User blog:Ore-samma/My Queen Slime (SCP-610)

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Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

A knock sounded and I leaned back and let out a long breath.

“Come in.”

The door opened and I looked up.

“Good evening Director Crenek.”

“Doctor Miller, please, sit..”

The man sat and held out a manila folder, but I stopped him. “I already got the preliminary report from the field. And if it is to be believed, SCP-610 in the remote portions of Siberia can be considered neutralized…..is that correct?”

Miller nodded and set the folder down on the desk. “Absolutely. We’ve since surrounded the affected areas, The Mole rats continue to search the underground caverns, but as far as we can tell, SCP-8115 attached to MTF group Alpha-9 has effectively consumed all instances of SCP-610.”

“And the location of SCP-8115?”

“They, or rather it returned back to the dimensional rift. There have been no traces and our Cranton Reality Anchors are in place where their rift was last seen. So far Hume levels remain at the lowest possible range, even with the anchors turned off. 05-2 states we can put a small  outpost there and leave one behind, and then abandon the post after ten years.”

I sighed and rubbed my temples. “How did that mass of goo destroy the other mass of goo? It just doesn’t seem possible!”

Miller shrugged, “Who’s to say? But- SCP-8115-1 left behind the mission recorder, just like you asked. You can replay it at your leisure.”

“Thank you, Miller. That will be all.”

I watched Miller go, probably to teach another lecture and looked at the singular recorder that would allow me to relieve the entire events that happened in the last few days.

I picked up the chip and fully locked down my office, set a failsafe for three hours and inserted it into my biochip slot.

(earlier)

“Biochip is in place and all indicators are green! How do you feel?”

I felt a strange presence in my mind and looked over at my Queen Slime wife. “Suna, what do you think?”

Suna shrugged and opened her mouth. “Say aaah!” Another Suna said next to me.

I already knew what was going to happen and opened my mouth and Suna immediately thrusted her arm  down my throat and I felt her wiggle and riggle into my brain and touch a certain hard spot.

“Hmmmm, it is just recording your sensation, nothing more. Whoever uses the chip he put in will know and feel everything you do.” She smiled devilishly and her form went deeper, into my abdomen, my pelvis, and now my-

I grunted and spasmed as Suna brought me to climax in seconds, squeezing out my seed from every possible angle.

Suna watched with a delighted expression and smiled while another Suna whispered in my ear. “These pleasures are for all that are loved by a mamono.” She purred.

I gasped as Suna retracted her arm, patting her stomach and licking her lips.

“Hmmm, husband! Whatever they had you eat, it sure made a difference in the taste of your body!” She said, smacking her lips.

I coughed and smirked. “You really are the most lovable and best kind of freak!” I said and kissed my darling.

“Hmmmm, don’t you ever forget it.”

(later)

I glanced up as the Helicopter took up, leaving me and ten Suna’s behind. We were told the nearest source of infestation was about “three clicks” north, and started to walk.

After a while all my Suna’s stopped and looked at me.

“What?”

“The air just turned to poison! Can’t you smell it?” Suna whispered.

I sniffed the air. “No. I smell something that reminds me of blood. But, no- I can’t smell or magically sense anything out of the ordinary.”

You are within aerosol range of the infestation My radio crackled. ''Two hundred thousand parts per million. Don’t worry, contagion is spread by physical touch only.''

I held up the radio. “Understood. Thank you.”

'' You should be within visual range anytime. Sky drones at your location show the infestation is just over the next hill ''

I looked up and gasped along with three Suna’s.

A town, or what remained of a town was below covered in fleshy substances. Quite a few bipedal monstrosities ambled about and engaged in strange activities.

“Hmmm.” Suna looked to me while another of her forms strode down the hill. “These things are made of corrupted flesh. I sense a disease spell mixed in with necromantic and chaotic energy.”

“So, magically driven?” I said, looking at the Suna next to me.

She shook her head. “Not after the initial transformation I think. Afterwards, it's all biologically driven. It's an incomplete Hive Horror spell I think.”

“Well, that’s good and all, do you think you can assimilate and absorb it?”

Suna narrowed her eyes and concentrated on the form that was almost near a bipedal monstrosity. “I’m about to find out.”

I felt a strange fear grip my insides as all the Suna’s around me started to writhe and shiver, turning red with extra tentacles and appendages seeming to froth and wrestle within her form.

'' Grant! Suna! Get out of there! All instances of SCP 610-1 are pouring out of the tunnels! RUN! ''

“I’m not leaving Suna!” I cried out, stepping closer to my wife as she screamed and moaned on the ground, shivering, wriggling and seeming to combat a red slime that was within her.

'' Supplemental team 9, get Grant out of there now! ''

I whirled around as several forms seemed to materialize from thin air. I tried to fight them off, but they quickly overpowered me and rushed off to a waiting small helicopter. The chopper rose in the air, and I noticed my Suna still writhing on the ground. She looked up and raised her arm, reaching. A flash of motion caught my attention and a gigantic tentacle wrapped around the helicopter and started to pull it in. The sounds of a dangerous sounding whine of the engines and several alarms blared.

“Bail! Bail!” The pilot cried back to the compartment.

I was grabbed and was in a moment of chaotic freefall before we were caught up in some sort of field and landed gently.

“Let me go! I have to go to her!” I cried out, struggling against the hazmat suited goon.

“Let him go, corporal!”

Immediately the arms that kept me in a vise grip let me go. “Sir?”

“We’ll be lucky to get out of here alive, let alone carrying a civilian like him.” The leader held up a radio.

“Central, escape route destroyed. We are still at the edge of the perimeter and can escape, what are your orders?”

'' Keep distance from all instances of SCP 610, let SCP 8115-1 go after SCP 8115 if he wants, put surveillance and tracking systems on him and keep monitoring the situation. ''

The leader pulled his sidearm and turned his hazmat masked face to me.

“Alright, Grant. You’re gonna hold still while we fit you with our recording gear. After that, you can go and do what you want.“

“Thank you.” I breathed, not even bothered about having one of their weapons held at my face.

After they strapped two cameras and a sound recorder I ran off in the direction of Suna.

The spot was bare, and the village seemed to writhe and pulse as if alive.

I noticed a bunch of the bipedal fleshy things enter one of the larger buildings and quickly made my way down the valley. As I got closer, the wet smell of over ripe flesh was everywhere. The buildings seemed to slowly have their “fleshy” parts recede into the ground, and the building where all the bipedal things congregated were filing into what looked like an underground cavern.

“Suna!” I cried out, trying to make my way closer.

A few of the things whirled around, they started to rush towards me but a tentacle grabbed their ankles and they stopped and ambled back to the queue.

“Suna?” I whispered, and watched as the things slipped down a strange chute one-by-one.

I edged closer as the crowd thinned, I noticed what was once a fleshy nightmare of a town was not a dilapidated wreck. The strange wet-meat smell was also diminishing. I turned back to the wet meat-chute and noticed only a strange dirt mound.

“Suna!” I cried out and started to claw away at the dirt mound….but nothing….it wasn’t even all that moist anymore. I walked out of the building and noticed the MTF materialize again out of nowhere.

“Grant, drone surveillance shows that the amusement part twenty clicks from here is growing exponentially! We need to get out of here fast!”

I shook my head. “I keep telling you! I’m not leaving Suna!”

Grant, this is Command. The radio crackled, '' We are sending an evac for MTF 9 and with it, a motor vehicle for you. Do you know how to operate it?''

“No. I never driven any of your machines.”

'' Barnes. You drive him there, after you drop him off, immediately vacate to the furthest range of radio communication with Grant. ''

(later)

I gasped upon seeing the madness of a fleshy fun-park that resembled the layout of tents and attractions I would see sometimes at summer festivals back home.

“Right then, good luck Grant.” Barnes said and sped off the moment my feet touched the floor.

I strode up to one of the tents and looked for an entrance...nothing.

I looked at the ground and noticed a definite border between the grass and the flesh.

I looked about the things milling about and wondered if my Suna was responsible for all of this.

“Well, here goes.” I exhaled and stepped on the flesh ground.

A large gibbering cry sounded from everywhere, and before I knew it- I was surrounded by the bipedal fleshy creatures. They grabbed me and started to haul me deeper into the horrific assemble of tents, stands, flesh, teeth, eyes, and tendrils.

“Suna!” I screamed, calling out to any and all of the creatures that surrounded me. Hoping against hope! It must not end this way! It can’t! I noticed a gigantic container that tendrils of flesh were picking up the bipedal things and dumping them into. “Crap! Suna! Help me! Suna!” I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth.

“Grant!”

I gasped and looked…. “Suna? What the heck?”

Suna stood before me, her light blue form and everything. She gestured around herself. “I did it! I got them all!” She said triumphantly.

“What do you mean, you got them all? What are you saying?”

Suna strode over to the large vat and patted it. “The people! They are all still alive! They were just mixed and jumbled together!” She concentrated and a tentacle suddenly reached inside the vat and pulled out a human male, screaming and pulling at the slime on his body.

“They are in a state of shock, but I think it’ll pass!” Suna said with a wide smile as two of the bipedal creatures took the now-comatose human away to a different tent.

“Suna! Wow!” I cried out, “How did you do it?”

Suna smiled and shook her finger in a ‘tsk-tsk’ motion. “I think I will share that with you, my love...and not you, Director Crenek.”

“What-”

(POV Switch)

I gasped as my vision went dark and the dimness of my office went into focus. That damn slime girl! How did she keep what she did a secret?! And now we have over thirty thousand refugees to deal with!

I sighed as I took out the biochip and stored it in the metal container holding the rest of the SCP 610 file and typed in my clearance code and fully confirmed its new status.

' Neutralized. '