So this was posted originally over a year ago, but I'm finally motivated to work on this again so all the stuff I said I'd write for people (and never got around to it) will be done within the next couple of days. This is for SCPlover1234679.
[Read the first part a few chapters up]
You kicked and squirmed at the -A instance as it dragged you away to a hidden alley. Grabbing you by the handcuffs, it would shove you against the wall. You looked around your surroundings and screamed upon seeing a large pole in front of you. The -A instance literally ripped its fucking clothing off in one motion and stood in nothing but a thong now.
"Nya~ Agent l/n chan~" It bent its elbows and put its hands behind its head with a wink, walking over to the pole. It would then proceed to pole dance, and to be honest, you were enjoying the show. The way its graceful body swung...the sound of flesh (or whatever it had) against metal...it was honestly.....turning you on....
But then the pole fell and then you burst into laughter. the -A instance just stood there, on the floor now, and started sobbing. "MY LIFE FUCKING SUCKS!!!! AHH!!!!" It wailed like a little man-baby.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry," You said between suppressed giggles. "I don't mean to laugh at you. It was a good show-"
"CITIZENS OF AMERICA!" A voice then screamed....it was... OBAMA?! "I, BARACK OBAMA, HAVE COME TO SAVE THE DAY." A large Obama appeared over the buildings, almost like one of those things from that one quirky titan anime. "I HAVE BANNED BEING HETEROSEXUAL, SO BEGONE, BREEDERS!1!1!1!!" Obama yiffed as lasers shot from his eyes, shooting the -A instance. A pile of dust lay where it once stood.
Obama then shrunk down in size and uncuffed you, transforming into his real form... a HOT FURRY ANIME CHICK! Your panties instantly got wet and so you embrace Obama, finally happy with your miserable life...
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SCPs x Reader
FanficVarious SCPs x the reader. Not clickbait. Just kidding. It's clickbait. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS CRUDE, GROTESQUE, DARK, AND PARTIALLY OFFENSIVE HUMOR. The point of this story is to NOT offend anybody, but just to write chaotic and messed-up par...
