First, his rocket had been completely destroyed in the impact. He 
cursed this strange planet’s dangerous atmosphere and terrain for 
ruining his beautiful craft. 


Second, he saw the ugliest alien he had ever seen. It was a soft- 
looking, pinkish, disgusting creature. It was accompanied by another 
one, equally disgusting. The robot held back the urge to vomit, even 
though he didn’t have anything to vomit, or a mouth, for that matter. 


But if his rocket was destroyed, he would need a new one. This 
planet surely had rockets, he just had to find them. But it was a little 
hard to find someone to place him in a good rocket when they were 
all dead beneath his foot. And who’s to say they wouldn’t betray 
him? 


No, he needed a different strategy. Sergeant Robo Boticon was not 
a dumb soldier. He graduated top of his class. He would blend in 
with the evil alien scum. Even pretend to be one of them. Then, 
when he had gained their trust by doing evil things, he would acquire 
a rocket, and then destroy them all. 


He glanced at the ugly alien, and analyzed what it was saying. He 


quickly absorbed the new language. 


“Cower in fear, fools. My name is RoboLord the Destructor, and | am 
here to end your miserable lives. | am evil and death incarnate.” 


He tried to clack his claws again, but he was still stuck on the 
ground, flipped over. Soon. Soon. 


He had been in luck, because the aliens brought him to a big 
laboratory, filled with the aliens’ primitive technology. The first thing 
he did was attempt to fight them all. They responded by locking him 
in an incredibly sturdy transparent prison, evidently fearing his 
power. 


It was all working exactly according to plan. 


They called him names in their strange language, dubbing him 
fearsome names such as “Pesterbot” and the terrifying “Patheticon 
the Garglemost.” Yes, they quaked when they saw him pass. They 
couldn’t even bear to look him in the eye before quivering and 
uttering a strange howl from their lips, while pointing at him and 
looking at each other. Fear positively corrupted their minds. The 
robot couldn't have been more pleased. 


Soon, he would conquer them all. 
Soon, he would reclaim his true identity. 
Soon, he would return to his home and young master. 


He need only wait for the right moment to strike. 


The Special Bond Between Child and Mother 


| knew mommy never loved me. 


That is, | am 
droplets, connected, separated 
multiplying 


In a way, | Knew from my first splitting 
never loved 

will never be loved 

mommy 


| buried myself in you and grew from your blood. 
Before my heart beat yours beat for me. 

Your flesh encased me, enclosed me. 

| dreamed 


mud, multiplying 
sea, gathering 
scales, flickering 

air, breathing 

limbs, crawling 
jumping 

running 

hiding 

praying 

prayer 

mommy my mommy | pray for you 
and yet you pray my end 


Outside of my sheath, | can hear it. | hear Mommy, though my 
bulging eyes see nothing and | have nothing to move with. The 
liquid, Mommy's water, warm that warms me. Around me, churning, 
throbbing. Inside me, same throbbing, but different pace. Even now, 
| feel it. Different, our pace of heart. Yours, impossible to 


understand. Mine, seeking your understanding. Do you feel it, the 
life within? Do you name me? Any name, your choice, every choice 
is yours, beloved Creator, Mommy, | will accept and cherish that 
blessing. even if it is to deliver to a world without Kind Men 


Every day, your body feeds me bits of your self. | grow, healthy, in 
the warm water, Mommy's water. You feed me your body, give me 
your body. In a dream, | bit and chewed. Even if your spirit fails, your 
body gives- | will bite and chew it out. Mommy's heart, impossible to 
understand but always close to mine, seeking understanding. The 
water is warm. Your body feeds me, your heart lulls me. Feed me 
your body, all of it if you need, | will grow in Mommy's water, Her 
heart, | will eat that too. Feed me everything, Mommy, | will accept 
and cherish that blessing. If you do not give your body, | will take it, 
bite it out and chew the flesh- | will accept and cherish that blessing. 


Within the warm fluid, | dream and split and multiply further. Mommy 
is my lullaby and She is my food and She is my home and She is 
mine. All of Mommy is mine, this blessing | accept and cherish. 


| grow. Mommy's body gives food, how | know when a day arrives 
and leaves. This day was a special day, mommy filled Her body full. 
Through Her body, there was a sweetness of the food she gave, 
sugar. A stream of sweets in my mouth and body, | will accept and 
cherish that blessing. The sugar replaced with a warmth that 
spreads from Her body to mine. Is it Mommy's love, that doing 
word? 


So full, swollen with bourbon, happiness. The body given to me, 
swollen, sugar and bourbon. | will bite and chew, | will accept and 
cherish- her Heart, impossible to understand. The body given is 
warm in me, the bourbon is warm like the water around me. It feels 
good. More bourbon, swelling even more. There's muffled noise 
above me, words of Mommy. They are the same noise, over and 
over again. The bourbon didn't work Mommy, don't cry, love me Mommy 


| dreamed... 


What are you 


DOING 
stop 


WHY 


please 


stopit 
letmego 


STOP IT PLEASE 


The world is smaller than my dreams. Mommy grips my flesh in her 
hands; it's so red. Is it your flesh or mine? | move to Mommy and 
she lets go to cover her open mouth with her bloody hands. | can still 
hear her scream |he edge of the world is flat and | land on it with a 
sound between squish and thump. Mommy can you not even touch 
me? | had eaten your flesh for so long and you cannot bear for me 
to look at you? Mommy please hold me, please hold me, just like 
that, pick me up again. 


Maybe it was a mistake she did this on purpose 
lll forgive yOU it is unforgivable 
just say you're Sorry she never will 


put me back | can make it possible 


Your face is turned from me as you walk, arms outstretched. | try to 
hold you, my arms so small, your arms so big. Then you let go and 
there was another hole, | splashed into water so cold. The world 
spun and there is splashing and screaming not even the metal wants me 
the new Mommy pulled me inside of Her. This Mommy is not warm, 
the water is thick and cold and brown. There is nothing to feed here; 
this isn't Mommy for me. Mommy will stay with me, | will make it 
happen. Mommy will come through the hole with me, | pull Her and 
the pipes groan from Her body. My hands will hold Her with me. 
Mommy is my lullaby and She is my food and She is my home and 
She is mine. All of Mommy is mine, this blessing | accept and 
cherish. Feed me everything, | will accept your flesh until you're 
bones, | will accept and accept every blessing, every bite. Mommy 
has given me the world and | will show it everything. | will accept 
and cherish that blessing. 


| understand now, Mommy's heart 
| always understood. 


The Spider and the Flower: Natasha Romanoft/Pepper 
Potts/SCP-105/Andrea S. Adams 


CONTENT WARNING: This tale contains explicit descriptions of 
highly sexual content. If you are not of legal age to be exposed to 
such material, | am obligated by law and a general sense of moral 
duty to tell you not to read this. If you are of legal age to be exposed 
to such material, | am obligated by a general sense of moral duty to 
recommend that you find something better to read. 


| have read and agreed to these terms and conditions. 


Pepper’s enormous G-Cup breasts squished against 
Natasha's equally impressive pair as the two women 
engaged in a furious bout of open-mouthed tongue- 
wrestling. She felt small but strong hands find her 
shapely ass and squeeze it hard, just the way she liked. 


“Ohhh fuck, Nat. That’s just how | like it.” Pepper 
moaned, breaking the kiss. “Who knew showering with 
you could be more fun than showering with Tony?” 


“Tony has no idea how to please a woman,” Natasha 
sighed with a smirk, giving Pepper’s big beautiful 
bootylicious badonkadonk another firm squeeze “Trust 
me, baby. | know what you like.” 


With that, Nat moved her head down to between 
Pepper’s melons, and went 
“BRLBRRBRBLRBLRALBRLBRLR,” motorboating the 
hell out of them. Pepper tingled with euphoria as her 
chesticles jiggled to and fro from Natasha’s action, and 
she moaned again, even louder than before. This truly 
was heaven. 


It was right at that point that two more women, 
considerably less naked than Natasha and Pepper, 


appeared in the middle of the spacious bathroom. 


Upon regaining her bearings and catching sight of the 
two red-headed women in the shower, Adams cursed 
loudly. “Another fucking slash-fic universe!? Jesus! What 
are the fucking odds!?” 


Iris didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on the two naked 
bodies standing before her, beckoning for her and 
Adams to join in their fun. Her gaze was not one of lust, 
or even the slightest bit of attraction, but rather one of 
amazement and exasperation. “Just when | thought they 
couldn’t get any bigger. | mean, Scarlet Johansson’s got 
a hell of a rack, but come on.” 


“You like what you see?” Natasha cooed as she 
caressed her figure, clearly attempting to entice the two 
new arrivals, but, as her body looked like the product of a 
hormone-addled teenager’s first attempt at writing 
erotica, the act was not exactly successful in this 
endeavor. 


The same could be said of Pepper’s drawn out moan as 
she squeezed her large breasts. “Mmm, I’ve always 
loved the way you look in that suit, Andrea. Almost as 
much as | love the way you look when you take it off. 
How about you and Iris come on in and join us?” 


Adams's eyes widened in dawning horror when she 
heard her name. Then she punched a hole in the wall to 
her left and swore loudly. “She knows our names. She 
knows our FUCKING names, Iris. Do you realize what 
that means?” The two women in the shower paid little 
mind to what was playing out before them, as they 
quickly became much more interested in playing with 
each other. 


“That...that we’re supposed to be a part of this story?” 
Iris ventured the guess in a tone of trepidation, clearly 
hoping against hope that she was mistaken. But 
unfortunately for her, the bathroom door opened, as if on 


SCP-975 was discovered on / / following reports of a homeless 
man in [REDACTED] being arrested by police after screaming about 
"talking alien frogs" in the [REDACTED] subway tunnels. Class A 
amnestics were administered to the witnesses, and SCP-975 was 
contained shortly thereafter. 


Addendum 975-01: Transcript of Communication Attempt with 
SCP-975-2-03 on // 


Dr. _: What is your purpose here? 
SCP-975-2-03: We ran. 

Dr. |: What do you mean? 

SCP-975-2-03: We ran very long from danger. 
Dr. : What are you running from? 


SCP-975-2-03: We ran very far. We need safe from 
danger. We need home. 


Dr. : Howdid you get here? 


SCP-975-2-03: Door take us. Take us very far. [insistent] 
We need home. 


Dr. — : Does this door work both ways? 


SCP-975-2-03: [agitated] We not want. Many danger 
very soon. 


Dr. :Weneed more information before we can move 
forward. What can you tell us about the other side? 


SCP-975-2-03: [agitated] No want. 


[end of transcript; SCP-975-2-03 refused to answer 
additional questions] 


Addendum 975-02: Incident 975-01 


On // , alarge radiation spike was detected in the containment 


cue, and two familiar-looking yet unfamiliarly voluptuous 
ladies walked into the room. 


“Hey gals,” the new Adams purred. The suit she wore 
looked similar to the one her doppelganger was in, but 
there were a number of details that made hers distinct. 
For one, she left her head exposed, revealing a sly grin 
and a cocked eyebrow. For another, this new Adams’ 
suit was somehow so form-fitting that her nipples could 
clearly be seen poking out from beneath it. 


The new Iris, dressed in a crop-top and short-shorts 
ensemble that promptly ruined crop-tops and short- 
shorts forever in the eyes of her counterpart, smirked as 
she took in the sight before her. “Well, this is 
unexpected. But definitely not unwelcome...” As if to 
punctuate this statement, she bit her bottom lip and 
twirled some of her hair through her finger. 


The Iris wearing a ballistic vest and fatigues turned to 
face the Adams wearing the suit that wasn’t designed to 
be eye-candy. “We gotta get the hell out of here.” She 
cringed as she heard a particularly loud moan come from 
the shower. Nat and Pepper had rounded third base, and 
would slide into home plate any minute now. 


“Noooo shit.” Adams concurred, already fumbling for the 
small device that got them into this mess. “Sayonara 
ladies.” She grabbed her Iris and pressed the button that 
would get them the hell out of there. 


Nothing happened. 


Iris shifted her gaze between the small gray remote and 
Adams’ face. “We...we should be gone now, right?” 


“Yeah...we should.” Adams pressed the button again. 
Then she shook the remote. Then she tried swearing at 
it. Then begging for it to work. Then she combined 
swearing and begging, along with some frantic pressing 
and shaking. Her doppelganger came up from behind 


her to give her a backrub, in an attempt to help alleviate 
the stress she was feeling. Said doppelganger was then 
soundly thrown across the spacious bathroom into a 
mirror, and toppled down to the floor, only to get up, 
showing no sign of injury, or even agitation. The only 
feeling her face showed was one of arousal. 


“It’s not fucking working!” 
“What do you mean it’s not fucking working!?” 
“I mean the goddamn thing isn’t fucking working!” 


“Well shit, isn’t there like, an instruction manual or 
something?” Iris asked, frantic, stepping away from the 
other-her, who had stripped nude by now and was 
getting a little too close for comfort. Speaking of comfort, 
Nat was getting comfortable while adjusting her large 
strap-on dildo (did they just have it in there the whole 
time, or?...) while Pepper bent over, asking for Natasha 
to “shove that thing so far up [her] ass that [she would] 
taste it.” 


Adams shook her head “Black box tech. Even the 
eggheads weren't entirely sure how it works. Just that, 
when they found it, it was carbon-dated back to a 
thousand fucking years ago, and worked perfectly fine 
until FUCKING NOW” she kicked the wall next to her, 
making another hole. And speaking of holes, Natasha 
was positively drilling Pepper’s, the two of them making 
so much noise at this point that Adams and Iris had to 
shout to be heard over them. 


“Look, let’s at least get the hell out of this bathroom so 
we can hear ourselves think,” and with that, Iris 
immediately strode to the door, shoving her counterpart 
out of the way when the latter went in for a kiss, and 
threw it open. To her surprise, there was no room on the 
other side of the door, but a blank white wall. “Oh shit, 
Adams!” 


Already aware of the situation, Adams charged towards 
the door, barely giving Iris enough time to jump away 
before a fist enhanced with superhuman strength 
slammed into the white wall at nearly sixty miles per 
hour. 


Said fist promptly bounced off the wall and nearly flung 
Adams across the bathroom. And speaking of fists, Nat 
and Pepper were-you know what? You can probably 
guess what was happening there. Apparently there’s a 
big ol’ jug of lube in that shower too.