Kelly--Part 1
by Lolabeegood

E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com
Distribution: Anywhere as long as my name stays attached.
Rating: NC-17
Category: S
Keywords: Mulder/Other,  Mulder/Scully (implied), 
Post-Col
Spoilers: The whole series and all movies
Summary: Holding onto control and keeping everyone safe 
requires some sacrifices.
Author's Notes:  This idea just popped into my brain one 
day and it's been brewing there ever since.  The story will 
not be everyone's cup of tea, and despite some recent fan-
fiction, I am a diehard MSR fan but, sometimes other evil 
thoughts lurk and they won't leave me until they are written 
out.  Here is one of those thoughts.

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Kelly O'Connor lay partially naked on the bed, covered in a 
thin white sheet, waiting.  She was now ovulating regularly 
after the birth of the girl and it was time to start again.  
It had been 9 weeks since the painful birth, but her doctor 
said she had healed nicely and hoped that this first time 
would not be too painful.  Dr. Scully had cautioned the 
Procreation Program that Kelly might not be able to keep up 
with her regular schedule.  Hopefully, she would get pregnant 
as quickly as last time and then she would have almost a 
whole year off.  She had been waiting almost ten minutes.  
Her scheduled appointment was late.

Life in the gated commune was good by post-colonization 
standards.  There was enough food and water, medical help, 
and lots of armed people that kept the aliens and any other 
unscrupulous individuals out.  She had lived outside a 
walled community for a while with her parents but life had 
been hard, then her father was killed, and her mother died 
of exposure.  Kelly really had no choice but to join.  

A woman's part in the Procreation Program was completely 
voluntary.  It hadn't taken her long to realize that not 
becoming part of the program as a healthy 22 year old had 
its major drawbacks.  She likened it to voluntary enlistment 
during a time of war, you could choose not to enlist but no 
one at home respected you.  Men enlisted sometimes out of a 
sense of duty, but mostly because they needed the respect 
of their community.  The same was true for her.  She enrolled 
in the Program and suddenly found herself with a new group 
of friends and extra support within the community. All she 
had to do was keep to a schedule when ovulating and stay 
healthy while she was pregnant.  Not a bad deal.

There were rules that everyone adhered to and the 
Procreation Monitors assured they were followed.  She had 
sex with two men a day during her ovulating time and if 
she was in a relationship, she could also have sex with 
her partner to increase the chances of pregnancy.  The 
participants were always healthy, disease-free men and 
women with good sperm motility and fertility.  There were 
currently 63 men in the Program and they were rotated 
around the women. They ranged in age from 18 to 65 and 
had to submit to the rules of the Procreation Program as 
well.  There was no kissing, no fondling, no prolonged 
contact, and usually no talking.  They were given dates 
and times they were expected to arrive.  She had not had 
sex with the same man twice, because she had managed to 
get pregnant so quickly.  If they encountered each other, 
or worked with each other in the commune, neither 
mentioned their appointment or suggested a familiarity 
with the other person. The children were cared for by the 
older couples within the community and the birth mothers 
had no claim to their offspring.  Kelly was happy with 
that arrangement, and it seemed to make the women who were 
too old to participate in the Program happy to contribute. 
The men were expected to show up 'prepared' and merely 
come inside of her.  Most of the time it worked.

If they, as a commune, had more money to spend on medical 
supplies, equipment and drugs, the Procreation Program would 
operate differently.  A few wealthy communes used IVF to 
procreate, a much more civil process, but most were in the 
same boat as them and had to resort to good old-fashioned 
sex.  There were 27 women currently participating in the 
Procreation Program within their community and they ranged 
in age from 18 to 38.  Most of them were single but she did 
think about a third of them were married.  She wasn't sure 
how that worked, but assumed that many of the men that had 
sex with her probably went home to their wives too.  In a 
Post-Colonization world things had changed in many 
relationships.

The door opened with a flourish and he walked inside.  She 
knew exactly who he was, one of the leaders in their 
community, the man responsible for the safety of them all, 
the man who lived with Dr. Scully.  He closed the door and 
ran a hand through is dark brown hair.  He seemed anxious 
and uncomfortable as he paced circles around the corner of 
the room.  He walked up to the glass window, where on the 
other side the Monitors sat, and looked angrily at them.  
He slammed the glass with his open palm and leaned his 
forehead heavily against his arm, speaking softly to 
himself.  

Kelly sat up in bed and watched the man closely as she tried 
to listen to his soft, muted voice.  The white sheet fell to 
her waist and the pink tank top she wore barely kept the 
shivers from running up and down her milky white body.  She 
watched as the man glanced over at her and then shook his 
head again.  He marched from the glass window to the door 
and walked from the room.  

She lay back down on the bed and wondered how long she had 
to wait before the replacement arrived.  From time to time 
a man couldn't perform and a replacement was called over, 
the Program couldn't waste valuable ovulation time.  She 
could hear two men arguing in the hallway outside the room 
she was in.  Her ears strained to hear the voices and make 
out what they were saying.  She heard something about 'the 
ranks', and 'you have to' and then everything went quiet.  

The door opened again and the man re-appeared.  She saw the 
look of horror on his face and realized exactly why he had 
to do this.  

She had heard rumblings lately about a group of young men who 
wanted to change things on the commune.  They wanted to wage 
more aggressive attacks against the aliens, they wanted to 
make the Procreation Program mandatory for all women, they 
wanted to use people as a type of currency that's traded 
for money.  She had heard of uprisings like this on other 
communes and they had become terrible places of slavery.  
This man was here to prove to these young men that he would 
make sacrifices too, that he believed in the Program.  He had 
to do this if he wanted to hold onto his power in their 
community and keep them all safe.

He strode toward the end of the bed and stood looking at his 
shoes for a very long time.  Kelly sat up slightly and moved 
down the bed toward him.  She knew all of this was not part 
of the 'rules' but she sensed that the Monitors would grant 
her some latitude when it came to him.  She reached for his 
pants and undid the top button, releasing the zipper as 
he made no movement to aid her.  She slid the pants over his 
ass and pulled his boxer shorts down with them.  

The first movement he made was to take off his shoes and 
step from his garments.  She looked at his flaccid penis 
and realized this man was not only mentally unprepared for 
this, but physically as well.  She went to reach for his 
penis but his hand snapped up to grab her wrist.

"Do you want this over with quickly, or for us to be here 
all afternoon?" Kelly asked as she pulled her hand from 
his grasp.

His eyes closed and his hand fell to his side, defeated.  

She grasped his penis in her hand and started to slide it 
up and down his shaft.  She could see he was trying to 
keep his hips still but with each motion he responded with 
a slight shift of his body towards her.  He was getting 
hard quickly but still needed more to properly enter her.  
She wrapped her mouth around his penis and sucked him off 
hard as she took him completely into her and down her 
throat.  He let out a soft moan and she felt his penis 
become fully hard.  

She released him and lay back down on the bed, her red 
hair splaying over the pillow as she spread her legs wide 
to accommodate.  He hesitated for a moment, deep in 
thought, before he climbed on top of her petite body.  
She could tell that reason had won and he wanted to get 
the act over with as quickly as possible.  

He entered her slowly, seemingly aware that this was her 
first time since childbirth, and he allowed her to adjust 
to his size before pushing himself further into her.  She 
absently wondered if Dr. Scully knew he would be here with 
her and had warned him about her recovery.  Once completely 
submerged, he moved himself in and out of her, gradually 
and gently as his face contorted above her and his eyes 
remained closed.  Within a few minutes he was exploding 
inside of her and pulling out as quickly as he came.  

"Are you okay?" he asked her softly as he stood next to 
the bed.

"I'm, uh...fine," Kelly said as she watched him quickly 
reach for his pants on the floor.

He pulled on his pants and sat on the edge of the bed to 
do up his shoes.

"Thank you for...for helping me," he said as he hung his 
head low on his chest holding a shoe in his hand.

"Your first time?" Kelly asked as she fixed her pillow.

"Participating in the Program?" he asked turning to really 
look at her for the first time.  "Uh, yeah."

"It'll get easier," she said matter-of-factly. 

It was then that she realized the men in the Program 
had no breaks.  When a woman wasn't ovulating she had 
no appointments, when she was pregnant she had no 
appointments.  Men were called to participate in the 
Procreation Program at all times.  How had this man managed 
to not participate for almost 2 years?

"How come now?" she asked, not sure if he would answer 
the question.

He looked at her again and his hazel eyes seemed to 
penetrate her soul.  "Apparently there's a group of 
men who don't think I'm doing enough, there's a feeling 
that...that I need to lead by example in order to win 
their respect.  I...I need to keep this community 
safe and out of their hands, if they lead..." he 
paused to shake his head.  "That's why 'now'" 

He did up his shoe and rose to leave.  

"Do you need...?" he asked, unsure of what to say.

"I'm good," she said as he walked out the door.

When the door was about to close behind him she offered 
up a quiet "thank you" that she wasn't sure he heard.

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Continued in Part 2