ran his hand over the buttons that comprised the lock. Through the chimes, he was able to figure out which buttons to press to release the door lock. Within seconds he stood inside, and what he saw shocked him.
Ancient creatures stood before him. Their gray, leathery skin and long claws were frightening, but their sympathetic blue eyes held no menace. As one reached out to grasp his hand, he recoiled but the hand pursued.
"Do not be afraid, beautiful one," the creature communicated with him telepathically, as it stroked his arm soothingly. "We will not harm you."
"Who are you?" Mulder spoke aloud.
"We are explorers. We came to your planet many, many years ago. We sought to learn about the universe, to research its many life forms, to broaden our knowledge of existence beyond the narrow confines of our planet."
"To conquer other planets, you mean!" Mulder spat angrily.
"That is untrue. It was never our intention to harm. We are scholars, it is our philosophy that when we learn about the many creatures of our universe, we learn much about ourselves."
"How have you stayed alive all these years, then?"
"We were in a suspension chamber. The force of our spacecraft's takeoff broke the suspension chamber, awakening us from our deep sleep. While several millenia have passed, we have not aged one day."
The alien creature sighed aloud. "It was not the intention of our government for us to continue our stay for so many millennia in your time! As what often happens with such hazardous missions, things go wrong, and if we had not been in our chambers when this spacecraft crashed, we would have been killed."
Mulder looked at the aliens. They all had the appearance of the Greys. However, instead of a cold, beady stare, their gaze was infused with kindness and concern.
"You're headed back to your planet, you know. The shapeshifter has taken control of the spacecraft, and we are headed there."
"We know. We also know what you are." The alien looked at him sadly.
Mulder bristled. "Well, you know then that it was through no choice of mine! If you can help me and my friend out of this mess, you'll have my undying gratitude!"
The aliens gazed meaningfully at each other. A second alien spoke. "This is terrible, Ilias, what has become of our culture? We have evolved into barbarians, conquer and colonize, that's all I can read from our descendant's mind!"
"Brutality! The crushing and killing off of other planets in lieu of the respectful study of their cultures! Terrible!" responded the creature called Ilias.
Ilias turned to Mulder. "Our technology was even far greater in my time, my young friend. We were able to perform many times the feats our Morphing friend can perform today with our planet's technology."
"There must have been a period of devastation, Ilias, in which our planet receded into this dark madness. Our planet lost its gifts and its way. Perhaps that is why our descendants are so eager to conquer Earth, use its resources and technology and enslave the planet's peoples, forcing these lovely hybrids to become overseers…" mused the second alien.
Mulder lost his patience. "Gentlemen, while you're trying to sort out what happened over the period of several thousand years, we are getting closer and closer to your planet! You have to help us! Your countrymen want to use me to defeat my own planet, I will not become some pawn in their plans to conquer Earth, you've got to do something!"
There was a silence. The alien called Ilias mused for a moment. "We can help you, Fox Mulder, but you are going to have to undergo many trials. We can protect the one you love, my friend, we will keep the shapeshifter from detecting his presence aboard the ship, but you will have to learn to protect yourself. We cannot risk getting that close to the shapeshifter, we can shield your friend at a distance but not you."
Mulder nearly choked. "You mean I'm on my own?"
Ilias looked at him sadly. "There was a saying on our planet when we were there, my friend…it was 'Through the greatest of pain comes the greatest of knowledge.' It is no consolation to you, lovely one, but we have just awakened and our powers are not strong yet. You have a better chance of learning how to protect yourself from the shapeshifter than we have in protecting you."
Tears sprang into Mulder's eyes. "The saying on our planet was 'trial by fire'! Do you think I can learn to protect myself from him, can I really?"
Ilias spoke. "I promise you that we will try to help you shape and strengthen your powers when we can. The shapeshifter must sleep sometime—"
The second alien spoke up. "Oh really, Ilias, this is the worst kind of brutality! Must we stay here and do nothing?"
Ilias sighed. "He will kill us all, Hreenah, if he even suspects that we're planning to rise against them. This modern culture has no respect for us, their forbears, and all our good work, if they even know of its existence. I want to help this young hybrid as much as you, and if we are lucky we will get time to help him foster his powers, but we must wait to make ourselves useful!"
Suddenly the aliens looked at each other, guarded and concerned. Mulder looked questioningly at them when he realized that the Morph had awakened and was searching for him. He gulped in dread and stared wide-eyed at the aliens.
Ilias spoke. "I am very sorry to have to cast you out to your trial by fire so soon, Fox Mulder, but we must regenerate ourselves! Then we can help you and sort out how to defeat these tyrants! You must seal us away in your mind, he must not know of your encounter with us, is that understood? We will protect your Alex, and we will meet again soon."
Mulder nodded wordlessly. At least they promised to protect Alex. It had taken a great deal of energy for Mulder to keep Alex's presence aboard the ship away from the Morph's mind, and it was a constant drain on his strength.
Silently he opened the door. He walked stiffly out of the small room with frozen limbs, dreading his fate. He didn't think he would be able to survive another encounter with his alien demon familiar so soon.
***
"Aha!" Langley uttered a triumphant cry as he brought up a screen on his computer. He then held up an old government document and examined it in the light.
Byers got up and walked over to where Langley was sitting to peer over his shoulder. "What is it?"
"This birth certificate is a forgery."
"Are you sure?"
"Most definitely. It says here that Alexei Krycek was born in a Moscow hospital June 10, 1964. However, the People's Hospital of Moscow has no record of his birth. I've analyzed the paper and ink, and they are much newer than 35 years ago!"
Byers was stunned. "Really? It looked pretty official to me!"
"Not only that, it's a paper content that bears no comparison to any paper made in this century. It is some sort of fibrous content, but it's completely unrecognizable as any known lumber or recycled paper. God knows where it came from. It has been treated to look 35 years old but it isn't."
Byers picked up and examined the document. Everything seemed in order to the naked eye, all down to the official USSR seal at the bottom of the birth certificate.
It was extremely puzzling. "Perhaps he created this as some sort of alias?"
"Perhaps. It would be the most logical solution. However, it wouldn't explain how odd a document it is. The ink too seems to be strange. Watch this."
Langley switched off the light and the document's lettering started to glow a pale green color. The letters seemed to spring out at them from the page.
Byers jumped. "Jesus!"
"My sentiments exactly. This is one weird birth certificate!"
Frohike stirred on the couch and opened his eyes. "What's up, guys?"
Byers turned to him. "Ringo found out that Krycek's birth certificate is forged."
Frohike sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What a surprise," he muttered sarcastically.
He then focused on the two of them and started when he saw the glowing ink on the document. "Huh! What the hell is that?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out."
"It's like it's written in green glow-in-the-dark ink!"
"Yeah, but look at the letters, Melvin. They seem like they're suspended in space."
Frohike frowned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. This was a truly unexpected turn of events. As he reached for the document to examine it more thoroughly, the phone rang. He reached over and picked it up.
"Frohike here," he said.
"Frohike, it's Scully. We just arrived in San Francisco. I have to get to Sacramento, some vital information regarding Krycek is there."
Outside in their van, the two Consortium operatives looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Things were getting interesting.
"Scully, am I glad to hear from you! You'll never guessed what just happened, we found Krycek's birth certificate is a forgery, and not only that—"
"I'm well aware of all that, Frohike," Scully said. "Krycek is not the Krycek we thought we knew. I know that sounds odd, but I don't have time to explain. I need you to meet me at the Greyhound bus terminal in Sacramento. There's information there that I'm going to need you to help me analyze. This is big, Frohike. If we want to stand any chance of getting Mulder back, you have to help us."
There was a tense silence. "I'll get the next flight out."
"Melvin!" Byers exclaimed, "You just got out of the hosp—"
Frohike gestured at him impatiently. "I'll meet you there at 10 o'clock tonight."
He hung up the phone and faced Byer's annoyed expression. "What now, Mom?"
"You can't go to California! Are you out of your mind?"
"Look, Mulder needs me. What are a few scratches compared to that?"
Before Byers could groan in disgust, Langley intervened. "Hey, we'll all go. He's right, Byers, Mulder needs us. How can we let our bud down?"
Byers sighed. "I suppose you're right, Ringo, if there's even a remote possibility that we can still help him, we have to do it. C'mon Melvin, if you're going to be sitting on a six hour flight, we'll need to get some extra dressing on those wounds. I don't think they'll allow you to be standing during takeoff!"
As the Byers and Langley scurried through the apartment getting ready for their trip, the two Consortium operatives gazed meaningfully at each other from their perch outside the apartment. With a glance up at the apartment window, the driver reached into his jacket for his cell phone and started dialing his employer's number.
****
Mulder ran out into the corridor and up the narrow staircase. He nearly slipped on their gleaming surface and then cried out in shock when he saw the Morph standing at the top of them.
"Where have you been, my sweet?" the Morph asked him with soft-spoken menace.
Mulder swallowed hard. He was able to shield his recent encounter with the ancient aliens but still couldn't prevent the Morph's invasion of his mind.
"You-you were sleeping. I-I-I decided to explore the ship." Mulder stammered. The memory of the Morph's huge cock thrusting forcefully into his body was still fresh.
"And what were you looking for?"
"I heard those chimes, I wondered—" Frantically Mulder fabricated a simulation in his mind of trying and being unable to get past the locked door. He felt the Morph probe his mind and then watched as his enemy's features relaxed.
"You are a curious one," the Morph said almost affectionately, reaching out to tousle his hair, "You will definitely need a strong hand in your training to keep you out of mischief."
"To hell with that kind of training!"
"Still stubborn, I see. No matter, I want you again, and there's not much you can do about it," the Morph responded expressionlessly as he seized Mulder by his upper arm. Mulder cried in alarm and struggled futilely as the Morph bent down and effortlessly pulled him forward over his shoulder.
The Morph calmly walked down the corridor in long, slow strides. He would make this session last as long as possible. The more times he took Mulder, the greater his chance was of wearing down the hybrid's resolve. Soon Mulder would become so addicted to the Morph's pheromones, he would have to be taken a minimum of eight times a day to be fully satiated.
Pausing outside a room, the Morph punched a code into the door lock. It slid open, and he stepped inside.
Hanging down over the Morph's back, Mulder looked around. The room was completely white. Almost like a padded cell, he mused unhappily. The type of room that would drive you insane, if you weren't insane already.
The Morph dumped Mulder unceremoniously onto the cushioned floor. "Take off your clothes," he ordered.
"No!"
"That was your last chance! You will spend the rest of this voyage naked! I do not make my threats lightly!" the Morph bellowed.
Mulder turned onto his stomach and rose to escape, but the Morph tackled him from behind. He quickly pulled off Mulder's jeans and tore them in two as Mulder cried out in rage. Sprawled on his back, he lifted his legs back to kick out at the Hunter's chest, when the Morph grabbed his ankles and spread him wide.
"Are you offering yourself to me?" the Hunter sneered. "How generous. Far be it for me to turn down such a delectable morsel!"
Mulder struggled futilely and tried desperately kick his way free to no avail. The Bounty Hunter's grip was like iron. The Morph merely laughed at his efforts.
"So lively! If you knew how utterly delicious you look twisting around like that, Fox Mulder, you'd keep yourself as stiff as a board!"
"Don't touch me again! I'll kill you, I swear!" Mulder panted. He was beyond desperation. He wondered how much more he could take of this treatment before he lost his mind.
The Morph chuckled and without warning ducked his head down to envelope Mulder's cock in his hot mouth. Mulder cried out as the Morph started to suck him. The strength of the Morph's jaws was driven home as his cock was milked quickly and furiously. It was as if he were being attacked by a high-speed suction pump.
He willed himself to resist but all too soon his cock was as hard as metal. When he tried desperately to push the Morph's head off of him, the Morph reached up to grab his wrists and hold them down by his sides. His chuckles were muffled as he continued to suck Mulder with the highest concentration.
Don't come, don't come, Mulder pleaded to himself, but it was no use. He exploded into the Morph's mouth with a cry of rage and tears of despair as the Morph milked him dry, swallowing his seed greedily.
When the Morph finally released him, he was sobbing. He had betrayed Alex and everything he had fought for. The Morph surveyed him with an evil, triumphant smile.
"The harder you fight, the more I want you," he smirked. "Soon you will face facts, my Fox, you are meant to be mine and mine alone."
"No, it's not true," Mulder moaned, "I'll die first."
"You'll do no such thing. I will keep you collared and in this room if I discover that you have even one fleeting thought of endangering yourself. You can't hide such intentions from me," the Morph warned angrily.
Mulder said nothing, almost beside himself with despair. The Hunter leaned over and licked the tears from his face. He then grabbed Mulder's buttocks and squeezed them hard, causing his victim to gasp in shock and renew his struggles to get away.
Swinging Mulder's legs high over his shoulders, the Morph spread him wide. He drove his cock slowly but surely into Mulder, pumping it back and forth, uncaring of Mulder's obvious distress as he sheathed the enormous organ in his victim's already inflamed anus.
"Stop, stop!" Mulder begged, knowing it was useless.
"Just a little bit more, my sweet," the Morph lied. However, he didn't mind proceeding slowly, it was more to savor and prolong the feel of his delicious Fox's tight anus as he penetrated him rather than any real concern for the hybrid's discomfort.
Once inside, the Morph rode Mulder with strong, deep thrusts. His huge cock struck Mulder's prostate again and again. He pressed Mulder back down onto the mat, bending his legs high over his shoulders, pausing only to lean over and trail his tongue over his victim's chest. He teased Mulder's nipples with both his tongue and teeth.
Mulder was trapped beneath the heavy, unbelievably strong body of the Morph. As he writhed and pushed helplessly at the Morph's chest, he suddenly felt the Morph seize his cock in an iron grip and start to pump it.
With a cry of rage, he spat in the Morph's face. Instead of looking annoyed, the Morph calmly wiped his cheek off with a shrug of his shoulder.
"You'll pay for that, my sweet," he informed Mulder cheerily. "You'll pay indeed!"
The Morph picked up his pace and rode Mulder harder and harder. Short but almost continuous bursts of indescribable pleasure coursed through Mulder's body as the Morph's huge cock rubbed relentlessly against his prostate. In a long, helpless moan of defeat, he came once again, his cock spurting forcefully over the Morph's cruel and demanding fist.
The contractions of Mulder's sphincter as he came sent the Morph over the edge as well. Mulder felt the relentless swelling at the base of the Morph's cock, and then the Morph came with a roar. Mulder was filled with the unending stream of the Morph's come, as it spurted deep into his bowels.
Mulder experienced the same transcendent feeling of pleasure that he did when the Morph came before. His entire body was suffused with pleasure. It was indescribable, as if his whole being were one giant sex organ, experiencing in slow motion the most intense orgasm known to man.
He was only dimly aware of the Morph licking up his come from his belly. The Morph was greatly amused by Mulder's state. His hybrid was responding so well to his semen, as if he were bred for it, which indeed he was.
Soon his Fox would be the panting little sex slave he deserved to be. The Hunter would make sure of it by making love to him as often as possible en route to his planet, and then there would be no escape for the luscious little hybrid.
Fox Mulder would belong to the Morph truly then, in both body and soul.
Nicole, you're next!