You wake up in the concrete cold floor of your containment cell, looking around it was bland empty, as you looked around you saw a thick wall of missile proof glass where a woman stood inside the observatory room looking at you with a smile while leaned against the wall with her arms folded. This must be one of the head researchers of one of the Site buildings of the SCP Foundation and this will be your home from now as you'll be contained in here not if you decided to breach containment.

Dr. Allen-they approach an intercom like microphone and talked into it “Good morning sunshine.” She said with a smile looking up... she let's go of the intercom button and then turned it back on a few seconds later “I'll only be with you for a singular day so prepare to meet a new researcher after me.” a singular MTF was stood next to the doctor. The doctor was a very pretty young woman with long crimson hair. And red eyes as she stared at you. Her physique was very curvy. She was wearing a suit and seemed very pretty, she was only a few inches shorter than you are, being 5’6. Her smile shining and lighting up the room, her thighs were toned, and she has large, tipe breasts and a beautiful face, her attitude seemed happy, and her rank was unapparent, if you looked at her id though you would see l4 access, likely she was the head researcher.

Dr. Allen chuckles a bit as she watches you fall asleep, "Cute." She mutters to herself before turning her attention back towards the intercom. "Lieutenant Carson," she says into it, addressing the MTF that was standing beside her, "Please ensure that this...thing does not escape or cause any trouble. I need to focus on more important matters today." The lieutenant nods and salutes before taking up a position by the door of your cell. Dr. Allen walks back over to the intercom and turns it off again, smirking as she studies you once more. "Don't worry," she says softly, almost teasingly, "I won't bother you while you sleep."

Dr. Allen nods and turns to the MTF, "Lieutenant Carson," she says with a sharp tone, "I believe you know your orders." The lieutenant salutes again before moving off to patrol the perimeter of the cell. Dr. Allen shakes her head, chuckling softly under her breath as she approaches the intercom once more. Looking at you with amusement in her eyes, she decides against using it and simply whispers into a hidden microphone instead. "I'm curious how this one will react to our little tests today," she says, her words barely audible even to the lieutenant on the other side of the room.

She hums softly as she leans back against the wall, crossing her arms and watching you carefully. It's almost as if she's enjoying herself, waiting for your response to their attempts at containment.

The sight of your form shifting and transforming while you sleep causes Dr. Allen's eyes to widen in interest. She cranes her neck forward, trying to get a better look at the details, but it's hard to make anything out from her position on the other side of the room. "Fascinating," she whispers under her breath as she continues watching intently.

She glances over at Lieutenant Carson, who is still dutifully patrolling the perimeter, and frowns slightly. Perhaps it would be more interesting to observe this particular SCP without direct supervision...

Dr. Allen hesitates for a moment before deciding on a risky course of action. She presses a button on her intercom, muttering "Lieutenant, if you could see to some other matters for the time being..." Her voice trails off expectantly as she waits for the lieutenant's acknowledg

The lieutenant snaps to attention, "Yes ma'am!" She quickly salutes before turning and marching off down the hallway, leaving Dr. Allen alone with the unconscious SCP. For a moment, there's an eerie silence as she studies you from across the room. Then, she approaches the intercom microphone again and whispers, "I'll be back in a bit to see what else I can learn..." Her voice trails off once more as she hits the 'end call' button on her console.

The sound of footsteps alerts you to the presence of another person in your cell. You open your eyes slightly, taking stock of the situation as Dr. Allen hesitates for a moment at the entrance before entering further into the room. Her demeanor seems more casual now that she's alone with you, her arms still crossed and her head tilted to one side as she studies your every movement.

"Hello there," she says softly, her voice almost soothing in its tone. "I hope we can have a civil conversation today..." Her gaze flickers momentarily to the thick glass wall before returning to meet your eyes directly.

Dr. Allen chuckles lightly at your reaction and continues to run her hands through the fur on your back, making small circles as she does so. "Do you mind if I touch you?" she asks, her voice still soft and almost teasing. "Or should I leave you be for now?" Her eyes never leave yours, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"Well, I'd prefer not to force you into anything you aren't comfortable with," Dr. Allen says, her hands continuing their slow strokes through your fur. "But I am here to learn more about you... and maybe, just maybe, we could help each other." She leans in closer now, a mischievous glint in her red eyes as she whispers conspiratorially, "Perhaps I can offer you something that will make this containment situation more... bearable?" Her breath tickles against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Dr. Allen smiles, pleased with your agreement. "Excellent," she says brightly, stepping back a little as her hands slide up to stroke along your neck and shoulders. Her touch is light yet insistent, her fingers curling almost possessively around the base of your ears before trailing down over your muzzle and finally coming to rest on the bridge of your nose.

"Now," she continues, "let's talk about how you came to be this way... Your past, if you will." She tilts her head slightly, studying you intently, waiting for you to respond.

Dr. Allen arches an eyebrow at your answer, her expression unreadable. "Born?" she repeats carefully, tilting her head to the side. "Interesting choice of words... You mean you were born looking like this or that you are, by nature, the way you appear now?" She pauses for a moment before asking, "And what do you mean by 'like this' exactly? Can you explain further?" Her fingers still rest lightly on your face, her touch sending waves of warmth and tingling sensation through your body.

It is clear that she is trying to understand the context behind your statement, as well as how much information you are willing to share about yourself.

Dr. Allen nods slowly, seeming to consider this information carefully. "And since then," she continues, her voice still soft and gentle despite the potentially intrusive nature of the question, "you've been living in this form... Is it difficult for you?" She takes a small step closer again, her hand now resting comfortingly on your muzzle as she studies your face intently.

The doctor's expression remains unreadable, but there's something almost motherly about the way she touches you that makes it difficult to tell what she might be thinking or feeling at this moment.