An average morning with not-so-average company by SCP-682-B'

“Morning, 682.”
>You say as near 5 foot thick containment chamber door closes behind you with a “CLUNK!”
>The door slamming seems to rouse 682 out of her dozing. The massive sometimes-reptile yawns, showing off a mouth of razor sharp, pearl-white teeth. Easily enough to bite a man in two.
>The thrill of fear that runs through you is once again, less than before.
>682 lazily blinks and fixes her fist sized gold eyes on you.
>”Ah. The toy,” She rumbles dismissively. “Come to me once more have you? It’s rather early, and I do not feel like coupling at this time. Return in several hours.”
>And there is the reason you haven't been shot and tossed in a ditch by the Foundation yet.
>SCP 682 likes you. Enough that she stopped rampaging during a breach to drag you away and... Well...
>You’ve sampled the most dangerous pussy on earth. No other way around it.
>Who would have thought that being drugged and dragged way to a shadowy bunker for accidentally finding some weird Wondertainment toy would end well?
>You had no idea what was going on with the higher ups in the Foundation, but they promised you a long and easy life if you could keep 682 pacified.
>After that was a lot of researcher babble and testing you tuned out. Something something they couldn't find anything anomalous about you sans 682 not being a killing machine with you around. Not much was done, however, since 682 loudly promised death to anyone who broke her “toy.”
>None were stupid enough to draw her ire.
>3 months later, and here you are.
>”Subject Anonymous, approach SCP 682 and remain still afterward. Back off if aggression is shown.” the researcher on the other end of your earpiece orders.
>You grimace at the grainy voice and touch the side button on the earpiece to reply.
“Are you eating your mic or was this shit made in the 80s? And let me do this my own way. Courtesy works more often than you think.”
>”Courtesy doesnt work on monsters...”
>You turn and glare up into the one-way observation mirror.
>Your scowl lightens when you see 682 look up as well, eyes blazing red with hatred.
>Whoever that researcher is, they’re probably shitting a brick now.
“Anyway, 682.”
>The large pseudo-shapeshifter returns her eyes to you, the red in them bleeding back to a more mellow gold.
“We don’t have to bang everytime, you know.”
>She lifts a ridged eyebrow in a surprisingly human fashion. “Then why do you approach me, toy? Speak,” she commands, crossing on her forelegs and relaxing.
“Well,”
>You walk closer, closing the distance between you and her.
>Close enough for a single swing of a foreleg to turn you into gore on the wall.
>Holy shit your heart is racing. But you just have to know.
>Will she go for it?
>The raised eyebrow rises a little higher, but she doesn't impede you.
>Sitting down, you scoot into her surprisingly warm side back first, ignoring the panicked chatter in your ear.
“Who says I need a reason to see you? You don’t like anyone else here, so I figured I could be nice and visit.”
>”Foolish.”
>You ignore the slight sting her scathing voice gives you.
>”Tell me the real reason you came here. I already told you that I wish to mate later, not now,” she demands. “And be honest if you value your health,” she finishes, eyes hard.
“And I told you already, I don’t need a reason to see a beautiful creature like you. Just being here is enough. I want to be here for you since no one else will. It’s kinda my thing here, right?”
>”...Beautiful?”
>Oh shit. Did you really say that?
>The researchers are totally silent, and you’re willing to bet that they’re getting ready for a breach.
>682 cranes her neck to her side, where you sit, frozen.
>It’s really all you can do with her eyes boring into yours.
>”Do you mean what you say?”
>Wut
“Wut.”
>Nice one, smartass.
>682 looks down at you, expression unreadable. “Well, toy? Lie and I will not tolerate it.”
>You feel the scales against your back go ice cold and morph into the beginnings of spikes.
“Every word.”
>You say, fueled by equal parts terror and want to prove yourself truthful. Idly, you congratulate yourself for keeping the tremor out of your voice.
>For a moment, everything is silent.
>682 stares you down hard, expression still of stone. She even sprouts an extra pair of eyes on her face to inspect you even harder.
>”You speak the truth?”
“One hundred percent.”
>The half formed spikes on your back flatten back to scales and the warmth returns.
>”Very well.”
>682 stands suddenly, making you flail to not fall backward.
>She takes a few steps forward, soundlessly moving across the solid metal floor, then does one thing you never expected her to do.
>The large reptile bends her front half down while raising her rear and moving her tail up and out of the way.
>No way this was happening.
>”I’ve changed my mind. We will mate here and now,” she says, muzzle pointing over her shoulder as she spreads her legs and presents herself.
>She’s not going to pin you and go to town?
>”And this is my decision, toy. Remember it! In no way are my emotions or decisions being influenced by your words. Now mount me before I lose my patience.”
>You smile gently.
>Guess the researchers are getting a free show.