User blog:Ore-samma/My Mothgirl (SCP cross over) (no lewd)

Hello Fans, Ore-samma here!

This one is of my own inspiration. I do hope you like it!

Mothgirls are my favorite waifu.

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

I stared at my screen and exhaled as I finally saved my latest report that was to be sent to my site director.

“Only two weeks to spare on the deadline, Brian my good man, you’re slacking!” I muttered to myself as I leaned back and stretched.

I looked at the nearly empty mug and knocked back the last of my ice-cold, nearly-stale coffee and winced as I swallowed it down.

“Ugh, no doubt about it, that coffee machine needs to be changed out.”

I just got to my feet when the main lights cut off and the red emergency light kicked on.

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' Containment breach class three. All personal in sections Alpha to Delta are to remain in place. '

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I exhaled and walked over to my small sofa in my office. Great, just what we needed. I looked at the card on my lanyard and noticed that a class three breach was considered low threat for personnel.

In the dim red light I noticed my door open and a female form wearing a research coat stepped in and closed the door.

“You okay? Got caught outside?” I said to the shaking form.

“I was in the hall when all the lights went out! It’s so dark! I’m so scared!” The woman cried out, almost weeping.

“Geez, I suppose the emergency lights aren’t enough for everyone.” I went to my desk drawer and pulled out my small flashlight and turned it on as I sat back down at the sofa.

The woman gasped and  rushed over and sat next to me. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Light! Oh thank heavens!” She gasped, snuggling close to me, wrapping her arms around my torso and….wait a second….she was also holding onto my hands that held the light?

“Say, what’s your name?” I said trying to make out the female’s face in the dim light.

“Me? Oh! My name is Suna! But they call me ess see pea seven five five seven!” She squeezed me a little tighter and gave a scoff “hmpf! What a horrible name.”

I felt my blood run cold. The woman was an SCP, but….wait a second….our classifications didn’t go higher than 5999….what is going on? I finally made out the outlines of her face. She had two eyes that had a faintly glowing yellow pupil, a normal sized mouth, typical features of a human face. I noted her hands looked more ‘insect-like’ but had four fingers and a thumb….but she had two pairs of arms.

She noticed me looking at her curvy body and smiled. “Say, what’s your name?”

“Brian.” I said with a smile that I forced, hoping that I would live through this day.

“Brian. That is a very nice name.” She leaned into me, causing me to lay upon the sofa and rested her head on my chest and sighed. “This light is so pretty, and your heart is beating so fast.” One of her hands let go of my hand holding the flashlight and she stroked my chest. “Does this mean you like me?” She whispered.

I felt a shock ripple through my body as her question lingered in the air. What do I say? All I knew was that I wanted to live, and that she was quite cute.

“I do.” I said, exhaling  a little as I felt her body shiver a little and she gave a small squeal.

“Eeeee! That’s so wonderful!” She cooed and let go of my torso and mounted my body with her legs on either side of me. “No one ever said they liked me before! You’re so handsome and nice!” She said, her wings fluttered a little bit. Her pupils glowed a bit brighter from the light  refracting from tears welling in her eyes. and she smiled at me. “You wanna see something beautiful?”

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I felt a certain hypnotic power from staring into her eyes, but this was different than anything I ever felt in training. It was more like sunlight versus the murderous heat from an oven. I relaxed and allowed the power to wash over me as I nodded. “Sure.” i said with a smile, wondering why I was ever afraid of her.

She slowly took off the researcher lab coat and then her shirt, revealing her flesh that was very similar to human skin. She raised her arms and her wings extended and started to flutter so fast they became a blur.

She quickly stopped and shifted to lay next to me and took the flashlight and turned it to the ceiling.

The entire room appeared to be a universe of sparking floating diamonds. Her moth scales drifted about on unseen currents in the air and made tiny galaxies and constellations.

“My people usually only show this to the one we love. The one we wish to marry. I show this to you, because I love you.” She looked to me. “Do you love me too?”

I nodded and kissed her. Suna’s tongue was so alien. It was so sticky that I could barely move my tongue around it, and it seemed to get stuck down my throat. I struggled for air, but just before I passed out she exhaled her breath into  me and I was able to breathe again. Her tongue retracted and she smacked her lips and sighed. “I think I’ll have to change that part of me before we kiss that deep again.” She said with a soft giggle, exhaling as she continued to use her lips to kiss me.

My mind grew hazy that I didn’t even notice the main lights go on and could barely understand what was happening as an MTF entered the room and ripped my wife from my arms, screaming and crying...as they injected something into my neck as I screamed and cried.

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(pov break)

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I glanced at the video feed of SCP 7557 as she clung to the glass door, crying as Doctor Miller left his interview and was walking towards my office.

I fumed from the loss of Doctor Brian. He was one of the best and brightest I ever had in my site, and his latest report was completed two weeks early! This was such a major boon with my standing with 05-2….but with the arrival of this mothgirl, everything changed. I could no longer count on him as he was compromised by an SCP.

I sighed as I sat and watched the door open and looked at the latest report handed to me by Doctor Miller.

“You’ve got to be joking? This is all we can get from SCP 7557?”

Miller shrugged. “In all honesty Director, we don’t even have an SCP designation that goes that high. The lab coat is certainly made by foundation means as it has several antimemetic properties, and is made from some materials that only the foundation uses, it even has several tracking devices that we employ, but none of them are paired with any software we currently use. The name on the lapel ‘Doctor Titian’ does not correspond to anyone in foundation employ past or present, and her knowledge of being classified as first a euclid entity, then a safe entity. In addition, her memorization of her file makes it all plausible that she arrived here from an alternate dimension.”

“Yeah, speaking of that.” I said as I sifted through her file. “What’s her story of getting that labcoat in the first place?”

Miller pushed his glasses up his nose. “She said it was her birthday gift for her good behavior. The labcoat and an Oreo icecream cake. Considering it was obviously and professionally modified to accommodate her extra pair of arms, it is quite plausible. According to her, she was allowed to go on daily flights, had her own unlocked quarters, and had essentially free run of her site, apart from restricted areas.” He pulled a photograph from his pocket. "Look."

I glanced at the photo, it showed a standard Foundation Site break room with an icecream cake and over two dozen researchers posing with SCP 7557. On the back it read; ''Congratulations on earning your "Safe" designation! With love- Staff of Site 44''

I looked back to Doctor Miller “So how did she get to the SCP foundation of her world?”

“Sir, it’s all in my report.”

I flung the report to the ground and kept my glare into Miller’s eyes.

“Right, well- she said she was born in a far off land. She was trying to fly away from what we think is a tornado considering her description. She was caught in the winds and woke up in an SCP holding cell. She said her behavior quickly allowed her the freedoms she enjoyed, and she was even being tutored by Doctor Titan in academic matters, even studying for her entrance into the foundation! She said that she was told beforehand that she wouldn’t be able to ever leave the site grounds, but she didn’t mind. Said that the only way she knew she would be trusted as much as she could by the foundation was to join them.”

“And her vital signs are still deteriorating?”

“Yes, as is Doctor Brian. They are physiologically linked. We predict they will expire within five more days, if their decline remains constant.”

“And your recommendation-”

“Yes, I recommend that they be paired up. This would mean of course that they would mate and breed. It would allow us the opportunity to study more entities like SCP 7557. And, if the good behavior SCP 7557 claimed to have for the other reality is still the same for us, to have her allowed to be given the same privileges and rewards.”

I shook my head. “I will not allow either SCP 7557 or former Doctor Brian to be allowed to access foundation materials or clearances. They will be allowed the maximum rewards and privileges as any non-threat SCP’s but nothing beyond that.”

“Sir, for our specific site parameters; that’s barely better than the situation they are in now.”

I exhaled and rubbed my pounding temples. “Fine! What specific privileges and rewards do you want them to have? 05-2 has been riding my ass about this. Said that if we lose her, I lose my job.”

“Mating privileges?”

“I have no choice about that. 05-2 wants more specimens of SCP 7557”

“Parenting privileges.”

“Absolutely not!”

“Sir, Suna’s phycological profile suggests she will go through the same deteriorating condition, and as far as we know, so will her children if separated.”

“Ugh! FINE! But their upbringing is to be regimented to be conditioned to view the foundation favorably.“

“That won’t be a problem as long as Suna and her children are kept happy….with the other privileges I would like to suggest.”

“By all means Doctor Miller, keep going.”

“For their containment cell to be unlocked and unguarded.”

“Denied. Until and unless we can confirm that she will not infect other personnel. Use twenty D-class for a testing period of one month.”

“Okay, and if she passes that, I have several others.”

“I’m listening.”

“Free roam of the site in non restricted areas with non-removable tracking devices?”

“Ugh, fine! Anything else?”

“Flight exercise for SCP 7557?”

“Fine, make sure an MTF keeps an eye on her outings, enforce a quarter mile perimeter that she is never to cross.” I thought for a moment longer. “I will see about contacting other sites to allow her to rotate scenery. There isn’t much here at our site.”

“There might be a few more as we learn more about SCP 7557, but this will do for a while yet.”

“Good! See to it then, Doctor Miller. Don’t forget, their containment cell is to remain locked, guarded and filtered until we can be sure she won’t infect others.”

Doctor Miller nodded. “Thank you, Director. I will see to it.”

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(pov break)

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I lay awake in a fetal position on my side for days, feeling sick, feeling as though I was going to die….wanting nothing more than to die.

They kept trying to administer amnestic to me, to make me forget….but they never worked. They tried to interview me, but I was so sick I could barely sit up, let alone talk without puking.

After a long time I saw the door open and close and my heart raced to see Suna! She was on a stretcher two D-class carried in while wearing hazmat suits and set her next to me.

“Brian!” Suna moaned. “Oh! I was so heartbroken! They took me away from you!”

“Suna.” I breathed, and closed my eyes and reached with my hand towards her which she took. “I was dying without you. I’m sure of it!” I opened my eyes. “What did you do to me?”

Suna’s face turned into a pout. “I don’t know! I really don’t!” She repeated when I groaned. “This never happened before to any of my kind! I thought you did this to me.” She exhaled and trembled a little from a choked sob. “But I didn’t care! I just needed you by my side again!”

I felt the ever-present nausea and pain slowly leave my body, and I was able to scoot closer to her. Suna struggled to move, but eventually gave up. I kept scooting closer and at last pulled her next to me and held her in my arms.

“I love you, Brian.” Suna whispered as a comforting warmth spread from the contact our bodies shared.

“And I you, Suna.” I breathed, smelling her wondrous aroma and closed my eyes and felt a blissful sleep overtake me.