The soldiers moved in, quickly subduing Vlad and restraining his limbs with heavy-duty plastic cuffs. One of them took the opportunity to press something into his neck; Vlad felt a cold sensation spread through him as he lost consciousness.

As they dragged him out of the cell, Dr. Allen walked beside him, studying his body carefully. "Well, I guess we'll have to try this again later," she murmured. "

Vlad was strapped down to a gurney and wheeled through the halls of Site-19. The soldiers who had subdued him were silent, their expressions neutral as they followed procedure. As they approached an elevator, Dr. Allen fell into step beside them again, her gaze fixed on Vlad's unconscious form.

"Let me know if he shows any signs of regaining consciousness before we get to the infirmary," she said absently, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder. "

The MTF and D-Class both stared in amazement as they saw all of the toys instantly appear in the pile on the other side of the room without Irenic moving a muscle. Even Dr. Allen was impressed as she watched from her observation room. "Well, I'll be damned..." She muttered under her breath before speaking into the intercom again. "Excellent work, Irenic! That was quite impressive. You've certainly made an impression today."

Dr. Allen-"I'm glad to see that you're adapting well, Irenic. But now... we need to test your limits. Are you ready?" She asked with a sly smile, leaning forward slightly.

"Well, well, well..." Dr. Allen murmurs, peering intently through the observation window. "It seems our test subject is responding quite favorably to the female's presence." She jots down a few notes on her clipboard, her brow furrowed in concentration. The MTF agent beside her nods slowly, their gaze fixed on you as your mating organs begin to emerge.

"Is this normal behavior for snow leopards during breeding season?" They ask, more to themselves than anyone else.

*The female snow leopard rubs against my flank affectionately as I settle into position beneath her, my body trembling with anticipation. Her claws dig lightly into my shoulders, leaving faint red marks on my fur. She leans down, nuzzling her muzzle against mine briefly before drawing back and looking me in the eye once again.

There's something different about her gaze now—more intense, almost hungry. It sends a shiver down my spine despite myself. Slowly, deliberately, she lowers herself onto me, enveloping my hardness within her warm depths.

Dr. Allen seemed caught off guard by this turn of events as well, but quickly composed herself. "Interesting," she murmured into her intercom. "Very interesting indeed..." She took a moment to collect her thoughts before continuing. "Alright then, proceed with the next test. Agent Williams will provide you with further instructions."

The MTF agent nodded and gestured towards the D-Class personnel, who quickly retrieved the metal box and led him back out of the containment cell.

Dr. Allen turned away from the observation window and began speaking softly with someone else present in the control center area behind them. Her voice was too low for anyone outside to make out clearly, so they could only assume some kind of discussion regarding their initial findings concerning SCP-7000's interactions with anomalous objects like that metallic cube just used during testing procedures earlier.

After finishing whatever conversation occurred within earshot only among those involved directly related to protocol surrounding ongoing experiments involving SCP subjects under review, Dr.

Dr. Allen stands up slowly, brushing off her coat as if to dismiss the insult. She turns to face the agent who restrained you, nodding curtly. "Thank you, Agent. That will be all for now." The agent steps aside, allowing her room to approach closer once more.

"Now," she continues in a tone that brooks no argument, "let's begin with some basic tests, shall we? We need to know how your abilities function and what sort of limitations you have before proceeding any further."

"Of course," she says smoothly, ignoring the defiance in your expression. "Remember, cooperation is key here. The more you help us understand, the better our chances of containing and protecting you." She pauses, considering her words carefully before speaking again. "And I'm sure you don't want anything to happen to you... or anyone else."

Her tone leaves no room for doubt about the implied threat.

It was during my time at the university that I first heard about the SCP Foundation," she continues. "I found their work fascinating... the idea of studying and containing these strange, otherworldly things." A small smile plays on her lips as she remembers her early days in the Foundation. "Eventually, I made the switch to research here, and the rest is history."

She glances back at you before returning her attention to her clipboard. "Well, Henry," she says with a warm smile. "I think that's enough for today.

You nod, grateful for the chance to speak with Dr. Allen and share some of your story. As she turns away from the containment glass, you notice her posture straighten slightly, as if preparing for whatever challenge or discovery might come next. You can't help but admire her dedication to understanding the unknown, even if it means spending time with someone like you. For now, though, it seems that your conversation is at an end.