Chapter 17: Fleshroom
Bob had awakened from his slumber, having rested with Alesse and their son Romeo before facing the door to see Tom waving him over. With a smile, he got up, but not after kissing her on her forehead, followed by his son. Getting up, he followed Tom as they were escorted to a private room where the two sat. Tom cleared his throat, revealed a notepad, and faced Bob with a nervous smile.
"I apologize, Bob, but I will have to do a small interview with you, seeing as you are different from when we first gained you," Tosaid, to which Bob merely waved it off.
"I understand, so please relax. I have no means to harm you or anyone in this foundation unless you give me a reason to," Bob commented with an innocent smile. If you please..."
"Of course," Tom said, looking at his notes and then back at Bob. "Are your abilities the same, or have they changed?"
"Both," Bob answered with a smile. "Before it was Fertility Bestow, Adaption, and Lust Empowerment. All three had their hold, with the previous owner being nothing more than a slave. Now that I have gained this vessel, I can use their true power. Desire intuition allows me to peek into another's desire; the more buried it is, the stronger the pull. Pleasure inducement is what happens when they see what I have found... although we both share in the scene, it is no different than watching a sex video. The only power that remains is adaption being the same."
Tom nods and writes down the answer.
"These visions you peek into a subject... can you control it, or is it all the subjects?" Tom questioned. "Also, can you affect multiple subjects or one at a time?"
"It is all the woman's control on what we see, and it only works on one person at a time," Bob replies.
"Right. And how long is this... vision sharing?" Tom questioned.
"So long as our eyes remain locked to one another. The moment I close my eyes, the vision ends," Bob says, nodding with Tom.
"I know this is a foolish question, but can your ability to peek into a subject's desire be done on men?" Tom asked, looking at Bob, who merely shook his head. "Thought so. Thank you for letting me clarify."
Bob only nodded.
"Does your ability to peek into a female subject's desire have a chance of failing?" Tom asked, looking at his notes. "Video feeds show you looking into all your lover's eyes yet nothing happened...why is that?"
"So far, it has not failed. As for why nothing has happened, it is because they are caring for our children. Once our children are old enough to walk, the foundation may do some light tests on them... think of it as babysitting... and during that time... well... I have a lot of pleasure to make up for my lovers."
"When you obtain a new lover, will they also be impregnated still like before, or has that changed?" Tom asked, tapping his pen against the notepad.
"That is up to my lover. If she wishes to bear my children, then she will be given that right when I fill her womb.. but if not, then it will not be so no matter how many times I cum inside her. A simple vocal confirmation is all that is needed," Bob admitted with a chuckle. "From there...well... you have all the proof of our children through your cameras when my children were born."
"Almost done," Tom notified as Bob nodded. "Who and what are you?"
Bob tilted his head, caught off guard at the question, before chuckling and nodding.
"Hmm, a bold question. I can only guess who asked for such a question," Bob said, opening his eyes to look at Tom.
Tom flinched, but as Bob's eyes opened completely, he saw it was brown rather than pink, as the reports said.
"I go by many titles, but these are the main ones that others called me before Bob Romaz was even born," Bob said, standing up and facing the walls as he slowly walked over to Tom. "Merchant of Love...Seer of Desire...Monarch of Lust... but what I am is the living embodiment of pleasure."
Tom blinked as Bob faced the doctor with a smile.
"As for who I am... my true name...is Surur," Bob said, standing over Tom as he slowly closed his eyes.
"Arabic for Pleasure..." Tom finished as Bob nodded.
"Is there anything else to ask?" Bob asked, tilting his head.
"...y...yes..." Tom stammered. "Can you be killed?"
"Yes. But I can never indeed die. Wherever there is pleasure, I can be quickly reborn... I have to get a new vessel, is all... and wait until I can awaken from my slumber," Bob admitted with a sigh while turning away. "But to beat me, it will take a lot of power to do so... and even more if the aim is to kill me."
Tom nodded as Bob chuckled.
"But I would advise you to pray no one or groups ever gets that close to killing me..." Bob stated.
"Why is that?" Tom asked, looking up at Bob.
"Because that would force my older brother to intervene... and when he does... it would take every Keter class to beat his vessel... and if he appears with his true form... this world would be put at risk...possibly this reality," Bob said, lowering his head.
Tom wrote that down and nodded before getting to his feet with a nervous smile.
"With your questions done, shall I take you to SCP-002?" Tom said, and Bob nodded before the two left the room.
Bob found himself alone within SCP-002 while he looked around with his pink iris eyes. He had no means of eye contact before looking at the wall before him. A pair of eyes formed, and their eyes met, followed by the romo beginning to let out soft moans throughout the room. With a smile, Bob nodded as he walked backward and sat on the sofa, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
The moment Bob closed his eyes, he felt his pants being pulled down along with his boxer, followed by a wet substance engulfing his hardened member. Opening his eyes, he found that a pipe of flesh had formed around his cock, which remained still, and found the television was now missing. A chuckle escaped his lips as he felt the pipe beginning to move again. It was a weird sensation as it reminded him of the phrase that Liz told him about humans using things known as fleshlights or pocket pussies.
The pace picked up as Bob placed his hands behind his head, enjoying the feel of his cock being massaged by flesh before eventually groaning as a stream of cum was shot into the pipe of flesh. After his sack was emptied, the pipe moved away, allowing Bob to open his eyes and find the TV had returned, but with a picture frame on the wall of Bob's face. Bob chuckled while closing his eyes and pulled his boxer and pants up before bowing his thanks and facing the exit smiling.
"Until next time... Coraline," Bob said before leaving the living room with a smirk.
As Bob left the living room, he was to enter an isolated room to undergo quarantine for seventy hours, but Richard denied this due to Tom's information. Tom smiled and waved Bob over as he exited the quarantine while rubbing the back of his head in confusion.
"How did you know you could make love to Scp-002?" Tom asked as Bob faced him.
"Her name is Coraline. Please remember to use the names they are given by either me or themselves," Bob reminded Tom, to which Tom nodded.
"Sorry... how did you know you could have sexual intercourse with Coraline?" Tom asked as they entered a hallway.
"I did not know. I just felt a desire in Coraline and waited to see what she wanted. And she showed me, so I took action," Bob replied with a chuckle.
"Yes. Of course you did," Tom sighed while writing more notes. "Who will you be resting with this day?"
"Hmmm, I believe it has been a while since Tessa and I slept together," Bob answered with a grin.
/To be continued...
Now, rules! -Only one vote per person(Votes not in comments don't count.) -No repeats until special chapters. -Only organic-ish anomalies. -If there is a tie, I will select the SCP that interests me most. (If there is not vote by the time passes [which is about a day] the next scp will be SCP-029: Daughter of Shadows)