Report #1 on SCP-5067

December 16th, 2023

SCP-5067

Classification: safe

>!Southern Florida Biological Containment Facility!<

Pathogens Division

BEGIN REPORT

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Special containment procedures: Item SCP-5067 is to be kept in an air-tight chamber composed entirely of copper, a metal which is known for its natural anti-bacterial surface. In addition, the entrance to the containment chamber must be fitted with an airlock, with anti-bacterial cleaning procedures and other means of decontamination such as incineration. When interaction with the item is required, only male individuals should enter, and no more than 1 individual should enter the chamber at any given time.

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Appearance: SCP-5067 appears as an ice-like substance roughly in the shape of a cube, with a portion of the cube carved out from one of the corners. The block has a very slight blue glow, which is only perceivable in absolute darkness. Observers should note that the object does not change in weight or size (24 kg, 266cm^3 ). Although the object appears ice-like, experiments involving heating the chamber far beyond the melting point were conducted and no change in the object was detected. Due to the containment chamber being made of copper, no experiments have been conducted at temperatures above copper’s melting point of 1984 ^o F.

The Gloryhole Mimic [Horror] [MF(?)]

My favorite time to drive is late at night. There are less people on the road, the sun isn’t out to blind me while I drive, you can mostly sit back with cruise control and relax with some music. Of course when you drive all across the country like I do, sometimes you have to stop to rest and use the bathroom, get some snacks, etc.

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One such late-night drive led me to “Hollow’s Hole Rest-stop.”

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I stepped out of the car for the first time in hours and stretched. It’s funny how driving can make you sore. I checked to make sure my keys were definitely in my hand and not in my car like last week, and somewhat dragged myself into the rest-stop building. The bright lights brought the pain to my eyes I sought to avoid during the day, but I was thankful to be still alone – just like on the road – and to have access to water and a snack machine.

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My Cumslut Panties (Part 1) (rewrite) [fm] [fM] [cum/cum-stains]

I remember how it all began. The incest, the sluttiness, the stains.

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It was my first time, but not his. He was skilled and experienced and older, and he knew he was gonna get to fuck me from our first date. Anyways, its relatively unimportant who he was really, as he was only the first one who would start me down a path. And he would do it with just one load. Of course he fucked me without a condom, maybe I wanted it even back then, maybe I was just too excited. He was inside me before I even thought of it.

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With my panties pulled to the side and his hands at my tits, he used me for pleasure and then pulled out, dumping his load on my pair of black panties. He took them off me and threw them across the room before going down on me just to finish me off, probably just so he could get to fuck me again.

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Unconfirmed Reports [MF] [blowjob, deepthroating] [anal]

*The United States, in the late 2000’s*

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The road was long and weary, two lanes stretching out to the horizon amongst the desert plains and rocky mountains. I was always glad to be on the road, seeing the sunsets and sunrises behind the wheel, rather than be cooped up in Headquarters.

“The FBI certainly doesn’t take reports like this lightly.” I joked outloud, looking over to my folder. If they really gave a shit about some unconfirmed reports of an illegal sex cult, they would’ve sent more than me.

My life is expendable and mediocre – and trust me, my boss knows. Doesn’t think I’m worth being on homicide, or sting ops, or drug busts. Hell, I could go missing, and would anyone even notice?

But still, I was grateful for the road anyway. At the end of the journey, hours away, a small American town as old as gold rush days. For now just blue clouds lining the distance, and an empty road.

Eventually I came upon a gas station. I pulled in to the old station,the pumps were old fashion but mixed with new ones – a brandless gas station out in the middle of nowhere, the closest civilization is the nearby town – the target of my investigation. A single car is outback.

MILF Isolation [F] [Fmm] [short]

The days seemed to only go by faster and faster with time. Only a TV to fill a house with noise, the kids long moved out, the husband left for another. It was only her; her house, her body, and her cravings for others.

She lived outside the city, in a small rich neighborhood; she hardly ever left. She became bored, filled with longing for the most primal desires. She started to regress, her morals and sense of decency replaced with an ever-expanding desire.

It started with the walks. She would walk up and down the street, but she hardly ever saw her neighbors outside. She knew there were plenty of men in her hunting ground, but they were never out like she was. She would watch outside if she wasn’t there, even set up a video camera, trying to determine when to walk to meet them by chance and seduce them. She needed it, for no matter what toys she ordered online, she could not seem to satisfy herself, though she did try.

Raised For Perfection [MFf] [ped]

That year in 1999, the cold had snapped into season. A log cabin outside the city was glowing with the light of its fireplace, and outside, a car waited with a ticket to stardom. A figure approached the house, dressed head to toe in cloth, her identity unclear in the pale blue moon light. She carried a baby with her in her arms.

She finally arrived at the doorstep. She glanced around her through the thick falling snow, glanced from the child – who looked to be about to wakeup – to her car, its engine running idle. She took a deep breath, and saw a future for her, and a future for her child; but the two futures would not meet.

She left the child on the doorstep, and sprinted away to her car. She was down the road before the child had begun to cry, and when the cabin door opened, it was like no one had ever been there. The environment was peaceful, except for the crying orphan.

The married couple who answered the door were sweaty, barely dressed, and out of breath. They were a strange couple; rather devious looking, and when they looked down at their gift, they smiled devilishly.

Wife gets sick with an unusual virus [MF] [MFF] [gag-spit] [uncontrollable horniness] [impreg]

Is she really doing this? She hasn’t done this to me since we moved in together in college.

Her head of blonde hair bobbed up and down, thick sounds of slippery saliva already covering my cock. She hasn’t done this in years, and in fact we had a fight last night after she went out with friends instead of watching our son Jake and our daughter Emily.

So why now? Is it an apology? I want to know why but, that can wait until after she’s finished me. Her back and her ass reflect pale morning light, quickly moving up and down, back and forth, she was deep-throating – something she had only done once, and hated it. She was fucking her own mouth with my cock.

It was like we had just gotten together again. Better than that, as I was quickly moaning. I grabbed her head and bucked into her throat, I could feel her gagging but she didn’t even resist; she kept her lips sunk to the bottom of the shaft, copious spit leaking from where they met. I bucked as hard as I could into her hot throat – I came hard in spurts that she swallowed without hesitation, I felt her sucking and milking it from me, a level of obedience and eagerness she had never shown to me.

The School For Filthy Girls (Part 1) [ff] [gag-spit] [domination]

Mom sent me here. Said I needed to be in a place where people were like me, but a boarding school? Hmm.

My name is Amber. I’m only 16, and I think I’m fairly normal looking. I think I’m a fairly normal person, but it is so hard to know that for sure isn’t it? Look, point is, I don’t see why I need to be in a special school now.

Geometry, first thing in the morning. Room 253. Here we go I guess…

“Ah, are you Mrs. Graves?” The teacher asked, in his masculine voice. It seemed so out of place in an all girls school.

“Yes.” I replied. Assigned seating I presume.

“Take a seat in that empty chair in the back there, between Emma and Taylor.” The Man said. He seemed rather nice really.

I took my place at the three person table between Emily and Taylor, who gave me a wave. So far nothing terrible has happened yet.

“Alright, let’s get started!” The teacher began. “I want you to think about a line in space…”

My Daughters Affliction [Ff] [incest]

“Honey?” I said, opening the door to her room.

There I found her facing away from me, one leg up under the sheets, her bed shaking as she furiously masturbated. I found her like this every morning – unable to contain herself.

“Honey, finish up please. We have to start your schooling for today.” I said.

“Mmmmm…” she moaned in acknowledgement.

I left her to finish. She had to be home-schooled of course, as she would suddenly get the urge and be unable to resist in public. She was only 16, so we still have a while until to figure out how she will cope with living like this. My idea is to get Emily a good boyfriend – someone to be sexually comfortable with her and help satisfy her and allow her to handle life.

Her face was almost always blushing – her horniness was constant with sudden spikes that led her unable to hold back. It seemed sometimes random sometimes predictable.
As a single-parent I’ve been the sole provider of all her education and treatment. I’ve taken her to developmental psychologists, doctors, anyone who will try to help, but none of them are able.

The Proper Way to Hold Your Woman [MFF] [Open relationship] [freeuse-ish] [gag spit]

There I sat a happy man; post-threesome, netflix, and chill. I’d always wanted a threesome, and was lucky to be with a girl who wanted another set of tits in the room.

On my lap, my long-term girlfriend Amanda sat in her short shorts and nothing else, and in sweatpants to our right her friend Maxine cuddled into us. Each was topless, hair messed up, and still riding the waves of sweet orgasm.

I hugged my girlfriend tight; I love her so much.

“Pfft.” Maxine scoffed. “Let me show the proper way to hold your woman.” She said.

She motioned my left hand into Amanda panties; making her breath quicken. I held her still wet pussy there for a while, which she eventually grew accustomed too, but being the ever-horny boyfriend I was, I wasn’t quite done yet.

I started playing with her tits; still watching the show, as we all tried, but grabbing and squeezing all the same.

I reached my right arm around Maxine and started playing with her tits instead of Amanda’s, and found it to be even more enjoyable to ambiently play with two women than just one; even outside of threesome sex, two is better than one.