Ricebowl 70

  The warm water of your shower was brushing against your skin and hair with you feeling as the water dripped down your skin and onto the floor, steam moving around you as you relaxed yourself. Overall your life had been going pretty well for yourself, you had recently scored a rather high paying job that you didn’t have to work for and this new house that you had brought was a rather excellent place to live in. It had been a recent renovation by a Japanese company due to the fact that the previous house had supposedly been falling apart for a while, left to rot for reasons unknown to you. You had bought the house on the cheap because they had people leave constantly for reasons that they wouldn’t tell you about at the time but you weren’t going to reject a chance at having a rather lavish home for a small price so you took the home and you’ve been happily living there since. For the first couple days everything went smoothly but you had eventually started to notice that things wer...

Snow was falling, the heating was on and overall everything had been going according to plan which was rather amazing given that Lucy had been invited to the party. Either way day was rapidly becoming night, the sky now a deep and dark blue instead of its standard grey as you’d hear Christmas music ooze out of the front room although you couldn’t tell what song it was but it seemed like it was something a bit more classy which meant it was probably Celias doing more than anyone else’s. Often times you had wondered how Lucy and Celia had even become friends to begin with, Celia had more refined tastes and enjoys the arts like painting and varying operas she had tried to invite you too whilst Lucy was a woman who somehow had infinite energy and enjoyed breaking into people’s houses instead of coming through the door, much to your annoyance. Thankfully she had used the front door today, god knows how well the day would have gone if she had acted the way she usually did but before you coul...

  You had to admit that being a SCP had some advantages over being a regular D-class, least of all being that you were able to wear something that wasn’t bright orange for once. Other than that you were allowed more privileges at the price of not really being able to visit anyone since you were technically an anomaly more than anything else and you were sharing a ward with living computers and vaguely sentient vending machines. This all stemmed from a breach that had occurred a few weeks ago where SCP-939 had managed to break out from containment and attacked some people in your zone but when they got to you something much more pleasurable occurred. They had sex with you with you filling each one with your cum and then being dragged back to your cell when the breach had been breached with you getting a few knocks at the door a week later. They invited you out of your cell and into an interrogation room, the head of the site walking in and telling you that you had officially been id...