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Agent Foxie Moldy
Agent Dr. Dinea Scuttle – MD / PHD
Director Dennis Monous
Scene: FBI office Quantico Virginia
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Director Dennis Monous, head of the FBI's Special Investigations Unit, sat at his desk and pinched the bridge of his nose. He slowly shook his head as he read the most recent report from one of his agents ... Foxie Moldy. Dennis sighed softly as he looked at the pictures and other supporting evidence pertaining to the creature Moldy claims to have found ... a Gumpy Wump.
Dennis couldn't, for the life of him, believe that such a creature existed just to give babies a droopy butt. As far as the genetic samples and the many photographs ... he had to come to the conclusion ... that either this creature existed ... or this was a very elaborate hoax. The genetics research would tell that tale soon enough
Dennis looks down as his phone rings, he answers it on the 3rd ring, “Dennis Monous. Yes Mr President ... I'm reading the report now. Well sir .... from the evidence I would have to conclude the creature is real. No Sir .... the research lab hasn't had enough time to grow one from the genetic samples ... but we do have the tank primed and the cells are going through rapid mitosis.”
Dennis pinches his nose again as he lays his head on the desk. He listens to the voice on the other end of the phone drone on for several minutes before he answers, “But sir .... you can't seriously believe such a thing exists ... I mean .... Yes sir, I realize the Gumpy Wump proved to be for real, but this ...”
Dennis grimaces as the voice from the ear piece gets louder, “Yes Mr. President .. but I insist on putting one of our Research Scientists on it with him ... to keep the investigations on an empirical level ... Yes, Sir. Thank you very much. I'll assign our top Research Scientist, Agent Dinea Scuttle. Yes Sir, she's not only a PHD, but a highly recognized medical doctor in the field of genetic research and nano / bio diversification. Yes, Sir .... right away.”
Dennis hangs up the phone and bangs his fist on his desk, causing everything to jump.
“Damn, “ he said with exasperation, “Another one of these wild goose chases off into the void.”
Dennis hits the red button on the intercom on his desk and says with a sharp snap, “Get me Moldy ... now!”
A calm and sexy female voice replies, “Yes, sir. Right away.”
Dennis sits back in his chair and says to no one in particular, “Another day in the XX files section of the loony bin.”
The Director sat for a few minutes with his eyes closed and tried to clear his mind. He wished he hadn't been so quick to take the promotion to Director of the Advanced Research and Explorations section. He especially hated the XX file Division. He was sure that somehow Moldy was faking the data or making a big joke of the silly things he was coming up with.
The unicorn was easily explained as a genetic mutation, although the horn incident was ... still under investigation. That strawberry phone seemed like nothing more than a cell phone. When the lab people disassembled it ... there was nothing any different about it ... than any other phone. The disappearance of several of the research scientists and the mysterious appearance of several baby girls was still under investigation. A rational explanation for that wasn't forth coming as yet.
As the sexy voice of his secretary announced Moldy's arrival, Dennis shook his head to rid it of all the things rolling through it.
Dennis hits the button, “Have him come in Lisa.”
The sweet sexy reply, “As you wish ... sir.” and a sound like someone blowing a kiss.
Dennis smiles a quick smile. He wished she wasn't so open about their relationship ... but oh well. The door opens and a 5 foot 9 person, with black hair, dressed in the usual suit and narrow tie walks briskly in and sits in the chair in front of the Director's desk.
Moldy nods towards the file and many photos on the Director's desk and says in a cherry voice, “I see you're looking the file over. Man ... that was such a strange creature ... it looked more like soap bubbles than any thing ...”
The Director slaps his hand on his desk loudly, cutting Moldy off. The Director squints his eyes in contempt towards him as he says harshly, “I don't know how ... or where your getting this ... this nonsense ... but it seems you have convinced the President. He has another silly assignment for you.”
Moldy sits up straight in the chair as he says with excitement, “What kind of assignment is this one?”
The Director says sternly, “Apparently this is a bug hunt. It seems some .... drunken College students stumbled onto a weird moth of some kind. They say it has a sting that ... transforms people into the opposite sex. I think they are all on drugs ... and to make sure you aren't faking any of the data you so blithely toss my way, I'm assigning a Research Scientist to accompany you.”
“I work alone,” Moldy says in protest, “Others always get in the way and ignore the facts on these kinds of investigations.”
The Director says softly, “Did I just hear you say you were resigning?” He looks at Moldy with a sparkle in his eye and an evil grin.
Moldy's former enthusiasm deflates as he sits back in the chair.
The Director nods as he says sarcastically, “I didn't think so. I'm assigning Dr. Dinea Scuttle as your keeper ... I mean ... assistant. She will insure the investigation follows proper scientific procedure.” The Director leans over and pushes the red button on his intercom, “Would you please have Dr. Scuttle report to my office immediately?”
The sexy voice of his secretary replies, “Yes, sir, immediately.”
The Director says sharply, “I'm going to prove once and for all that your entire section is just a hoax and an enormous drain on the time and resources of the FBI. Then, I will have you drummed out of the Agency.”
Moldy smiles ... it really doesn't matter who he sends with him. The truth is out there ... all they have to do is look. If Scuttle is as good a scientist as her reputation says she is .... this will be a snap.”
Off in a corner, the secure tele-printer begins to rattle as it spits several pages of type and a few pictures into its tray. The Director rises and goes to the printer and retrieves the stack of paper before returning to his seat. His eyes get big as his mouth falls open as he reads what they had to say. The pictures of the moth were very vivid.
He flips the pages onto his desk ... they slide over to Moldy, turning just right so he can see. What the pages tell, is of a strange cocoon that had a rather large moth emerge. The pictures show a moth that is mostly pink and white with cute little fringes all around its wings that look like ruffles. The moth had been named Snuggle Moth by the students that found it.
According to the short report, the students had found this fuzzy worm like creature in the w o o ds behind their dormitory that looked for the world like a legless Persian cat. It was one long super fluffy tail that crawled along like a snake.
For several months, it was better than any snuggle toy. The students called it a snuggle worm. It would wrap its soft body all around them and purr, which made for some wonderful ... encounters that many of the female students freely admitted they really enjoyed. Many of the male students acknowledged liking the snuggle worm, but would not elaborate any further.
After several months, the worm crawled up to a corner of one of the outbuildings behind the dorm and formed a spiderweb and cocoon using some sort of silken thread and the wonderfully soft fur from its body. Upon hatching, The moth emerged and dried its wings as any normal moth would after metamorphosis. There were several boys and several girls who went to check on the cocoon daily that insisted they had changed sex after being stung by the moth that emerged. Those students were currently under psychiatric exam at the local Mental Hospital. There is some incongruity with their finger prints currently being investigated as well.
Moldy felt an excitement rising inside him as his heart quickened. Here was another totally bizarre reality that he was about to rub in the nose of all the narrow minded.
Moldy looks up as the door opens and a very beautiful, petite, blond young woman about 4 feet tall, dressed in the typical gray skirt and suit of the other agents enters the room with a very sexy, although graceful wiggle. Only difference here, was the skirt was very short, and showed off her wonderfully beautiful legs and round bottom excellently. The first thought that came to Moldy's mind, was that of a Babydoll.
Over her clothes, she had on a white smock lab coat that was made of cotton and open in the front. Moldy knew this was Dr. Scuttle and she would prove to be a real fun ... asset.
Scuttle sat in the chair next to Moldy with perfect posture and poked her cute little boobies out. Moldy couldn't help but notice her cute nipples poking through her blouse. Moldy also noticed Scuttle cutting her eyes at him and giving a slight sneer.
The Director said in a professional tone, “I'm sure the both of you know each other.”
Scuttle nods and says softly in a cute voice, “Everyone knows Moldy .... he's the laughing stock of the Agency. Although, now that I have become the head of the Research Department, I have discovered that .... his conclusions and arguments ... may seem far fetched ... but the evidence is beginning to mount.”
Scuttle looks toward Moldy for just a second. Moldy could tell there was a spark of something there ... if only he could ignite enough interest to open her eyes to the truth of things.
The Director laughs harshly as he sits forward in his chair. He says with an undisguised sneer in his tone, “Dr. Scuttle, I am assigning you to accompany Moldy on this next Case.”
Scuttle's eyes get big as she attempts to stammer, “B b b but sir ...”
The Director cuts her off, “I'm putting you in charge of the scientific aspects and want to keep,” he points at Moldy, “Him on a short leash. I want you to report to me 3 times a day and every time some major evidence is discovered. When this investigation is over … I expect there will be enough evidence to have Moldy here thrown out of the Agency under a Psychiatric Discharge.”
The Director looks hard at Moldy as Scuttle slowly shakes her head and slumps back in her chair. The evidence of what Moldy had been saying was mounting to the point … it couldn't be ignored. There were things that rational people and logic couldn't explain any other way.
The Director reaches across his desk and takes the Report about the Snuggle Moth and pushes it in front of Scuttle. Her eyes get big as a cute smile crosses her pretty face.
She says with a musical coo in her voice, “Ohhh, this is so adorable. It looks just like a doll I had as a little girl.”
The Director snaps, “Exactly! That's why I want you on this with him. That way I can be absolutely sure there's no Tomfoolery and shysterisum in the report. Transportation to the University has been provided at the motor pool. The 2 of you are dismissed.”
Scuttle stands with a snort, turns and storms out of the Director's office, slamming the door as she leaves.
The Director says softly to Moldy, “I think you and her should have a long talk, Moldy …. to clear the air. It's obvious she isn't entirely wanting this assignment. Now get out of my office!”
As Moldy left the director's office, he saw Dinea standing with her hand propped against the wall, shaking her head slowly side to side.
He could her her whimpering, “OMG! This is so … horrid! How can I get out of this? This is going to destroy my credibility … not to mention any hope of my career.”
Moldy felt a real chill of anger run through him. It was high time someone other than himself saw the reality of life. He had made clear and concise reports and totally documented all the evidence as accurately as humanly possible. It wasn't his fault that life was stranger than fantasy.
He stormed up to Scuttle and said harshly, “Now, wait just a minute!” She turns, it was obvious she had been crying. Moldy says in softer tones, “How can you or any of the other egg heads deny the evidence? Just because truth doesn't ft into your neat little box of what it should … doesn't mean what you see isn't real. You know the first primes of logic … 'Nothing Unreal Exists.'
Dinea nods as she looks at the ground. She says in a whimpering sniffle, “I … I know. It's … it's just that the type of things you seem to prove are real. That phone thing … I'm sure what you say about it turning the techs into babies is true … even the sex change part, because their finger prints and foot prints are exact matches. Even the genetic evidence proves an almost perfect match … except for the gender difference. But the phone … is just an ordinary cell phone. The internal chips were even made by Nikon. That … soap bubble thing … “
Moldy interjects, “Gumpy Wump.”
Dinea nods as she continues, “We haven't submitted the report yet … but the cells reproduced exactly what your report said they would. And the damn thing is really alive. We can hear a sound too as the bubbles seem to pop, 'Gumpy Wump”, just as you said it would.”
Moldy feels another tingle run through him …. this time, it was one of pleasure. He possibly had an ally in this fight.
Moldy said softly, “Give me a chance to prove to you. I promise you, if this is just a college prank, that is what is reported …. however, if this Moth proves to be real … fight with me. I have discovered this world is a lot stranger than we adults think. I know you're going to think I'm nuts, but I almost caught the tooth fairy when I was 8. She's as real as any. Just give me a chance to prove to you is all I ask. The Truth is out there, all we have to do is accept it when we find it.”
Scuttle sighs softly as she wipes her eyes. She nods as she replies, “OK, Moldy. But I must tell you, the Director is out for blood. We have to prove this beyond any doubt.”
A huge smile creases Moldy's face as he holds out his hand, “It's a deal.”
Scuttle looks at his hand for a moment, sniffles one more time as she takes a breath, then takes his hand and shakes it firmly. If these things are true as Moldy says, it's high time the Agency recognized them.
Dinea says, “It's a deal Foxie. Show me the reality of this … fantasy … and I'll fight to the death at your side.”
The 2 agents shook hands. Both of them felt a tingle run through them as the beginnings of a real trust had formed.
10 am the next morning – Parking lot of Hicksville Community College, S.C.
Moldy says softly, “This place is as far out in the ****s as you can get and not be on another planet.”
Dinea laughs as she nods her head in agreement. She opens the door to the Winnebago sized van and gets out. She was so glad she was able to requisition the Emergency Biohazard Response Van. It was fully equipped to handle anything they might encounter, including a genetically engineered virus. The van contained a completely stocked Bio-lab, Surgical Unit, and organic research lab with all the latest equipment and computers. On the roof of the van was even a completely omnidirectional satellite dish for instant communications with any research facility on the planet.
Moldy walks around the van to Dinea's side. She says, “I think the first thing we should do is see the Dean and get permission to roam the halls and out buildings.”
Moldy nods, “We need to talk to the students that had contact with the creature too.”
Both Agents nod in agreement as they walk towards the steps leading into the University building. To their surprise, the inside of the Building looked more modern that the exterior led one to believe. They could see the halls were crowded with many students off to their various activities of the day.
The 2 agents didn't have to wander far before they found the Dean's office, complete with the Glass door and hand painted inscription proclaiming his magnificence. They entered and were greeted by a woman that looked for the world like Aunt B from an old TV show. The 2 agents stifled the urge to giggle as they approached her desk.
Moldy whispered softly so only Scuttle could hear, “I wonder if Opie is enrolled here too?”
Scuttle elbows Moldy playfully in the ribs as the woman says, “Hello, y'all. Hopes ur trip down hea wuz a nice one. Welcome to Hicksville University. My name's Betty Grey. Supposen y'all wanna see tha place it all happened, doncha?”
Moldy says with a small laugh in his voice, “We would also like to speak with the students that had contact with the creature as well.”
Scuttle leans over and whispers, “OMG! It is Aunt B.”
As the woman fumbled with the intercom panel behind her desk, the 2 agents laughed softly. They barely managed to regain their composure by the time she had arranged a meeting with the students.
Mrs. Grey says, “Mmk hunny chiles, I dun got alla tha ones still hea ta meet inna conference room down tha hall. They'll be long in about 10 minutes. Tha others ya'll ull hafta goto tha mental heath place on Heifer Street down town ta talk wif them … they kinna lost their mindsa bit.”
Scuttle says softly with a stifled giggle, “Thank you very much for your help Mrs. Grey. We will have a short chat with the ones here first and take notes. We will also want to see the building where it cocooned and any of the physical evidence left.”
Mrs. Grey smiles as she replies, “Oh, thatsa easy one. Nonena tha students been back inna outbuildin since it all happened. Nothin's been touched.”
Moldy says with relief, “That … is a bit of good news. We can take uncontaminated samples.”
Scuttle and Moldy nod as the woman escorts them from the Dean's office down a long hall to a large conference room. Moldy immediately begins setting up the recording equipment and the small video recorder as Scuttle arranges the chairs so all the students could be videotaped as a group.
No sooner did Scuttle and Moldy sit in the chairs at the head of the table, than the door opened and 8 students, 4 males, and 4 females, entered as if on que.
Scuttle says softly as she directs them to the chairs grouped at the far end of the table, “Won't you please have a seat and make yourselves comfortable?”
There are rustling noises and the sound of chairs scraping over the ****en floor for a few seconds as the student's all sit. They were figiting nervously and looking at each other. Moldy rises and carries a stack of paper and a bundle of pens to them.
He puts them down in easy reach of the students as he says, “I want each of you to take some paper, put your name and today's date at the top.”
One of the girls asks curiously, “Is thisa test mister? Cuz if it is … nonena us studied nuthen.”
Moldy smiles as he replies, “No, this isn't a test. What I want you to do, is write for me exactly what happened. From the time you first found the … ummm ...”
One of the boys fills in, “Snuggle Worm.”
Moldy continues, “Yes … the Snuggle Worm … until those students … changed.”
The 8 of them looked at each other with very worried expressions.
One of the males that looked like a weight lifter asks with trepidation in his tone, “We ain't in no kinna trouble … is we mister?”
Moldy smiles warmly as he replies, “Not at all. We just want to have in your own words, exactly what happened, and in your own writing so others who read it later can study everything.”
The 8 students look at each other for an instant, before they begin to write furiously. Moldy and Scuttle watch as each student takes several pages to write their account. Moldy interviewed and recorded the Male's accounts of what happened while Scuttle interviewed and recorded the female's accounts. It had become clear to both of them, that all the student's were telling the exact same story, but in their own words. Scuttle began to believe this just might be for real …. and not some college student prank that had gotten out of hand.
Finally, the interviews were all done and the agitated students reassured. Moldy and Scuttle got the keys to the out building the Moth had hatched in, and proceeded to walk the mile across what appeared to be an athletic field and cow pasture combination. Scuttle was so glad she had decided to wear her Jumpsuit and black tennis shoes instead of the miniskirt and pumps. She couldn't imagine how miserable she would be having to walk across this large field and through the ****s dressed like a Barbie Doll.
Moldy went to the door and unlocked the massive padlock. The huge chain rattled through the metal rings in the door into a large pile on the ground. Moldy pushed the doors to each side, they slide with a grinding squeal of rusty metal. Scuttle shivers as goose bumps rise on her skin and her teeth seem to wiggle with the grating sound.
Light spills into the dusky interior through the open doors. The shaft of light is defined by motes of dust floating in the air. The sweet smell of freshly cut hay filled their noses, mixed with sweet feed and manure.
Scuttle and Moldy broke out their bright lights and began to shine them around. The interior of the place looked like any barn they had seen before. They could see the stalls in the back, the tack room off to one side, and the ladder leading to the hayloft. As Moldy's light danced along the edge of the loft, he came to stop on a large mass of hair and what looked like spider's webs. In one end of this mass, was a large opening, with some kind of thick fluid slowly dripping to make a large pool on the floor beneath.
Moldy pokes Scuttle gently in her ribs and points. Scuttle shines her light at the place Moldy was pointing. She gasps as her eyes get large.
She says with awe in her voice, “It … it's … it's a cocoon that has hatched.”
Moldy says, “I'm going to get some samples of that white goo that's dripping out.”
Scuttle says, “I want to get some samples of the cocoon and the lining inside.”
As Moldy bent and scooped up a large quantity of the thick white gooey substance into a large sterile glass collection jar, Scuttle climbed the ladder to the hayloft, and walked to the cocoon's mass in one corner.
She removed from her fanny pack, a scalpel, scissors, and a large tweezers. She began to cut away samples of the web, hair, and the soft silk like interior of the cocoon. She put each sample into a sterile plastic collection bag with the large tweezers.
After an hour of collection, Moldy and Scuttle returned to the van. The hair turned out to be ordinary Persian cat hair. The web material was indeed a fine grade of silk, that was even finer grade than silk worms. Even this, was still ordinary evidence. Nothing that would explain the stranger side of the student's story.
The goo proved to be ordinary caterpillar residue that would normally be found inside a cocoon during metamorphosis. DNA testing proved it to be a normal Species of Giant Atlas Moth. Scuttle and Moldy sat at the table and drank some coffee with their chicken sandwiches. Neither were very enthusiastic at this point.
Moldy asked dejectedly, “Nothing in any of the samples … is out of the ordinary in any way?”
Scuttle replies with the same dejection, “There's not a single molecule or gene that can't be accounted for in the normal fauna of this planet.”
Moldy places a DVD disk and a large pile of records and hand written pages on the table. Scuttle lifts an eyebrow.
Moldy says, “Those are the test results from the Mental Health Department on the 4 students that claim to have been changed. It seems the finger prints and genetic tests do lead credence to their stories. The girls have the finger prints of the missing boys … as the boys have the finger prints of the missing girls. The genetic scan shows that there is a 99% chance that the individuals would be the brother or sister of the missing individual. That's the best evidence of a gender swap we have thus far.”
Scuttle sits up straight in her chair. She says excitedly, “That's good evidence Moldy. It shows that something extraordinary happened.”
Moldy shakes his head slowly as he responds, “Not … really. The Department of Vital Statistics at their Court House claims their database had to have been compromised somehow. They think the records are false and are filing affidavits to that effect.”
Scuttle gasps loudly, “They … are going to hide the proof?”
Moldy nods slowly, “The only way we have to actually prove this is for real … is to catch the stupid moth. Since there is no other moth in the world that looks like it, or has the same coloration … we should be able to find it.” He turns towards the satellite console and powers it up.”I will begin a long wave scan for an over large Atlas Moth here. Those moths are not found on this continent … so it should be fairly easy to locate.”
Hours pass as the scan continues. Moldy and Scuttle were leaning against each other, sound asleep as the acquisition alarm went off. They both jump awake, then realize they had been snuggled in each ether’s arms. Shyly, they both separate and return to the console. To their total surprise, the screen display showed the barn where the cocoon was. Quickly, Moldy starts the van, and proceeds to drive to the barn down the long winding dirt road.
Discovery
When they arrived, Moldy activated the Satellite console and was in touch with W.H.O. Infectious Disease Control's main headquarters. All pertinent information on all the poisonous insects in the world was at his fingertips.
Shuttle contacted FBI Headquarters and spoke with the Director. As usual, he was as sarcastic and disbelieving as always and hoped they had brought along a big enough net and capture jar for the moth.
Moldy rose from his seat and went to one side of the Van where a long cabinet door was locked with a combination key pad. Moldy punched in the code, the door opened easily. He took from it, 2 Smith and Wesson Combat action 50 caliber Defender Shotguns along with 2 satchels filled with 30 round magazines. Each magazine was loaded with alternating 3 ¼ inch 000 buckshot, 3 ¼ inch 50 caliber slugs, and 3 ¼ inch 50 caliber exploding ordinance. He handed a satchel and a weapon to Scuttle. As Moldy loaded a magazine into his weapon, Shuttle looked hers over and the satchel
She said with a bit of worry in her voice, “Are you sure we're going to need this much firepower? It's only a moth after all. We have enough ordinance and weapon to knock out a battalion by ourselves.”
Moldy replies as he cocks his weapon, “It may just be a moth, but what I saw hanging from the ceiling, and all the testimony from the students … including the ones at the Mental Hospital, I'm not taking any chances. I would rather deliver a dead moth we can clone … than be stung by it.”
Scuttle nods as she loads a magazine into her weapon and charges it with a resounding Chua Chunk sound. Both Agents smile at each other for a second before they disembark the van and stealthily walk towards the barn door. Moldy and Scuttle turn on the lights fastened to their weapons and begin to search. According to the Satellite Data, the moth was still in the barn. Judging from the signal feed back, a moth this size should be easy to spot … especially being pink and its wings edged with white lace.
Moldy heads to the rear of the large barn as Scuttle searches the loft area. The light was dimmer than the 2 Agents would have liked, leaving the circle of light from there weapon the only guidance and visibility.
Moldy slowly creeps through the large animal stalls in search of the moth. The smell of dung and sweet feed permeate everything. Moldy can hear sounds. It's kind of like the wind …. and the sound of small twigs rubbing against things. He follows this sound for no other reason than it's there.
He passes through another arching doorway into a huge storage type place. Off in a distant corner, Moldy can see large bales of hay stacked neatly. He can smell the sweet smell of freshly cut hay … and a new smell. It's very soft and sweet … like perfume. Moldy wonders if one of the female students is hiding somewhere nearby.
Scuttle climbs the ladder into the loft and scans the immediate area with her weapon's light. She points it in the direction the cocoon hung. She can still see the tattered remains left after they took their many samples. The smell of old and freshly cut hay hangs heavily in the air as she creeps slowly around.
She finds near the cocoon, plainly in the dust on the floor of the loft, not only their foot prints, but some very strange …. marks that wiggle along.. She follows them up to the large wall at the far end of the barn. Scuttle sees a small door on rusty lasp hinges with a simple clasp holding it closed. She open the door, the strong sweet smell of … some kind of perfume assails her nose.
Moldy shines the light around hoping to find the source of the nice smell. It seems to be making his head swim. Moldy hears, and feels a sudden breeze. He senses a subtle change in air pressure … he turns too late. A very large, soft, pink thing is on him. He is knocked backwards on his back as it settles on top of him, his weapon flying far away out of reach. From high in the loft, he can hear Scuttle wandering around above him.
He yells out loudly with real fear in his voice, “Scuttle … HELP! It's got ...”
Moldy never gets to finish. Something is in his mouth and is going easily down his throat. He can feel something warm trickling into his stomach making it feel warm. A euphoria comes quickly over him as he finds his body relaxing against his will.
As Moldy's eyes adjust to the dim light, he can see what's on top of him. It's the moth, and it looks very much like the snuggle toy the kids named it. It's very large and mostly pink with decorations around its wings that look just like white lace. Its eyes are very pretty glittery blue. It has 4 large articulated legs, and 6 smaller ones towards the front it appears to use as hands. 2 of them are holding Moldy's arms back, and 2 of them are holding his legs bent at the knees and spread open. He feels very strangely exposed and helpless in this position. The moth's proboscis is in his mouth and down his throat.
Moldy's head begins to buzz. He hasn't felt this way since he experimented with Marijuana as a kid many years ago. He feels strange sensations spreading all through his body as whatever the moth is injecting into his stomach spreads through his system. A chill runs down his spine as he wonders what being stung will feel like.
He sees the abdomen of the moth as it bends in towards his exposed crotch. He shivers in fear as he sees the large stinger as it protrudes. He can't move. His muscles seem to be completely relaxed and unresponsive. He feels the pressure, a very sharp sting just below his penis. He can feel the moth as it pushes into him deeper and deeper. All he can do is shiver as it penetrates him. After the first several thrusts, Moldy realizes it doesn't hurt anymore. He feels something really strange happening deep within his crotch. It becomes very warm. The moth shivers all through its body at the same time. Moldy begins to feel so weird and has many intense rushes. He can't help himself as he has a wonderful orgasm. His mind is totally gone as the pressure inside him and on top of him vanishes. The wonderful smell of perfume and a cool, soft breeze is all that gets through the confusion and intensifying sensation assailing Moldy. Far far off in another place, Moldy can hear shots being fired … and explosions ... everything is like a dream … He is totally confused and doesn't understand why someone would be doing that.
Scuttle stops suddenly and stiffens. She could have sworn she heard Moldy yelling. She rushes over to the edge of the hayloft. She sees Moldy's light off to one side. She points her light down in the direction … all she sees is his weapon.
“Moldy?!” she yells out, “Is everything all right?”
She scans the floor far below with her light. She suddenly comes upon the moth on the floor. She can see moth's abdomen pushing itself beneath the main body. With a fearful gasp, she realizes it had Moldy and was stinging him. She watched as it thrust into his body several deep times before she could react.
The moth suddenly springs from Moldy and begins to fly quickly away. Scuttle brings her weapon up and fires 3 times. Scuttle feels the powerful and slightly painful kick into her right shoulder as the weapon made an exploding Buh Yah sound with each shot. The first one was a 50 caliber slug, the second one was 000 buck shot, the third and most deadly shot was the 50 caliber exploding round. Scuttle didn't know how much damage the first 2 shots had done. 3 ¼ inch loads are powerful … but the 3rd shot was not only 50 caliber, it was a grenade too.
It hit the moth near its rump and exploded violently. There is a loud squealing noise and a huge over powering odor of …. this time Scuttle recognized the smell, it was baby powder. She fires 3 more times, the 3rd one exploding violently against the moth's body. This time, the moth went down in a rustle of wings and hit solidly with a thump. Scuttle fired 3 more times just behind the head of the creature. The 3rd one's explosion blowing the head off and across the floor. The body lay quivering as fluid flowed from many open wounds.
As quickly as she could, Scuttle found the nearest ladder and scrambled to the main floor of the barn. She rushed over to Moldy who was still lying on his back with his legs spread. She could see a large dark spot on his crotch. Further examination with the weapon's light reveled it was blood mixed with some jelly like substance. She takes a sterile container and takes as much a sample as she could get from the open wound in Moldy's crotch.
Proof is in the pudding
It was warm …. it was cold … there was bright lights and voices asking questions that didn't make any sense. The voices were loudly speaking a language from a different place. There were motions in all directions. Feelings …. intense feelings. Massively weird and intensely sexual ones as well. Sharp stings and pricks … pulling and prodding. Total massive confusion.
A steady, regularly timed beep brought Moldy back to his consciousness. Everything was like a dream. He had very vague memories of things …. strange things … some were like a night mare. He sort of recalls Scuttle screaming at someone … that he had been stung. He remembers strange voices in awe over …. some kind of weird change right before their eyes. He definitely remembers the sweet smell of … Baby powder.
Moldy slowly returns to his right mind. He opens his eyes. He sees he's in some sort of Medical Unit and the monitoring machines all around his bed. He sees many vases of flowers, cute little fuzzy dolls, and many cute cards sitting on the night tables around his bed. Standing over him with a very worried look on her pretty face was Scuttle.
Moldy smiles …. even that feels really strange. As a matter of fact …. his whole body feels … different and weird. All the sensations were more intense somehow.
Moldy says softly, “Hi there Scuttle.”
His voice …. isn't his! He sits up suddenly … a really bad idea as every thing seems to turn on its side and begins to spin. He feels he is falling into a deep dark place until soft hands take hold of him and lay him back in the soft embrace of the bed.
Scuttle says in a soft worried coo, “Lay back Foxie … relax. Things have changed since you have been unconscious. We …. have things to talk about.”
In his new and cute voice, Moldy asks, “What …. what kind of things have changed Scuttle? My …. voice is … different now … my body feels so weird.”
Scuttle takes Moldy's hand and squeezes it softly, Moldy immediately realizes his hand was different. He looks down at it … it was small and slender … just like Scuttle's. It was the soft pretty hand of a girl.
Scuttle smiles reassuringly as she replies, “You … have changed Foxie … you're no longer the man you used to be. It's … kind of hard to tell you right out.”
Tell me what … Scuttle?”
“Well …,” Scuttle began slowly, “There is no doubt at the Agency at this time that the Snuggle Moth is a real creature. It has a venom that has a unique protein and Xenomorphic stem cell property in it. The genetic samples are gestating rapidly in the tank … and we should have a living Snuggle Worm in a month.”
Scuttle pats Moldy's hand reassuringly as she kisses him on his nose.
“I promise you this however, I will stay with you and help you through your transition.” she says softly, “and we both have a Presidential Commendation and a promotion. We both are now head of the Special XX File section. I'm head of the Scientific and medical section, you're in charge of the field investigations section. The President assured us we have unlimited funding to prove all of our cases one way or the other... based on the over whelming truth of this one.”
Moldy said with a tremble in his cute voice, “What you're trying very hard not to tell me … is that it's true. The sting of the Snuggle Moth changes gender?”
Scuttle nods slowly as she brings a mirror to the bed and places it in front of Moldy. What he sees looking back from the reflection, is an extremely pretty young woman with short black hair and a most surprised expression. Moldy gasps as his hand goes to his mouth …. the girl in the reflection does the exact same thing.
Scuttle says softly, “I think you turned out exceptionally well … in fact … “ She blushes a very cute pink, “If you're willing … we can be an item. I'm sort of,” she leans forward and whispers in Moldy's ear, “Bi … and like cute girls like you. In case your wondering … there's no going back … we tried many times. Your body is now immune to the protein.”
She kisses him on his surprised lips as she sits back and smiles, her cheeks a pretty pink blush.
About that time, the door opens and many people enter. There are Reporters, scientists, doctors, and even the Director … who wasn't being sarcastic any more. As the flash bulbs and hundreds of questions began, Moldy looks over at Scuttle and nods … she mouths the words, “Yes.” he nods again …
~~ The Beginning ~~
