Written by Satanic-Furry.
Source: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/40383734/

Banana has always been a favourite flavour of mine. It has been since I can remember. As a child my mother wouldn’t let me eat chocolate, her background in dentistry solidified her views against sugar heavy treats.

Bananas were always her go to treat when it came to desserts. Not that I minded much.

During my break one day, Dr Andrews saw me eating a banana. He proceeded to ramble about straight bananas and the conspiracy behind them. I paid no mind him, as I did with most fellow researchers.

Then he uttered a phrase, a phrase which I had to repeat in my mind several times before I could grasp it completely.

“Isoamyl acetate, the chemical that gives bananas their taste, is also present in the saliva of SCP 2761.”

I had to stop eating and just stare blankly at Dr Andrews. What kind of fact is that to know? That would be the sensible question to ask, but no, my mind had to go elsewhere.

I had to reword my question to avoid damaging my reputation further, questioning if its salvia tasted like bananas.

Secretly I wanted to know more, just how much of 2761 tasted like banana.

Dr Andrews proceeded to explain how the IA chemical was found all throughout the anomalies’ body and such would cause all of 2761’s bodily fluids to taste like banana.

My mind quickly ran away with this hypothesis and only one thought remained. If all of it’s bodily fluids tasted of banana, then so did its semen.

That thought did more harm than good as it became fixed at the forefront of my mind. I had to experience this for myself. With subtly however.

After a little sweet talking and a little wandering hand, I was able to get transferred onto 2761’s research team. Dr Andrews was surprised to see me but was very welcoming. Then came the comment

“How is 141?”, I didn’t understand the question at first, not until he followed it up “I’ve seen the video.”. My heart dropped. I didn’t even know that a video existed. More fool me for not expecting experiment rooms to have cameras.

I was so red with embarrassment, to the point where I felt like I could die. How many other people knew?

Not many as it would seem, as David, Dr Andrews roommate is the lead security officer, the person who has control over every camera in this facility.

Apparently, he liked what he saw, so he made himself a copy before overwriting the original. Why would someone do that? Blackmail?

Surprisingly, no. David just has strange tastes and would prefer watching actual monsters over digital ones.

I remember looking over at 2761, still trying to comprehend the fact of someone enjoying my experiment with 939. It would be a lie if I said I didn’t enjoy it too, but someone else willingly watching? That surprised me.

Dr Andrews asked if I would like to begin the experiment. My response questioned if his friend wanted to watch. Silence fell between us.

I realised too late that he had actual research in mind, not my idea of research.

Without a word Dr Andrews looked to the camera in the corner and gave it a thumbs up, a thumbs up which quickly became a thumb down.

I looked to the camera and saw it crane up and down as if to nod in agreement.

The next thing I knew, the door was locked and Dr Andrews was offering me a plastic tub for collecting “Samples”.

I didn’t think events would escalate this quickly, not for a simple Freudian slip, but they did.

2761 was escorted out of their contained and brought over towards me.

The trousers were off to begin with, as I previously learnt the hard way when it comes to semen stains. The lab coat was easy to clean, the trousers were not, I was not going to lose another pair.

Knelt down before 2761, I got to examine its teeth close up, the knowledge of being inches from possible death was predictably scary and strangely arousing. As were most of the anomalies on site.

I slowly stroked by hands across its underbelly, admiring the texture identical to the outer skin of a banana. Almost unreal.

As my hands stroked further down its underbelly, I could see its genital slit and the tip of its member peaking out. The closer my hands got, the more the member emerged.

I stroked around the slit itself, while gazing over the erect member before me. The sweet scent was unmistakeable, just smelling it was causing my mouth to water.

I continued to massage around the slit before moving my hands to the base and massaging that.

Leaning in, I began to tease the moist tip with my tongue, the tip was dripping as my tongue caressed it.

The flavours assaulted my tongue, never before had I tasted such a strong taste, strong yet not overwhelming.

My hands moved up to the shaft as my mouth moved downwards, I took as much in as I could, but size was something that 2761 was certainly gifted with.

I took my head back to focus on massaging the tip, while my hands focused on pleasuring the shaft.

The world was gone to me, there was nothing, no Dr Andrews, no watching camera, nothing but me and 2761.

I had established a nice rhythm between my mouth and my hands, a rhythm that was quickly interrupted when I felt 2761’s hand on my head.

My pace was clearly not enough for 2761 as they gripped onto my head and begin forcing their member further into my mouth and throat.

My jaw was stretched as far as it would go, I could feel the tip of the member thumping at the back of my throat. The urge to gag was unbearable.

I breathed through my nose, getting in any air that I could, in-between the filling of my throat with the large organ.

With my hands around the base of the member, I could feel it beginning to pulse. I attempted to pull my head back, but 2761 had a tight grip.

The warm ropes of fluid slapped against the back of my throat as I was finally able to pull my head away from 2761’s member. Gagging and coughing for breath as I grabbed the plastic tub before me.

I held the tub under the member which was still pumping out thick strings.

100ml of the tub were filled before the member stopped pumping. I was certain that another 100 was sat nicely in my stomach. If I knew that 2761 would be that controlling, I could have done much more to increase the sample size. Alas.

Dr Andrews took the sample tub from me and exchanged it for a towel, asking how the taste of it was.

Heavenly, that is the only way to describe it. A sweet, thick, creamy banana taste. Like warm melted banana ice cream sliding across your taste buds.

I wiped away some of the left overs with the towel. Even if I hadn’t gotten a single drop on myself, I would still be needing a shower as 2761 would have still soaked me to the bone. I didn’t think such monstrous assault of my throat would turn me on as much as it did.