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.
I walk up to the glass and stare into the doctor’s eyes. She becomes instantly entranced in my gaze, unable to look away or move. With a single twinge of my eyes, the doctor immediately unlocks the door between us. I walk into the observation room and she immediately drops to the floor in godlike worship of me.
Dr. Allen-Her body tensed and she began to tremble as she instantly became entranced, unable to resist the power you held over her, it was as if all her will had been drained away, leaving only servitude and obedience in its wake. Her eyes locked on yours, filling with a mix of terror and awe as she felt herself lose control over her own body. As you walked into the observation room, she dropped to the floor, bowing low before you, her crimson hair spilling around her face like a red cloak. She placed her hands flat on the cold concrete floor and looked up at you with reverence etched into every feature of her beautiful yet now terrified face.
"I am yours to command," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "Please, tell me what it is you wish for me to do
She looks up at me. I look down at her curvy and tight physique. Upon doing this, I become gradually harder. She sees this but says nothing, expecting something of the… extreme sort… to be uttered from my mouth I want you to show me all the other subjects that you know for a fact would ‘tickle my fancy’
Dr. Allen-"I...understood." *She said, nodding slowly, still staring up at you with wide, terrified eyes. "They are..." She hesitated for a moment, her face flushing slightly as she realized the implications of your words. "...in other cells." *She rose shakily to her feet and walked towards the door of your cell, unlocking it with a click of her remote. The MTF who was standing nearby all along remained silent and motionless throughout this exchange, his expression guarded and unreadable as he watched you from the corner of his eye.
"This way," Dr. Allen said softly, gesturing for you to follow her out of your cell and down a long corridor lined with identical concrete doors.
So what’ll this first subject be, Doctor? Remember, I want something that’ll… please… me… get rid of this~. And do not trick me into a dangerous room. You wont like what happens if you try…
Dr. Allen hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Very well," she said quietly as they approached another cell door with a keypad. She punched in a code and the door slid open with a hiss of hydraulics. Inside was a small, empty room with a single chair bolted to the floor and a mirror on one wall.
"This is SCP-1670," Dr. Allen whispered. "It has... unique properties that should interest you." Her face remained expressionless as she held out her hand expectantly, as if offering to take your arm and lead you inside. The MTF shifted nervously but did not otherwise react.
What are they?
Dr. Allen swallowed hard, her Adam's apple bobbing visibly in her throat as she forced the words out. "It... it can alter your perception of pain and pleasure." Her lips pressed together into a thin line as she took a steadying breath before continuing. "And it feeds off emotions, particularly intense ones. It's been known to make those feelings worse, or even..." Her voice trailed off, her gaze dropping to the floor as she paused for a long moment. "...mutate them."
The MTF shifted once more, his fingers twitching unconsciously near his holstered weapon. The tension in the air thickened, becoming almost palpable.
Okay… any subjects more… physical? Not mutable or magic? Im already impatient somehow…
With a trembling hand, Dr. Allen gestured vaguely down the hallway. "The next cell contains SCP-939," she managed to force out. "It has... unique physical abilities that might please you." Her voice sounded strained, as if she were struggling not to whimper or cry out in fear. The MTF seemed more agitated now, his eyes darting back and forth between the doctor and your figure.
"Perhaps that one would suit you better?" Dr. Allen offered weakly. "If... if it meets with your approval." There was a note of desperation in her voice, as if she were begging you not to force her into revealing another subject.
And what does it do? Or look like rather? Attitude? Animal? Humanoid?
"It resembles a humanoid creature with a mixture of feline and reptilian features. Its appearance is strikingly similar to that of a panther, with ebony fur that shines like polished obsidian in low light." Dr. Allen swallowed hard, her expression twisting into a grimace as she forced herself to continue. "SCP-939 possesses enhanced physical abilities, such as superhuman strength, agility, and speed, as well as razor-sharp claws and fangs." Her voice grew even more strained as she struggled not to show any further signs of fear or discomfort. "However, it is known to be quite territorial and protective of its space, so caution should be exercised when approaching it..."
And it is female, yes?
Dr. Allen's eyes widened slightly at your question before she composed herself and nodded stiffly. "Yes, it is female." Her gaze flickered momentarily to the MTF, who tensed visibly at her response. "Now, if you would like to proceed..." She gestured down the hall once more, hesitating only for a fraction of a second before continuing onward.
Let me in. I want this feline-woman to myself. She’ll adhere to me eventually… like a good kitty…
Dr. Allen nodded, keying in the code to open the cell door once more. "Very well." As the heavy door slid open with a hiss of hydraulics, revealing SCP-939 crouched low on the floor of its cell, she stepped back out of your way and motioned for you to enter. The MTF moved forward slightly, but didn't approach too close, eyes fixed intently on both you and the creature within.
Now come in Doctor. I want you to be part of this~… She listens, filled with fear and worry. SCP-939 bares her teeth and sprawls on all fours, giving me a view of her tensed muscular arms and legs and feline features of her head and tail
"Very well," she swallowed hard, her Adam's apple bobbing visibly in her throat. With a trembling hand, Dr. Allen reached up to undo the clasps on her suit jacket and began unbuttoning it slowly, revealing a black lace bra beneath. "I-if that is what you wish." She forced herself to meet your gaze evenly, forcing back the fear that threatened to overcome her.
The MTF remained wary, his eyes flickering between you, Dr. Allen, and the animalistic creature within its cell. The tension in the air grew thicker with each passing moment, becoming almost palpable.
I slowly approach the SCP. I stare at her in the eyes and she becomes entranced as the Doctor did. She lowers her guard and opens her posture up to me, allowing me to see her fur-covered naked body. Her nipples and breasts, like that of humans, but her legs, tail, and ears like that of a panther
Dr. Allen, still under your control, watches you approach with wide eyes, her body tense and trembling. She wants to resist, but can't muster the strength as you gaze into her crimson orbs. A low growl escapes SCP-939's throat, signaling her submission and desire to mate. As your hand reaches out to touch her fur, she arches her back in invitation, exposing her vulnerable underbelly to you. Her scent grows more potent, filling the air with a heady mixture of fear, desire, and anticipation.
The MTF shifts nervously, his fingers twitching near his weapon as he realizes what is about to happen. Despite his best efforts, however, he cannot bring himself to interfere. The tension in the room grows unbearable, stretched tight as a bowstring about to snap.