Crosstesting permitted [SCP-049xSCP-XXX]

Liars

Fanart by Navy-Devil

"This is not very professional."
"I want to leave and get my break as quickly as possible. Besides, this bird is light as fuck. Did you guys weight it? It's surely not more than 30 pounds."
The research leader Troy sighed,"Yes, we are aware of that. If you persist on carrying an SCP on your shoulder like that through half of the foundation, then-"

Agent R huffed, "He's unconscious. Safe. Got his mind fucked out a few minutes ago. Can we please just leave now? 049's stare is giving me the chills and the other guys are taking way too long." Troy sighed again. The man knew that this wasn't after protocol, but R had a point after all. A few points actually, as he did as well, feel a shiver down his spine the way SCP-049 was staring at the one way mirror. There was no way he could see through it, but it definitely felt like it. Those piercing cold eyes... It had let them retrieve the avian without resistance, but there was a tension in the air...

"Let's go then."

They had swiped the SCP mostly clean, as well as returning his pants back on- which had been a really nervous task. It felt like 049 was some kind of predator animal and retrieving the item from the ground could make him lash out at any time. Thankfully, he didn't- and agent R was able to dress the bird up at least. Still, carrying an obviously anomaly over your shoulder like that drew many stares upon the duo. Sure, he was chained and all again, but that really was only a formality...

Speaking of duo... Yes. Dr. Lwyen had excused herself earlier and fleed the room. She couldn't take her friends begging and crying while being forced to this... Cruel experiment. The woman had been locked up in her room, so she couldn't try anything stupid.
So it was only Agent R and Troy, and the slack body of the harpy, dangling over the broad mans shoulder. The black red wings were dragging behind them on the floor, chackles rustling with every step...

The white fluffy ears where the first thing that moved, before Torvic regained his
consciousness. They twitched to the soft sounds of a machine that had been build up beside him.

Beep.
Beep.
Beep.

Heavy lids fluttered open and it took a bit for the SCP's vision to focus.
The high ceiling of his cell... That was what he saw and with his red blue eyes wandering across the room he could confirm that he had been brought back. There was the ring dangling from the ceiling, the one he liked to sit in. Then there were some of the books he had been given... The small wooden box with different kinds of tea... He closed his sore eyes again, still not moving his aching body an inch.
The beeping of the machine, however, let him open them again, taking an exhausting look at the intruder of the silence.
It was a typical medical machine that read his vitals, and just now he noticed the nubs that had been stuck to his chest. Well. That was rather unnecessary, he thought bitterly. He was only raped and not crashed in an accident or something. Hot tears filled his vision and he shut them tight to block out the sights. The avian wished he could close his ears as easily as them. He swear he could still hear the moaning, panting and grunting when the other had used his-
Trembling he pressed his legs together, it still burned, tingled and- Oh, no, no...! 

Ignoring the pain of his body he sat up and stared down between his legs. The black pants were back on, but they were soaked... The seed of 049 was slowly dripping out of him...
The avian knew that he had to lay eggs every month, and that the chance to have a living egg was pretty rare, but it was the slimy fluid inside him that made him sick.
In panic, the bird checked his surroundings again and spotted a plastic cup of water, next to his bed. SCP-XXX ripped the nubs off his body and scootched quickly to the edge of the bed, carefully removing his pants and spreading his legs. Torvic knew he was being recorded but he had to get this out of him. With the thumb of his wing, he trembling inserted it slowly in his burning entrance. Pain. His body cramped up, but he forced himself to relax as he tried to scoop out the disgusting white fluid of his cloaca.