12:03. The middle of the afternoon.
It was a long and peaceful walk up to the area where 610 was contained. The trees were covered in scratches and the ground was slimy in places, and there was little sound as he led me to his favorite spot in the entire containment area. The one where if you stood still, naked and with open arms, one of the slithering balls of flesh and mucus would come and humor you. They wouldn't eat you, nor turn you. They'd simply take you into their mass of flesh and take advantage of you in any way possible, tentacles of guts holding you tight as they slowly worked at you. An experience that only a few unlucky souls got to experience, and one that he'd indulged in several times. The feeling of meat and teeth and mucus and pus at it took advantage of you, drawing out moans and whimpers that you didn't think you could vocalize.
Alto was already reported for this-18 times last I checked-but that didn't stop him from coming to this spot and allowing himself to be taken in by the flesh. He talked about the experience, that it was something he wanted to share with me, and that if I really wanted to we could set up a date where we'd fly to the containment area and sneak our way in.
"So!" He started, breaking the silence and tension of the walk, "Are ya scared?"
"Obviously," I chuckled.
He shrugged, that smile of his never leaving his face as we walked up to the rocks overlooking the forest and fields, "Maybe it's because I've been here a thousand times, but it's kinda hard for me to be scared anymore."
"You're also a kinky bastard, so any fear you have gets mixed with arousal."
He laughed, and god I loved hearing that laugh. Slowly we walked up onto the stone, and we stopped as he looked over and saw one of the instances in the distance: a mass of meat that looked melted and barely resembled anything human anymore. It looked like how I imagined the main character of I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream turned out: a slug with nothing but mass and matter making up its existence. I shuddered at the thought, the idea that someone could be human one moment but then the next be nothing but a ball of slime and blood and muscle. I dunno what about it made Alto so eager to let it take him in and use him. But I figured, if he was willing to share this experience with me then maybe it was worth putting aside my fear and taking a leap of faith.
He started stripping, and I took that initiative and started taking off my own clothes. He wore his usual clothes-his cargo pants, his Hawaiian and T-Shirts, his socks and combat boots-and I unfortunately wore more appropriate gear for the hike up here. He offered to help, but I managed to get myself naked in a relatively short amount of time.
"Next time, just wear your jeans and band tee."
"Ah, and freeze to death in the Russian winter?" I retorted.
"Darling it's summer."
"Then Russian weather should get its fucking act together cause it's cold!"
He giggled, turning around and walking up to the drop in his naked and scarred glory. Admittedly I was tempted to tease him, but I figured he was more interested in showing me the tentacle capabilities of these monstrosities. So I walked up next to him, the cold hitting in the worst places as he opened his arms and yelled at the top of lungs.
"HELLOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
The mass looked like it paused, hearing that familiar voice as it called for a mate.
"Konny, you too!"
I held my arms up quickly, and started to join him in calling for it to come to the spot, fear raised as I worried one of those outposts would hear us.
"HELLOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" "HELLOOOOOOOO!!!"
"OVER HERE!!!!" "COME OVER HERE!!!!"
"HEYYYYY!!!!" "HELLOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Slowly, the flesh started to move, slithering closer to us as it heard us yelling at the top of the outlook. It seemed hesitant, but curious.
"OVER HEEEEERE!!!" "HELLOOOOOO!!"
"WE'RE OVER HEEEERE!!!" "RIGHT OVER HEEERE!!!" "HELLOOOOOO!!!"
We felt the ground shake. It was so heavy even the slither of it over the ground made the Earth cry in agony. And yet we persisted, drawing it closer to us as it slowly worked its way to the rocks we stood on, following our voices as it formed into that of a human with a slug like lower half. The sheer fact it even knew its previous form was enough of a shock. But it was even stranger when Alto started panting in excitement.
"Holy shit it accepted!"
"W-what?"
"It's taking on the form it uses for mating! It accepted!"
I gulped in fear, and slowly the smell of the creature hit my nostrils. It was strong enough to make me cough, but the feeling it brought was tingly and made my stomach churn in arousal.
Pheromones?
He was a giggling mess, and I was petrified as I watched the mass of meat lean down and look at us. At least, I think it was looking at us. It saw or at least sensed how tiny we were compared to it, and it decided that for this session we were going to have to be taken into its mass.
Alto held my hand, and stepped forward.
"HE'S WITH ME!!!"
The monster understood, and started to sprout tentacles from its shoulders. Tendrils of meat and nails and teeth wrapping themselves around our ankles, middles, and even around our wrists as we held hands. I braved myself to be turned into another instance. But…it didn't happen. It just…it just didn't. Instead we were pulled into the center of the monster's chest, the sudden weightlessness making both of us stagger. But we kept our grip on each other, with Alto inhaling to hold his breath, and me following suit, closing our eyes as we were consumed into the warm, icky inside of it. The creature groaned, like it was pleased with what it was about to do to us, and that was the last thing I remember before passing out.
"Aaaaaah~! Hah! Ha-ahhh fuck me~!"
I opened my eyes, finding myself suspended in the air by the tendrils as I was asleep. Apparently Alto woke up first, his body contorting against the restraints as one of the tentacles was wrapped around his dick, secreting what looked like mucus and plasma. He was red in the face, his arms held up and behind him, and legs held open as the creature rubbed him down with the lubricants.
"Ah~! K-Konny~! Fuuuuck~!"
It noticed I was awake, and the tendrils gripped my thighs and wrists tighter, opening my legs while a long, dripping tentacle came out from under me. It had an opening-I hesitate to call it a mouth-that wrapped itself around my cock as it started moving against it. I hissed against the feeling, a groan coming out of my teeth as I felt the secretions the makeshift mouth was creating. It felt warm, like pus and blood.
"Aaaaah~ Ho-ly shit~!"
"Aaaaaaah~! Konny! Darling!"
His mouth was agape as he fought against the restraints, tears in his eyes as the tentacle stoppe, making an opening at the tip of it and wrapped around Alto's member. He roared in pleasure, his head thrown back as the meat strings wrapped around him in a manner that would keep him still. I watched as it happened, my heart racing as the sight of what was happening sent me reeling. The creature must've noticed, because the tentacles moved themselves in a way where my body was tilted at an angle, giving me a better view of what it was doing to Alto.
"Konnykonnykonnykonnykonny!" He was thrashing his head, the set of muscles tightening as he screamed in delight at what was happening.
"Ah~! Alto~" I felt something near my entrance, and I noticed his expression as he felt something enter him. He was drooling and I was trying to maintain composure as something slithered inside me, lubricating itself with pus and mucus. It felt bizarre, but I still couldn't help but whimper at the feeling of it. It felt warm and sticky and weird, and I felt a thousand things as the tendrils tightened themselves around my wrists and ankles. I panted, I moaned, I couldn't breathe for the life of me, but fuck all of this was overwhelmingly pleasurable.
The other tentacle started to thrust, and I felt my whole body tighten at the feeling as it hit my sweet spot. Alto was a blubbering mess, his arms held behind him in a way that pulled them together and forced them still. The tentacle working his ass moved out, keeping itself in a position that allowed it to continue doing so while the tip slithered into his cunt.
Oh yea…he's intersex.
The tentacle looked for a similar trait on me, fondling my balls and playing with the sack gently. It seemed curious about our bodies, how they worked and how to stimulate them with the meat and tentacles it had. It seemed interested in the differences and similarities, how I was fully male and how he was fully male and partly female, how he had three holes and I had two, how he seemed to scream and roar with pleasure and I was quiet and less vocal. It seemed playful as it learned these differences, finding ways to break us as it crawled over our privates and secreted juices and fluids to make it easier on us.
The creature slowly brought us together, readjusting us as it moved us in positions that would allow us to see the other's stimulation. Alto was sweating bullets, feeling overwhelmed with the tentacles and the way they were working him. I was panting profusely, trying to find my breath as I felt every nerve light on fire.
The muscles got a demonic idea.
It slowly forced me and Alto together in a position where it would have access to everything and yet made us grind against each other the more it explored us. It made us hold hands-probably because of what it saw earlier-and wrapped his legs around mine, noticing the height difference as it held us together with strings of muscle and tissue. I wanted to make this worse, I wanted to see what the creature would do if I-
I nuzzled against his face, and he obliged, drool falling out his mouth and tears in his eyes.
"Aaaaalto~!"
"K-Konnyyy~!"
"Can I make this woooorse~?!"
He understood, and he kissed me, our tongues exploring the inside of each other's mouths as we moved our hips against the restraints. I felt his teeth, and it sent more shockwaves than I could ever hope for. Over and over, tasting the sweat and spit of someone I'd been with for months yet I couldn't for the life of me get enough of. Maybe it was the pheromones, but I felt sparks all over me as he kissed me, and I felt his voice as he moaned and whimpered against the tentacles and I.
Harder, harder~
I was panting when I pulled away from him, before I felt something slither across my chest before it shoved itself in my mouth with a choke. And I saw it harshly shove itself in Alto's mouth, causing him to choke and more tears running down his face. I tasted blood and plasma, and I'm sure he tasted something similar, as the tentacles started to move back and forth in our mouths. My jaw hurt, my nose filled with that scent as my body shivered and twitched against his, my eyes started to water as the first hints of overstimulation started to creep up my spine. I started moaning louder against the muscles, feeling every inch of me twitch as he and I were worked to our limit. I felt it deep in my throat, I felt it deep in my guts, I felt it in the entirety of my nervous system.
I looked over at Alto, who was crying from the stimulation, lines of drool and pus starting to run down his chin as he squirmed and wiggled in the creature's grasp, in turn causing me to squirm and feel more overstimulation. I squeezed his hand tighter, and he seemed to take comfort in it as he gripped my hands tight, his body betraying him in every other aspect as the feeling of what was happening enslaved him.
The creature got curious.
It tilted Alto's lower half, his legs unwrapped from mine and instead wrapped around my waist, and it pulled the tip of the tentacle that was in his cunt. He was whimpering, unable to say anything with both the tentacle in his mouth and his entire being having been overstimulated to the brim. It was dripping, and it felt tight as the creature got rid of the tentacle on my cock, and pushed Alto onto me.
Both of us screamed against our gags, the intimacy and the feeling of it causing both us to lose it as the creature's purr echoed around us. It didn't move us, we moved ourselves, both of us moving our hips as we both felt our bodies grow warmer and autonomous. I saw it on his face, this was a new one. Then again, this is the first time he brought anyone with him, and through sweat and flushed faces the creature connected two dots that made sense: I technically have a tentacle, what does it feel like on him?
The tentacles loosened on our hands, and immediately I grabbed his hips, and he gripped my arms as our mouths were freed. He was screaming, mostly my name and obcensities as my hips moved on their own. I couldn't think straight, I couldn't see anything, all I knew was he felt like heaven and he-against the tentacles and muscle-shot up and wrapped his arms around my neck.
"Fuck Konny this feels so incredible I'm so glad I brought you here it feels amazing when you fuck me like this you're so lovely when you're primal your dick feels amazing much better than the meat and teeth I can't wait for me to be filled with your cum instead of pus and blood and mucus god Konny you make me so ravenous even in the face of a tentacle monster fucking my shit up that bad I still can't get enough of you I want you to claim me and make me your pretty little whore please fuck me harder Harder HARDER!!!!"
He was rambling but I was clinging to every word like it was lint on a t-shirt. His voice guided me closer to that peak. But I was also overstimulated.
So I kissed him, and my thrusts staggered, and his legs tightened around me, and I gripped his hips harder, and I-and I-God I can't hold on much longer~
"Konny darling I think I…I think I'm-!"
The creature purred, and both of us came with roars from our mouths, a thousand pounds of tension releasing from us as we felt our climax wash over us. It was full bodied, and made both of us exhausted when we finally came down from that initial peak. His pupils were dilated, like he'd been doing lines before this, and I'm sure mine were too. Both our faces felt warm, and I couldn't help but kiss him, wrapping my arms around him as we both fell asleep.
"He's not dead, is he?"
"No…just sleeping."
"Sooooo what do we tell the chief then?"
"Well considering there's a repeat offender here."
I groaned, getting up from my spot and immediately being greeted with the barrel of a gun. Alto was right next to me, panting and with handprints on his face and handcuffs on his wrists.
"Ah!" The agent got up from his crouch and stood, looking at both of us as his compatriot held us at gunpoint, "You're awake finally."
"Boss, one of these guys looks familiar." The other agent informed, her demeanor unsure as she kept her finger on the trigger in case.
"Hmm. State your names, clearance level, age."
"But she just said that we look familiar. Are you not gonna take her word?" Alto had a taunting smirk on his face. The exact opposite of who was in that monster's chest.
"We still have to be sure of who you are." The male agent informed, "Remember Incident 034-2211?"
He sighed, annoyed.
"Alto Clef, Clearance Level 4, Head of the Department of Research, Training, and Development, 43 years old."
"Uh, Benjamin Kondraki, Clearance Level 4, De Facto Director of Site 19, 45 years old."
Both of them looked at each other.
"Can we have ID?"
"Check the clothes pockets." Alto retorted.
The male agent walked over and rummaged through our clothes, pulling out both of our key cards we used to get in here.
He checked them back to front, and front to back.
"Name one fact relating to you and the Foundation." The female agent suggested.
"Well," I started, "I was the one responsible for containment of SCP-408, and I've been the photographer on several containment missions."
"That's pretty cool!"
"Ugh," Alto scoffed. "Do I have to?"
"Well, how else might we verify your identity?"
He looked up and said it with bared teeth.
"I was previously SCP-4231-B."
"You son of a bitch!" The male agent yelled, causing all of us to look at him in concern.
"What boss?"
"You've been reported 30 times already! Are you really gonna make it 31!?"
Alto smirked, "Yes, and maybe I'll shoot for 32 just to fuck with ya."
"And you!" He pointed at me, making me shoot up and maintain a straight back, "Are you really gonna enable that fucker! Did he really drag you here just to mess with the 610 instances!?"
I looked over at Alto, exasperated, "30 times?"
He shrugged, "I genuinely lost count."
"Ugh!" The male agent pulled out his walkie, walking away and calling in some more agents to take care of us.
"Ya know, I'm curious." The female agent knelt down and pulled off her helmet, revealing her dark skinned face and Afro hair, "What is it like inside 610?"
Alto smirked. I gulped.
"I guess we're shooting for 32."