SCP-Defiled

(Lemon Flavored Fluff Part 2) Polymorphic Huminoid

[A loud rush of air is followed with mechanical sounds of cell doors parting. As the loud sounds persist only the soft clack of boots can be heard within. And soon, a beam of light illuminates SCP-953's containment. SCP-953, the polymorphic humanoid, kneels before a mirror, brush in hand gently slipping through her silk black hair. In her mirror, the reflection of SCP-6194, Degenerate Breeder, is spotted entering her containment.]

SCP-953: "There you are."

SCP-6194: "Well, you've been on good behavior I assume. What's the occasion?"

953: "Must there be an occasion to see one of my romantic partners again?"

6194: "Considering all your others are dead? Yes."

953: She gives a soft chuckle before turning her head and shoulders to catch a better view of him.

6194: He proceeds to kneel beside her small table. A large bottle of saké and two cups before him.

953: "You know, you truly are a first. Killing men usually takes nothing for me. Yet something just... refuses you to die." She then playfully crawls to the opposing side of the small table. Kneeling, and pouring herself a cup.

6194: "Suppose so. Honestly, couldn't tell ya more than the name of that thing. Doubt you're interested."

953: "Not especially. I tolerate you for your sex. Truly, that's about it."

6194: "Ah, and here I thought you requested me for my charming personality."

953: "I also requested you be gagged. But-" she sighs "beggars can't be choosers. And I'll take my pleasures in confinement when I can, I suppose."

6194: "You seem to be... mellowing out in containment pretty well. That uh... you feel alright after that... 'furry' incident? I overheard about it from one of the guards."

953: Her head lowers a little. A somewhat weaker grip on her cup. "It was... a bit of a shock. Being a great feared and equally hailed god to... little more than a fetish costume. Guess I've... lost a bit of sight on what I exist for. If my existence was not to rule... then what?" Her eyes slip shut as she takes a quiet sip from her warming cup.

6194: "I... can see how that's some pretty... complicated emotions. You thought about talking to uh... a therapist?" His head turning to the bottle and empty cup with some consideration.

953: "I'm not going to tell my problems to some doctor with no idea of the grandeur of my being. Only I may burden the knowledge of both my power and my pain."

6194: "There's that godlike mellow-drama I remember." He gives a playful wink as he begins pouring his own drink. "You know, for someone who wanted me gagged, you're pretty chatty."

953: "Well it's... been quite a while since I've talked to someone. Doctors feel there's little to gain from interviewing me with too much risk... and they denied my request for human... well let's be honest, sacrifices. So I'm bored. Painfully."

6194: "How touching. The woman who got me locked up begs for my company."

953: "Continue with that smug attitude and I'll feed you your own testicles. I can't kill you... but I'll make you suffer."

6194: "Aw, I thought we were finally almost friends."

953: "I'd sooner become a common whore for those 'furries' than refer to you as such."

6194: He remains silent for a moment. His saké held in his hands with eyes falling to the still liquid.

953: Another sigh passes her lips before she stands. Her tails sway behind her as her body moves elegantly and swift as the mist. Taking a seat beside him and pulling her cup closer. "For someone who's only capability is having great sex you also seem... incredibly lonely."