SCP Equestria Presents: Monkey Business
The following is a recording of events documented to have occurred at Scp Foundation Site 420-69 (Codenamed, “Monkey House") on month/day/year consisting of the security feeds of several camera installations and is meant to be utilized solely for educational purposes for all newly onboarded Security Officers, Containment Specialists, and Researchers.
This recording and the accompanying transcript require a minimum of Level Three Clearance to access and should only be viewed by those accompanied by a senior agent capable of properly contextualizing the aforementioned information. Any recreational or otherwise illicit use of this material is to be punished as deemed appropriate by the on-site Security Director, up to and including immediate termination.
A Foundation policy-compliant transcript of the documented events reads as follows.
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Senior Containment Specialist Maud Pie slowly sauntered her way through the long, plain hallways of the facility, tailed by the latest recruit to her team. Her soft purple mane swayed slightly with her canter as she maintained her trademark laser focus and indifferent demeanor She stopped at each doorway to check for any obvious procedural violations or undocumented damage to the entryways themselves.
Some might have considered this to be above her paygrade, but Maud had always been of the opinion that if you wish to ensure that someone is taught how to do something correctly the first time, you teach them yourself.
“And can you please explain to Trixie why exactly such meticulous attention to detail is required for a Safe-Class Containment Protocol?” The snide, haughty mare said as she stuck her little snout into the air in a pompous fashion.
Maud did not seem to react initially. She simply stood up straight and slowly turned to face the other mare. Her expression never shifted even a single centimeter as she plainly began her standard answer to such inquiries.
“As members of the Site 420-69 Containment Specialist Team, it is our number one priority to make sure that incidents are prevented beforehand rather than simply responding when they occur. To this end it is in the best interest of everyone in this installation, yourself included to make sure that all security procedures detailed in the containment protocol documentation of SCP-1337-J are followed as precisely and stringently as possible. This Anomaly has only been classified thus far as ‘Safe’ because no direct evidence of lethal capability or intent has been found during testing. It is not because we have definitive proof that the anomaly is harmless. Therefore until such proof comes to light, we must retain an exceptional level of diligence with the resources allotted to us by the higher-ups.”
Rookie Containment Specialist Trixie Lulamoon gave a small sigh, her eyes seeming to glaze over at the delivery of the monotone lecture by her superior. “Mhm...uh-huh…” She said softly, simply nodding along as she walked behind, clearly not paying attention.
Maud simply continued to deliver her trademark deadpan stare. “If you are unsatisfied with your position as a member of my team, I am sure that the Site Director would be more than willing to authorize a transfer. I hear that we have been woefully short on D-Class personnel lately at Site REDACTED. I am sure SCP-682 would be thankful for the company.”
The rookie gave a small squeal at this calmly delivered but stinging rebuke of her attitude and quickly shook her head. “N-nonono! Trixie is...I mean, I am fine working under you, Dr. Pie, Honest!” she said, obvious panic creeping into her voice as she squared up and stood up straight, doing her best to look like the perfect platonic ideal of diligence and awareness.
Maud slowly nodded at this before turning to face down the hallway again, continuing her steady pace towards the large double doors at the end of it where the anomaly was contained. “Very good. I must warn you, Although SCP-1337-J is considered to be nonhostile, occupying it for an extended period to perform inspections on the cell requires...unorthodox methods that some recruits find distasteful, or even highly unethical. That being said, all requests for it to be categorized as Euclid have been denied solely because these unconventional methods are incredibly effective when carried out by specific personelle. I must ask you to brace yourself and be prepared to keep an open mind in regards to what you are about to see here. Am I making myself clear, Trainee?”
Trixie seemed...confused at best, terribly lost at worst as she soaked in what she was being told before scoffing and rolling her eyes. “The Foundation? Using unethical, unusual methods to contain an anomaly? Nooo, Trixie never believed she would see the day that a moral bastion like the Foundation would do such a thing. Open the doors.”
As her tone goes from mocking back to serious, Maud gave her a measured, long look before shrugging and nodding. “Suit yourself,” she said as she made use of the card, hoofprint and optical scanners on the outside of the doors.
As the doors slid open, they were immediately assailed by the scent of potent, virile males and the sound of loud moaning and flesh on flesh. Trixie was needless to say, caught entirely off guard, her eyes widening and her jaw-dropping at the incredibly surreal events transpiring before her.
The inside of the containment unit was fairly nondescript. It was peppered with trees, some grass, and a cave to simulate the supposed natural habitat of the anomalous creatures within. There were four of them. Tall, broad-shouldered muscular creatures with crops of long hair in several different colors, possessing several different skin tones.
And every single one of them was currently defiling the ever-loving shit out of the mare in the midst of them!
Though it was not just any mare, though that would have been bad enough. It seemed to be none other than Celestia herself! The head of the SCP-E O-3 council was getting her every hole violated by these handsome, brutish creatures.
The look on her face was one of rapture, her eyes rolled back and ears twitching with every retch and gag around the throat, bulging slab of fuckmeat invading her gullet as she bobbed her head against the pistoning hips of the one in front of her.
She was slamming her ample flanks back onto the one behind and allowing it to drive deep and hard into her tight, hot behind. Her plump, inviting rump rippled and clapped muffledly as she was railed wide open, her prostate utterly flattened and crushed by the massive shaft buried in her ponut as the creature’s heavy, turgid balls slapped against her own swollen pair.
Her cock was unsheathed and half-hard and slapped softly against her soft stomach on occasion, weeping pre and occasionally letting out a generous spurt of seed onto the ground in her excitement. Her wings were both extended, eagerly working to stroke two more of them at either side. Beside her was a small, shy-looking purple unicorn with a stripe through her mane and tail. Though anypony would probably seem a bit shy when being subjected to such a lewd, unbelievable display of debauchery.
“WHAT THE BU-MPHH!” Trixie was prevented from finishing her exclamation of disbelief by her senior officer, who jammed a hoof firmly against her mouth to stop her.
“Unless you would like some of them to take an interest in you, I would suggest you allow the Councilmare to do her work. The Anomalies have low-level chaos magic and have a penchant for...practical jokes. This is the only way we have been able to figure out to keep them occupied while we check the enclosure for damage.” Maud said more quietly than before, slowly lowering her hoof and gesturing with a nod of her head for Trixie to follow behind her.
“Alright, but why is the Head Councilmare in here getting her flanks railed six ways to Sunday by a bunch of anomalous ape-things?” Trixie asked in a harsh, slightly panicked whisper, occasionally glancing back at the scene she had walked in on initially. One of the creatures, the one balls deep in Celestia’s rump, made brief eye contact with her and winked, eliciting a soft squeak from Trixie who quickly looked away and picked up her pace to stay closer to Maud.
“Celestia and Luna are the only ponies who can satisfy them for any meaningful period of time. The creatures have absurd stamina, they have probably already been going for at least fifteen minutes. It probably also helps that the creatures have become particularly fond of Celestia’s flanks.”
As Maud mentioned this, a loud smack could be heard, accompanied by a long, muffled gargling moan from Celestia as one of the creatures vocalized in a strange language. “⍑ᔑ⍑ᔑ⍑ ⎓ᔑℸ ̣ ⍑𝙹∷ᓭᒷ|| ʖ𝙹𝙹ℸ ̣ || ⊣𝙹 ʖ∷∷”
The two of them proceeded to start checking the enclosure for any structural faults or signs of chaos magic buildup as Celestia pulled the massive cock out of her throat with a loud, lewd “Glllllk”, the shaft giving a wet pop as it left her mouth and she began to stroke it with a hoof, directing her attention to the unicorn mare watching her with her own smaller member unsheathed and shamefully erect at the display.
“You see, Twilight? They aren’t that scary if you understand how to approach them. Once your Internship is over and you take your position on the council, you will be expected to assist Luna and I in making sure that these creatures are sexually sated once a week while the Containment Specialists check the enclosure for damage or containment procedure violations. “She said without ever taking her hazed-over eyes off of that thick, juicy shaft that put even her own mighty Alicorn shaft to shame, giving the tip a small kiss before slowly swirling her tongue around it.
Twilight, The Councilmares personal Unpaid Intern, swallowed softly and gave a distressed, unsure glance towards the display that was her mentor being viciously and repeatedly violated by these strange, otherworldly creatures. “C-Councilmare Celestia? While I am very impressed and awed by your commitment to personally ensuring the safe containment of these...things, are you absolutely sure that all of this is...strictly necessary?
Celestia froze in place as she was asked this, taking the cock back out of her mouth and giving her protege a hard, firm look. “Twilight, while these creatures are relatively harmless in isolation like this, should they manage to escape and...reproduce in the wild, it would spell the beginning of an irreversible SK Class Scenario. I would not be here sucking and bucking these creatures every week if it was not absolutely necessary.”
(At this time the party responsible for documentation would like to make a note that they believe the Councilmare would, in fact, visit Site 420-69 for her weekly dose of fat monkey dick even if doing so was actually detrimental to containment procedures.)
At this point the Councilmare proceeded to turn the creature towards her Intern and slap it on the ass with a hoof, pushing it towards her with a small, motherly smile. “Now, how about you go ahead and give him some love hm? I’ve got him nice and warmed up for you, so you should be able to handle him without too much trouble.” She said with a kind, encouraging tone to her voice.
The Intern swallowed heavily, eyes widening as the creature walked towards her. It inspected her with its curious, small front-facing eyes and smiled softly, displaying its strange pointed canines as it reached won and slowly started to pet her mane, cooing softly. “A∴ᒷᒷᒷ, ᔑ∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍ s⚍リʖ⚍ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ 'ᓭ ↸ᔑ⚍⊣⍑ℸ ̣ ᒷ∷ 𝙹∷ ᓭ𝙹ᒲᒷℸ ̣ ⍑╎リ⊣? h𝙹∴ ᓵ⚍ℸ ̣ ᒷ! i'ᒲ ⊣𝙹╎リ⊣ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ⎓⚍ᓵꖌ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᒷ⍊ᒷ∷ꖎ𝙹⍊╎リ⊣ ᓭ⍑╎ℸ ̣ 𝙹⚍ℸ ̣ 𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ⎓ᔑℸ ̣ !¡⚍∷!¡ꖎᒷ ᔑᓭᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑𝙹.”
“Oh! I think he has already taken a liking to you!” The Councilmare said with a slowly widening smile, guiding one of the creatures at her wings towards her front to resume indulging her obscene oral fixation. She quickly deep throated the entire shaft with a loud, wet gagging sound, eyes eagerly rolling into the back of her skull with the bliss of the insertion as she resumed her debauched weekly ritual in full.
“Oh?” Y-you really think so-EEP!” Twilight squeals in surprise as her small body was picked up by the tall, powerful entity. She had only a few moments to look into its eyes before her mouth was pressed against its own and the thing forced its tongue into her maw. In a matter of moments, her squirming ceased and her forelegs slowly wrapped around its neck, her back legs squeezing around its waist tightly as she leaned into the kiss, eyes slowly closing.
For a few brief moments, there was nothing to her perception but this deep kiss, and the powerful chest she found herself pressed against until she felt something hot and slick prod her pucker. Her eyes snapped open as she felt herself being grabbed by her hips and slowly pulled down onto the creature’s massive dick until it was buried to the root inside of her, bulging her belly noticeably as her heavy, soft plush flanks rested against its lap.
And then the bouncing began. The anomaly seemed more than pleased to have a partner small enough to manipulate this way, as it immediately began to slam her up and down its cock like a masturbatory aid. Her eyes crossed and she could only go limp and submit to them as she was suddenly and viciously stimulated far harder and longer than any mare was rightfully meant to be.
How Celestia managed to keep any degree of composure while being cored out by something so hot and heavy and thick was far beyond her ability to understand normally, let alone while it was happening to her! She heard enraptured screams and moans of pleasure ringing in her ears, and it took her several long minutes to realize that they were issuing from her own mouth.
She felt herself be twisted around on its cock so her back was to its chest and felt her hind legs lift as the anomaly slid its arms under her them, sliding them up to lock its hands behind her neck to trap her in...oh dear lord it was a full nelson!
It was all she could do not to simply break at the feeling of being bent in half and slammed up and down the things massive shaft, subjected not only to the ego-shattering pleasure of being forced to submit completely and utterly to this treatment, but having to watch her mentor endure the same from not one, but three of these brutal, sensual beasts.
Celestia on the other hand was having a wonderful time. Watching her protege be so roughly defiled and used by one of the anomalies while she herself was enraptured by their attentions was invigorating. It drove her to slam her hips back harder, to squeeze her sloppy throat tighter and do everything she could to set an example of expertise and dedication in this task to the poor purple mare having their ass utterly demolished and conquered before her.
Twilight soon gave a particularly loud scream, and her cock erupted in ropes of thick, potent equine seed that splattered all over the floor of the enclosure. Her cock softened to half-mast and continued to leak and weep as the stud who was conquering her continued to thrust without a shred of mercy, as if nothing had happened.
Eventually, The inspection came to an end and the two Containment Specialists exited the unit to give the Councilmare a bit of privacy to wrap up her part in the procedure. And it was about time too! She could feel them kick and throb and well deep inside of her as they all prepared to finally give her what she had been working so hard for.
She could see the one working her protege over was getting close as well. Its thrusts were becoming more erratic and forceful, its balls drawing tight to the base of its shaft. Celestia closed her eyes and simply relaxed, allowing the creatures to do their business as she eagerly anticipated…yes! She felt it, thick, hot ample seed pouring, shooting from the powerful pricks lodged within her holes. Rope after thick, potent, gooey, sticky rope of musky, virile seed pumped into her in such quantities that her inability to be impregnated by it was almost viscerally disappointing.
Her eyes rolled back as the strange and curious beings filled her stomach and her rump, the third being stroked by her wing coating her face and back and ample flanks with its ejaculate humiliatingly, as if marking her with its potent scent, claiming her as its property as she was filled and covered inside and out.
Twilight had also finally received her own prize from the one using her. Her stomach slowly, visibly swelled with the massive load being pumped inside of her. The massive cock lodged inside of her left no room for the potent, ample liquid to escape as it settled deep into corners of her body nothing was ever meant to be injected into. She went utterly limp, tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted hotly “S-so much...so full…” she said softly, weakly as she resigned herself to the stuffing she had been subjected to, a deeply satisfying look settling on her face as she hazily locked eyes with her teacher, who continued to suckle on the shaft in her maw.
As the post-coital afterglow began to settle on all of the parties involved, the double doors to the containment unit slid open again, and Councilmare Luna strode through, excited and painfully erect. Her expression changed from one of anticipation to shock and disappointment as she took in the sight before her with wide eyes, ears flat atop her head.
“The one time We are late, thou has gone and finished without us! Forsooth, to be abandoned so by Our Sister and her whelp! And We suppose you will expect Us to take care of this ourselves, as well.” She said as she gestured a hoof towards her crotch, an annoyed expression now plastered on her face.
-recording end-
Author's Note
Another commish and another satisfied customer! Thank you again to Heroes_R_Canon for commissioning this short story ^^.
