#scp 006

[scpchallenge]

SCP-006

[omnikid6]

So now our next one is scp

Scp-001 (Guardian of the Gate/class Euclid.keter)

Scp-002 (Living room/class Euclid)

Scp-003 (Biological motherboard/class Euclid)

Scp-004 (12 rusty keys and a door/class Euclid)

Scp-005 (Master key/class Safe)

Scp-006 (Fountain of youth/class safe)

Scp-007 (Planet in the belly/class Euclid)

Scp-008 (Zombie Plague/class Euclid)

Scp-009 (Red Ice/class Euclid)

Scp-010 (Collars of Submission/class safe)

Scp-011 (A sensible monument to the participants of the Civil War/class safe)

Scp-012 (Bad melody/class Euclid)

Scp-013 (Cigarettes "Blue Lady"/class safe)

Scp-014 (Stone Man/class safe)

Scp-015 (Horrible pipeline/class Euclid)

Scp-016 (Intelligent virus/class keter)

Scp-017 (Shadow of a man/class keter)

Scp-018 (Super Ball/class Euclid)

Scp-019 (The Monstrous Vase/class keter)

Scp-020 (Invisible mold/class keter)

Scp-021 (Subcutaneous Serpent/class safe)

Scp-022 (morg/class Euclid)

Scp-023 (black dog/class Euclid)

Scp-024 (Deadly Game Show/class Euclid)

Scp-025 (A closet with worn-out things/class safe)

that's all for now

[scpoftheday]

SCP of the Day (27)

SCP-006 "Fountain of Youth" - Safe Class

A spring of water (not a fountain unfortunately) that gives whoever ingests it regenerative abilities and a super boosted immune system.

(Wikipage)

[agnol117]

Series I, Part I

Some notes on my intended methodology here: unlike the 001 Proposals (which we will get back to, but they were starting to wear on me), I’m going to mostly be looking at these as standalone stories/items. The 001 Proposals kind of necessitate looking at them as part of a larger story/universe, and I know some of these will as well (so much cross referencing happens), but for the most part I’m looking at each of these as their own thing.

(Also I’m not going to summarize the items. All the articles are readily available to be read online for free, so summarizing feels unnecessary. Some might get brief summaries, but it won’t be the rule)

SCP-002 - The “Living” Room

I like this one a lot, actually. It’s creepy. It’s weird. The most origin story it has is “it came from space.” All around, this is a good SCP. It’s a creepy room made out of flesh, hence the name, and if people go in, they run the risk of being added to the room. It’s just a lovely, creepy idea, and it really encapsulates what an SCP “is” to me.

10/10

SCP-003 - Biological Motherboard

I like this one, too. It’s weird, not necessarily malicious but still harmful, and just fundamentally alien. It’s another one where the idea is really everything that I want an SCP to be. I just generally love it.

10/10

SCP-004 - 12 Rusty Keys and the Door

See, this is why I like the “normal” skips more. They’re just things. Weird, creepy things. 

004 has a lot going for it. It’s got the whole “it’s bigger on the inside” thing (maybe I just don’t watch enough Doctor Who, but I feel like more people should be fundamentally broken by that revelation). It’s got one key that just straight up explodes people (technically most of the keys do that, but we only know where they end up with one of them). There’s time dilation in an alternate dimension, there’s mysterious creatures…it’s great. These early ones are all that existed when I first encountered the SCP Foundation, and they’re still some of my favorites.

10/10

SCP-005 - Skeleton Key

I love how mundane this one is. It’s just a key that can open literally any lock, mechanical or otherwise. It’s not inherently dangerous, though it can be used for dangerous things. It’s just weird. Skips like this are a large part of the appeal to me. There’s room for items that have the capacity to destroy everything, and I like those, too, but I like that there’s some that are just generally weird.

10/10

SCP-006 - Fountain of Youth

This is another mostly mundane one. Well, as mundane as you can get when the subject is a spring that produces water that lets you live forever. I’m ultimately torn on this one: the true “horror” of it, I think, is that they know it exists and only keep it for themselves (specifically, the O5s), but it’s still just special water? It definitely fits the “weird” category, and it definitely fuels other horror aspects of the Foundation, but on its own, I think it’s kinda weak.

2/10

[stim-contain-protect]

SCP-006-J - WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING

Item #: SCP-006-J

Object Class: KETER OH GOD KILL IT

Description: SCP-006-J is a collection of insectoid creatures that researchers agree are scary as balls. We're pretty sure it's memetic, but we're sure as hell not going near these things. I think I saw a stinger on one. Discovery: I'm just walking through the hallway to my room, when I look in the corner and I see SCP-006-J-█. And this thing has these gigantic fucking eyes. Just staring at me like "I'm gonna fucking eat you." And I just get the fuck out of there. Addendum 006-J: Guys, it isn't even that big, okay? Look, I'm going up to it and it hasn't attacked me yet. - Dr. ████████ Dr. ████████ has been promoted to Site Director. - O5-██

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[soggithyfroggithy]

i like to imagine that the O5 council will have water balloon fights with scp-006 out of pure boredom

[wolveria]

The Anomaly Archives

This is our official report into the findings of the subject in question. They are precise, well-documented, and without embellishment or hyperbole. What lies herein is a full accounting of the events that bear the most significant and urgent scrutiny. We will relay our findings once we are satisfied with judgement. We do not take this lightly. And neither should you.

(Explicit, 18+ only, various SCPs x reader)

AO3

Playlist (The Raven's Hymn + The Anomaly Archives):

Spotify

YouTube

Reality #001: SCP-049

Reality #002: SCP-049

Reality #003: SCP-049

Reality #004: SCP-035

Reality #005: Kenneth

Reality #006: SCP-1471

Reality #007: SCP-1233

Reality #007-2: SCP-1233

Reality #009: The Alphabet Memo

[ddrqoyote]

173 Influential SCPs

I went to SCPper, found the most upvoted articles by users who've made at least one SCP, and sorted by time. These aren't necessarily the 173 best articles on the site, but I think they're likely to be the most influential. Longtime fans have probably read most or all of these but maybe this could be a starting point for newcomers.

I think sorting by time is important because the Foundation's been around almost 17 years. Writers come and go, trends come and go, new writers are influenced by what came before, and later articles are often longer and more complex than earlier ones. Just sorting by most upvoted bounces you around time; on the main wiki you read mostly series 1 articles then get dunked into SCP-5000. I hope this is a more natural progression, and that by the end people have more context for what's going on.

Using upvotes from writers only is important because the more writers like an article, the more likely later SCPs are to be influenced by it, so those articles are more likely to be important for understanding the wiki as a whole.

I might do an alternate version of this list that replaces the extremely long articles with shorter SCPs.

If you have trouble understanding one of the articles (some of the later ones get LONG), look it up on r/SCPDeclassified. If you would prefer audio narration/explanations, The Exploring Series and TheVolgun are both excellent. And of course, make sure to look in the sidebar on the wiki for guides, lists and explanations.

SERIES IV AND LATER ARE IN REBLOGS DUE TO TUMBLR'S POST LIMIT

Series I Era

SCP-173 - The Sculpture - The Original

SCP-093 - Red Sea Object

SCP-294 - The Coffee Machine

SCP-682 - Hard-to-Destroy Reptile

SCP-055 - [unknown]

SCP-914 - The Clockworks

SCP-085 - Hand-drawn "Cassy"

SCP-184 - The Architect

SCP-231 - Special Personnel Requirements

SCP-990 - Dream Man

SCP-999 - The Tickle Monster

SCP-835 - Expunged Data Released

SCP-701 - The Hanged King's Tragedy

SCP-586 - Inscribable Object

SCP-610 - The Flesh that Hates

Log of Anomalous Items Vol I

SCP-087 - The Stairwell

SCP-049 - Plague Doctor

Revised Entry

Document Recovered from the Marianas Trench

SCP-426 - I am a Toaster

SCP-096 - The "Shy Guy"

SCP-106 - The Old Man

SCP-140 - An Incomplete Chronicle

Kill 682

SCP-001-Bright - The Factory

SCP-666-J - The Roaring Flames of Hell

SCP-895 - Camera Disruption

SCP-5308-J - The Collection

SCP-8900-EX - Sky Blue Sky

black white black white black white black white black white gray

Eldritch Application

Nobody Knows

SCP-871 - Self-Replacing Cake

SCP-001-Mann - The Spiral Path

Series II Era

SCP-1000 - Bigfoot

SCP-902 - The Final Countdown

SCP-993 - Bobble the Clown

Transcript of Dr. Clef's seminar, "Reality Benders and You: How to Survive When Existence Doesn't."

SCP-001-Swann - The Database

Bees

SCP-006-J - WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING

10:30 A.M.

Ethics Committee Orientation

SCP-1959 - The Lost Cosmonaut

SCP-____-J - Procrastinati

SCP-1048 - Builder Bear

SCP-001-EX-J - Records of the CKG Gathering

SCP-1893 - The Minotaur's Tale

SCP-1983 - Doorway to Nowhere

SCP-1733 - Season Opener

SCP-1230 - A Hero is Born

SCP-1322 - Glory Hole

SCP-1370 - Pesterbot

SCP-1193 - Buried Giant

SCP-1545 - Larry the Loving Llama

SCP-1981 - "RONALD REAGAN CUT UP WHILE TALKING"

SCP-even number-J - An [Adjective] [Animal]

SCP-1867 - A Gentleman

SCP-1609 - The Remains of a Chair

SCP-1440 - The Old Man from Nowhere

SCP-1425 - Star Signals

SCP-1173 - The Islamic Republic of Eastern Samothrace

SCP-1171 - Humans Go Home

SCP-1678 - UnLondon

UIU Orientation

SCP-1437 - A Hole to Another Place

SCP-1958 - Magic Bus

Quiet Days

Why Change?

SCP-186 - To End All Wars

Treats

SCP-348 - A Gift from Dad

SCP-1295 - Meg's Diner

SCP-1342 - To the Makers of Music

SCP-1504 - Joe Schmo

The Executions of Doctor Bright

SCP-1471 - MalO ver1.0.0

The Young Man

wowwee go kill ursefl

[eparchclass]

006Jskipic | Whatisskipic // Gender related to SCP-006-J, aka "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING"

[noodel-doodel]

So yesterday i'v been watching a analoge horror series that according to som is similar to Scp and i thought back to my own scp like series and thought that for anyone who is interested we could maybe make a kind of "herm" role play/mas project?. 👉🏻👈🏻 The Series Name is Danish Anomalous Fiels aka D.A.F though its a world wide web but its head is in Denmark

Ruls

(for those who are interested)

Does

You can be what ever you want, researchers, p-grad member, scientists, guards, anomalies the choice is yours

Furries? Sonas? Oh yes!

You can make more than one character

Lbqt+? Sure

Ships are allowed

Donts

To violent scenens

Racisme

Rude people (i dont talk about the ocs)

My Babies

Dr Benny Reyz, her husband Dr Rabis Reyz and 777 (Evangelium/Eva) her parasitic "husband"

DAF 001 (the Hermes), 002 (plague angel), 003 (Seagull shifter) (ships with 005), 004 (fog stalker), 005 (mimicanin), 006 (Yandere), 666 (Puppeterr)

We have three main danger levels

Passive (safe like)

Agressive (euclid like)

Ah shit (keter like)

[ariesgamesandminis]

More restocks are in for BattleTech from Iron Wind Metals!

10-036 Word of Blake Omni Mech Pack I 20-022 Luxor Heavy Cruiser 20-027 Avatar Heavy Cruiser 20-202 Goliath GOL-4S 20-216 Scorpion SCP-12C 20-218 Crimson Langur 20-229 Blueflame BLF-21 20-232 Brigand LDT-1 20-272 SturmFeur Tank 20-285 Harasser Tank (2) 20-334 Champion CHP-1N 20-417 Marksman MBT M1 20-428 Asshur Artillery Spotter (2) 20-431 Ocelot 20-497 Moltke M1 Main Battle Tank 20-5016 Apollo APL-1M 20-5019 Kestrel VTOL 20-5022 Blade BLD-XL 20-5049 Carnivore Assault Tank (Standard) (2) 20-5082 Gyrfalcon (Standard) 20-5101 Gunsmith CH11-NG 20-5102 Eyrie (Standard) 20-5103 Tian-Zong TNZ-N3 20-5122 Tenshi TN-10-O Prime 20-5130 Kheper KHP-7R 20-5133 Gotterdammerung GTD-20S 20-5153 Uziel UZL-2S 20-5183 Locust LCT-1V 20-5184 Griffin GRF-1N 20-5188 Raptor II RPT-5X 20-5207 Black Knight BL-9KNT 20-5216 Marauder MAD-3R / 5M 20-627 LRM Carrier (2) 20-712 Shilone Fighter SL-17 20-746 Alacorn MK VI Heavy Tank (2) 20-753 Schrek PPC Carrier (2) 20-800 Hex Bases (4) 20-804 Crab CRB-27 20-818 Drillson Heavy Hover Tank (2) 20-890 Stealth STH-1D 20-897 Annihilator ANH-2A 20-898 Imp IMP-3E 20-942 Atlas AS7-D 20-946 Blitzkrieg BTZ-3F 20-960 Savage Coyote Prime 20-981 Jackal JA-KL-1532 99-201 Large Flat Top Hex Base #1 99-202 Large Flat Top Hex Base #2 99-203 Extra Large Flat Top Hex Base BT-004 Afreet Battle Armor BT-006 Phalanx Battle Armor BT-008 Void Battle Armor BT-029 Sloth Battle Armor BT-030 Sylph Battle Armor BT-031 Infiltrator MK 2 BT-129 Infiltrator Mk I Battle Armor BT-133 Corona Battle Armor BT-134 Gray Death Legion Battle Armor BT-188 Nighthawk Battle Armor BT-189 Kobold Battle Armor BT-197 Aerie Battle Armor BT-202 Rogue Bear Heavy Battle Armor BT-224 Heavy Jump Infantry BT-226 Fast Recon BT-239 Jump Support Infantry BT-244 Heavy Infantry - Standing BT-245 Heavy Infantry - Firing BT-285 Sprite Ultra Protomech BT-315 Chimera CMA-1S BT-319 Wheeled APC BT-364 Gabriel Hovercraft BT-371 Davion Infantry (3) BT-372 Savannah Master Hovercraft BT-376 Minotaur Protomech BT-384 Achileus Battle Armor (3) BT-391 Fenrir Battle Armor (1) BT-393 Kage Battle Armor Squad (4) BT-439 Black Wolf Battle Armor CE-004 Rifleman RFL-X3 DS-124 Kurita 25mm Battle Troop Commander w/Gun DS-126 Kurita 25mm Battle Trooper II W/Machine Gun DS-127 Kurita 25mm Battle Trooper III W/Machine Gun

[bapyius]

My SCP collection I'm doing all backwards because I'm still coming up with concepts. SCP-002: The Living Room

SCP-004: The 12 Rusty Keys and The Door

SCP-005: The Skeleton Key

SCP-006: Fountain of Youth

SCP-013: Blue Lady Cigarettes

[earth-b0y]

(To either mun or muse or both) what're your favorite skips that aren't people or locations?

[Huh! It's hard to pick favourites. I like SCP 427 because of its tragic potential, as Toacho explored! I like SCP 963; I don't know how it would come up naturally on the blog, so I'll just share that my version in Phoenix is an attempt to replicate the Overseers' bone charms, but I won't tell why, in case it does ;P I'm not sure if you would count 006 as a location or the water, but that's a pretty important one to me as an O5blr account]

[stim-contain-protect]

SCP-006-CU-EX - Cuddly Cwawies

Item #: SCP-006-CU-EX

Object Class: Lifetime Companion

SCP-006-CU-EX is the collective designation for a group of completely resplendent insectoids colloquially referred to as bugs. They all are so sweet and have soooo many wonderful textures. Between the contained instances of SCP-006-CU-EX we've found all of the beautiful colors of the double rainbow on their exoskeletons. The feeling I get when an instance of SCP-006-CU-EX crawls on my skin makes me so giddy and bubbly that it has to be anomalous. All I want to do is hug them and hug them and never ever let them go.

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[zoomiearia]

SCP Themed inktober day 24: Shallow with SCP-006

[wolveria]

The Anomaly Archives - Reality #006

AU of The Raven's Hymn

Pairing: SCP-1471 x older!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Dubious/extremely dubious/non-consent, knotting, breeding kink, vaginal sex

AO3

You rubbed your eyes, trying to erase the exhaustion from your lids. Your wristwatch read as almost midnight, and most of the offices would be empty, all except for yours.

You didn’t need to stay this late; it was more out of habit than any real need. The Site Director was pleased with your work as the lead manager of Cryptopsychology, but the man was fickle and easily discontent. It was better to stay ahead of his expectations rather than try to catch up.

But you were exhausted. Getting too old to stay up this late on the regular, and yet it seemed the more responsibilities you had, the more your workload piled up, the more that was expected from you as if you still had a younger body.

So, it was perhaps expected when you fell asleep at your desk, putting your glasses aside so you didn’t crush them against your face. You awoke to the soft whoosh of your office door sliding open, and then sliding closed again.

You didn’t hear footsteps, but the presence of someone else was heavy on your neck, their stare focused on the crown of your head.

No one should be in the administrative wing at this hour, and they would have alerted themselves at the door, or at least once they stepped inside. But you had a feeling you knew who it was.

Or rather… what.

Over the past month, you had been documenting a particular SCP. That wasn’t unusual, even if you left the observation duties to the researchers under your charge. But this SCP was different for two reasons.

One, it had technically escaped containment. The anomaly had vanished from the smartphone in one of the cells in Light Containment. That itself wasn’t a problem worthy of lockdown—the entity was harmless aside from the increasing paranoia and fear it caused in its targets.

And two, the anomaly was behaving in a way never witnessed. SCP-1471 (technically, the entity was referred to as SCP-1471-A) could only exist within non-existent spaces. At its essence, it was a program, one that couldn’t affect the real world.

Except you’d started to see the face of 1471 in places it shouldn’t exist, not so soon. It took days of exposure before a target would begin to see the creature in the real world, but you spotted it immediately.

In a corner of the cafeteria. Glimpsed in your office as you opened the door. Hovering over your bed when you woke, all before vanishing in a blink.

It had fixated on you, giving a rare opportunity of study. You’d thought it was fascinating and decided to take it upon yourself to observe the entity personally. You hadn’t thought it was dangerous. Stupid.

You slowly raised your head, keeping your breathing steady so you wouldn’t freeze when you saw it. But your office was empty, the same as it was before, nothing out of place.

Before you could relax, something brushed the hair on the side of your head. You froze. You barely breathed as a warm puff of air tickled your ear, and out of the corner of your eye, a flash of bone white.

You jerked your office chair backwards and leapt to your feet, the chair continuing to roll as it missed its target. A hand wrapped around the back of your neck and slammed you down against the desk. Gasping for air, you struggled, but the grip held you firm against the surface, your torso trapped as you were bent in half.

When you reached out to your computer to hit the emergency lockdown code, another hand gripped your wrist, pinning it to the wood surface. You stared at it, black claws where fingers should be, dark thick fur covering the arm.

Wide eyed and heart racing, you slowly looked over your shoulder. SCP-1471 stared back, a permanent grin etched on its bleached skull, its blank eyes watchful. You blinked. It didn’t disappear.

It shouldn’t be possible. The anomaly could only exist in virtual and visual spaces. It couldn’t touch anyone, let alone force them onto a hard surface.

The creature bent down and brushed its boney snout against your hair, taking in your scent. Every small movement you tried to make was held still by its unnatural strength.

“SCP-1471,” you spoke with your most reasonable voice, the one that generally worked on unruly SCPs that had gotten ahold of one of your researchers. “Please. Let me go.”

Its curiosity was palpable, a tilt of its skull and growing intensity in those white eyes.

But it didn’t release you.

“MalO,” you tried again, using the unofficial name advertised as part of its “program.” No one really knew if that was the entity’s name or the name of the app it used to infiltrate and infect cellphones. Hell, no one even knew how it worked, and that’s why it was in containment to begin with.

“This is unacceptable behavior.” You used the sterner tone, this one usually reserved for the researchers themselves. “I let you have limited freedom of the facility because I thought you would behave, but this is—"

It pulled you away from the desk, moved you to the side farthest away from the computer, and shoved you back against its surface. You let out a surprised grunt and tried to wiggle away, panic growing hot in your stomach. You couldn’t reach the computer, shoved down as you were along the length of the desk, and when 1471 grabbed you by the hips, your panic sharpened into terror.

“What,” you gasped as its clawed fingers scratched along your waistband. “What are you—”

The creature tore through your slacks and ripped them down your legs. You were too in shock to move, even when something pressed against the crotch of your underwear, warm but rigid. The snout of its skull.

“Don’t—”

Your pleas went ignored as its tongue dragged along your clothed cunt. Again, you tried to flee, but with your pants trapped around your thighs and the claws digging into your hips, you couldn’t move.

Its breath was hot between your legs, and you flinched when teeth caught on your underwear. It tore them off like tissue paper, and you were left exposed and shivering.

Your teeth chattered so much you couldn’t speak, not that it would have helped. A hot tongue dragged along your cunt, over your clit and all the way up to your asshole.

You whimpered and pulled your arms in tight around your head. You couldn’t believe this was happening, and worse, you didn’t know what to do. This hadn’t happened before. SCP-1471 wasn’t supposed to—

The creature licked you again, its tongue focused on your entrance. If you didn’t know better, you would say it was teasing you or savoring your wetness. You couldn’t deny you were wet, and the realization disgusted you.

But 1471 didn’t stop, lapping you up like you were a bowl of water and it was dying of thirst. It might have been almost bearable, until its tongue reached further in and rolled over your clit.

You jerked forward, thighs hitting the edge of the desk, but the anomaly didn’t stop. In fact, it sped up in eagerness, each flick of its tongue making you weaker, your struggles vanishing. A tight knot formed in your pelvis, and you squeezed your eyes shut, face hot as your legs shook and your clit tingled.

1471 made a pleased noise low in its throat, a mixture of growl and hum. Its tongue returned to your clit, lapping you up with renewed vigor, the boney snout pressed against your entrance as it continued to lick.

The damn thing shouldn’t even have a tongue or be alive at all with a macabre skull instead of a face, but that didn’t stop you from leaning back against its snout, practically fucking yourself on it. Shame only made the pleasure heighten, the knot squeeze and throb, and your legs trembled until the pressure broke.

It wasn’t a gentle tide, it was a violent flash flood, slamming into and drowning you. Slick dripped down your thighs, and 1471 licked your clit until you squirmed from overstimulation, and then it moved onto diligently cleaning the mess you made.

You were a limp, panting mess across your desk, the glow of bliss temporarily smothering the cold fear and panic.

Until the clawed hand pressed against the middle of your back, holding you in place. You balked, terror breaking through the muffling blanket of pleasure. You considered screaming, but it wouldn’t do anything except piss off the entity. All the administrative offices were soundproofed for privacy reasons.

1471 had picked the perfect location to ambush you, and it wasn’t done with you yet.

“Please,” you begged, hoping to reach the humanity in this decidedly inhuman beast. “Please, don’t…”

It curled over you, its chest against your back as its snout nudged your cheek. It was a strangely affectionate gesture.

And then it opened its jaw filled with wicked sharp teeth and spoke, its voice creaking like an ancient, forgotten tomb.

“…Maaaaate…”

Your brows drew inward in confusion. And then you understood.

“N-no. No. I’m not—”

It pressed tight against you, its hips flush against your ass, its cock hot and weeping against your skin.

You took a shuddering breath and tried again.

“You don’t want me. I’m too old. Too… too worn out. Too tired. I wouldn’t make a good mate—”

Teeth settled on your skin, 1471’s jaw open and holding your shoulder within its mouth. You were too terrified to move, waiting for the bite, but it never came. It didn’t feel aggressive, it was more like it was…

…holding you in place.

You tried one last time to jerk free, but its jaw tightened around your shoulder, proving you right. You couldn’t move, and then you froze anyway as its hips shifted and its cock prodded between your legs.

It finally found its mark, the cockhead pushing between your labia and breaching your entrance with a slow, laborious torture. Its shaft was thick, strangely wet, and while it was phallus-shaped it definitely wasn’t human.

Maybe it thought it was being gentle, but the stretch was cruel in its pleasure, and an unwanted groan escaped as it filled you beyond your limits.

With its hips flush against your ass, you remained rigid and still, panting in small gasps. The hand on your back moved to your side, petting you as if to soothe.

You made the mistake of shifting, trying to adjust your position so its cock wouldn’t feel like it was splitting you open, but it growled low in its throat as its teeth released your shoulder.

And then it pulled back and slammed hard, brutal, inside you. You cried out, and you wished you could say it was from pain. You scrabbled for purchase against the wood as its thrust in a regular, eager rhythm, but you eventually gave up and tucked your arms against your chest. You tried to brace for each impact, but you were quickly overwhelmed, shameful noises forced out of you despite you fighting every single one of them.

And then you stopped fighting altogether. Your mind was a haze of pleasure, your back arched in surrender and invitation. It was as if as soon as your body realized it wasn’t going to win, it immediately gave up, allowing itself to be taken and overpowered.

This wasn’t you. It wasn’t you.

And then that voice was a distant murmur while the rest of you was consumed, reveling in the pure animal instinct of it.

1471 reacted to the change, slowing its pace but grinding inside you deeper and more intently. Something hard pressed against your entrance along its shaft, and mindlessly you rutted back, wanting it inside you despite how stretched you already were.

The creature gripped your hips tight enough that its claws broke skin. Its rhythm became irregular, desperate, and it thrust into you with one last, animalistic snarl. You were stretched beyond your limit, stuck in place, and its cock throbbed and spilled inside you.

Its teeth clamped around your shoulder, tipping you over the edge, and you screamed between your teeth as you throbbed around the knot. It kept going, and going, the orgasm dragging on, unable to find a reprieve as your sensitive flesh was stretched past its limit.

You might have passed out for a moment, because when you were aware again, your head was fuzzy and a high-pitched tone rang in your ears.

You were right about being stuck on its cock, and you shuddered whenever it throbbed, another wave of come coating your insides.

1471 had released you from its bite, its tongue warm and soothing against your stinging skin. You caught sight of droplets of blood on the scattered paperwork nearby, and you didn’t know how you would explain that to the Site Director. Right now, you didn’t much care.

The creature’s tongue continued to lick you, traveling up your neck to the side of your face, and you groaned and pushed away its snout. You might need a bath, but you didn’t plan to have it delivered by tongue.

Which made you recall exactly what that tongue felt like between your legs, and 1471 let out something that sounded like a purr as you tightened around its knot again.

“You… can’t stay.” Your voice was ragged but perfectly understandable, so when it didn’t react or speak, you added, “I mean it.”

“Mate,” it growled in that strange, guttural voice.

“I’m not your—”

It tightened its grip and leaned on top of you, almost smothering but in a way that was kind of nice. Unfortunately, it also pressed the knot inside you, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from moaning.

Well… at least if it considered you its mate, it was unlikely it would do this to anyone else. It was better that this happened to you rather than one of the younger researchers. Not entirely a professional line of reasoning, but you weren’t thinking logically right now. It was hard to when you’d just been thoroughly fucked across your desk.

“Okay, fine. But you have to go.” You licked your lips, hesitating. “They’ll catch you.”

Only a few minutes ago, that’s exactly what you wanted. But now… you weren’t so sure.

1471 released a short breath that was almost a snort, and definitely sarcastic.

Instead of responding, which surely it could do besides growling the word mate, it lifted off you. With a careful tug, it pulled its knot free, and this time you did groan, hiding your face in the crook of your arm as come dripped down your leg.

You would have jumped off the desk if it hadn’t been holding you hips as its tongue cleaned your thighs. When its tongue returned to your cunt, paying far more attention to your clit than was necessary, you shivered and were about to beg it to not stop.

But it did, and its chest leaned against your back again as its muzzle gently rubbed the side of your face.

“Mate,” it said a third time, this one in a purr.

And then it was gone. It hadn’t lifted off you or pulled away. It was simply there one moment, hot and alive and pressing on you with a possessive pressure, and then it was gone. Only the warmth on your skin and its faint, archaic scent gave you proof it had been there at all. That, and the well-used ache between your legs.

You looked over your shoulder just to be sure, but you were alone. You tried to rearrange yourself as best you could; your underwear was shredded but your pants were recoverable enough to get you back to your quarters.

You gave your desk a perfunctory tidying, picked up your work satchel, and did the world’s strangest walk of shame back to your room. It wasn’t a steady walk, and you were thankful no one was around to watch you wobble.

After a long shower and easing yourself into bed with a wince, you weren’t sure how to feel about the whole thing. You’d been fucked by an SCP, and instead of immediately reporting it, you simply… didn’t. And you knew you wouldn’t.

You weren’t sure why.

Mate. The word echoed in your skull like a benediction, and you hugged your pillow. But the shiver up your spine made you uneasy, because it didn’t feel like fear.

It felt like a promise.

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