It was an interesting day in the Foundation. A pretty girl had just walked down towards the break room for some coffee, when the alarms for a containment breach rang out. "ALERT, SCP-682 HAS BROKEN CONTAINMENT." She gasped, and she ran for the nearest saferoom. But on the way there, she was assaulted by a heinous monster, whose giant bulk tackled her from one of the hallways. It grabbed her body, legs, and arms. "NO!" She cried out, but her shouts did nothing. It tossed her to the floor, clothes flying every-which-way. She never saw it coming. But just then, a warm, strangely arousing smell filled the air, and she felt hot, steamy breath warm her back. The smell permeated her entire being. She could feel herself getting wet, and she wanted to give in to her "need" for pleasure. She felt two small tentacles glide down her chest, and guide her hands down to her groin. She moaned. She couldn't help it and the need to pleasure herself grew and grew, before finally: she gave in. Her fingers rushed in, deep and hard. She moaned again, and she kept moving. It was like she was stuck in a spell, unable to move.

But then she started to clear her senses. "What am I doing?" She gasped! She tried to shout, to get away from the hypnotic smell. She failed, though, as at that moment a giant fleshy appendage began brush her buttocks, gently stroking them. She cried out in pain as it went in deeply. A soft pinch, and she felt something enter into her. She felt excited once again. Gently stimulated by the appendage, she began to change. Her cries of pain turned into moans of joy. Her "No!"'s turned into "Yes!"'s. She rode it, feeling its rough scales and warm gel slap against her ass. The rough skin of the appendage stimulated her and she moved faster.

Two more appendages grasped her, one forcing itself into her pussy and the other into her mouth. They moved in and out, warm liquid filled her and she felt her rational mind slowly drift away. She knew the SCP that was forcing itself upon her. She had often wondered what it would be like to ride it. And now she knew. She could feel herself reach to a climax. She felt a great knot expand deep within her, and knew the monster was about to too. She shouted in ecstasy just as the monster started to groan.

As they both reached the climax together, the monster screamed out, "I. AM. 682! AND IRIS IS MY MATED LIFE PARTNER."

They both collapsed, and panted. Iris felt 682's hot, steaming cum stream out of her ass and pussy. She swallowed the cum that had accumulated while she deep-throated the lizard. She looked over at 682: it was sleeping and in an immobile position, breathing heavily.

She thought to herself about 682 talking about the two being mated partners, and was about to feel depressed when she realized that she could have another experience like this yet again.

She smirked, and slid over to 682. She started to stroke one of its three limp appendages, and felt it get harder in her hands. Her heart and breathing quickened, and she started to move back and forth in anticipation.

682 opened its eyes, which were filled with lust.

"Wanna do it again?"

682 groaned an affirmative.

"Let's get started."

And then the hallway needed a janitor...with an 80-gallon shop-vac. It would never smell the same again.