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SCP-1481: The crackhead genie

"whos ur fav scp? wait wait let me guess 049? no wait 079? who tf is 1481"

A Case of SCP - 1481: Crackhead Genie

Lucien grumbled and huffed as he tossed aside the sheaf of damp paper in his hands, along with it came his lab coat which was similarly sodden with what looked like coffee, yet smelled much like what Dr. Jack Bright kept in jars in his office—excrements from 173’s containment chamber mixed with water 'for science’. It only occurred to him now that Jack only kept them for today’s occasion, April’s Fools day, and he’d just been a victim in one of his pranks.

It wasn’t even the first prank of the day; earlier, Dr. Clef had locked them in a chamber with an ‘unclassified’ anomaly for nearly half an hour, his assistants Jacob and Karl salted his tea, Junior Researcher Alvin too was in cohorts with them and replaced the files on his table with lyric sheets to a Rick Astley song. It was frustrating, and the day had only just started—all he wanted to do was get work over with so he could lie down at home again.

Lucien wasn’t fond of pranks, but decidedly had enough of them, so he thought up a plan to enact his revenge upon them; in an anomalous way, and he knew just which SCP could help him. So he sets off towards the facility’s west wing after replacing his lab coat with a fresh one.

The scanner on the item locker accepts Lucien’s ID, and procures a small recyclable coffee cup before he is led to a testing chamber by a few security men under the pretense that he had an approved testing for the day; seeing that he had Level 3 clearance, they didn’t question him at all. Once in the chamber, he places the cup on the table before rubbing its side.

The cup shakes for a moment, before a loud decompressing sound fills the room whilst a spectral form bursts out the mouth of the cup—a humanoid roughly the same height as Lucien, though floating and nigh-transparent in the air. He had multiple coats on from different eras, torn and stained, similar to the jeans he wore. He had both an annoyed and amused look on his face, though his eyes were red and droopy. If Lucien would put it to simple words, he looked like a stoned ghost of a genie.

“You again?” He sneers at Lucien, muttering something incoherent under his breath. “C’mon then, what do you want?”

“I understand the nature of your…wish-granting, 1481.” Lucien starts, seating himself on the chair across the genie. He recalls the first attempts; the genie wasn’t the most cooperative, if at all. He could grant their wishes, yes, but he was always an asshole about it. Wish for a sandwich? He eats it. Wish for an item? He mocks you with it. But Lucien was positive that the genie would help him do something mischievous. “I believe you can help me with this one.”

The genie obviously blanches at being called by his designated number, and even more with the tone in Lucien’s voice. “Uh huh, a promotion? Wanna get those beasties under control? Tough luck, pal. I don’t want to.”

“No,” Lucien waves off, though he puts some steel in his tone. “I’m talking about pranking the whole facility.” He finishes with a smile, hands folded in his lap. The genie gives him an incredulous look at this, taken aback as he stumbled back in the air.

“Say what now?” The genie blurts out, stifling a laughter. “My my, Doctor. What’s gotten into you?”

“It’s April first today.” 

The genie tilts his head, his mouth forming into an ‘o’. “Is there a prank war?”

“No,” Lucien shakes his head. “At least, not an official one. But I’m afraid they’ve waged it against me, and I need your help to win.” He adds, gesturing towards the remaining stain on his shirt sleeves.

“Well!” The genie responds, clasping both hands together as he rubs them with mischief in his eyes. Lucien takes note of this, and assures him he went to the right place. “What do you want then? Let’s flood this facility with acid!”

Lucien holds up a hand to stop him, thinking up a clever plan. He could wish for anything, of course, though there was still a potential risk of the genie doing something worse. Instead, he would wish for something that he could do himself. “Turn me into a ghost.” 

“Huh?” The genie asked him, perplexed. Lucien nods, recalling the incident with the 4973 ghosts. That was certainly one of the worst containment breaches they’ve had, and he thinks it would be hilarious to mess with his colleagues as a ghost. “That’s lame.”

“Just trust me please.” Lucien huffs, though he follows it with a grin at the genie who rolled his eyes. “At least just for today, help me in this and I’ll get you the good stuff.”

The genie’s ears perk at this, then he raises an eyebrow and chuckles. “So you’re bribing me, eh?” He asks, and although Lucien would deny, he relents and nods eagerly. “Okay, whatever.”

Lucien shoots up from his seat at this, beaming, as he pushes away from the table. Plans start to mill about in his head, and he couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. “So how do we do this?” 

“Just hold still there, don’t move an inch.” The genie grins, and Lucien feels himself tense up the moment he hears the creature snap his finger. He grins at Lucien, muttering yet again something under his breath as he flies towards Lucien at an incredible speed. His eyes grew wide, watching as the genie rushed to him.

Lucien couldn’t move, could only watch as the genie pushed itself inside his mouth. It was quick, and Lucien’s mouth involuntarily swallowed the entity that slowly slid inside of his person. He feels himself lose feeling all over his limbs, his mind starting to fog, as he felt himself getting torn apart. Once the entirety of the genie had slipped inside of him, he groaned, and closed his eyes. He heaves forward, and feels something untether from inside him.

When Lucien comes to, he feels himself floating in the air. He could see his body idle in front of him, hunched forward. He glances at his hands, which took on a bluish glow and looked nearly transparent. He marvels at this, and zooms around the room a few times—that is, until he sees his body beneath him stretch and crack its neck.

“Wait, 1481?” He exclaims, floating down in front of his body. “What’s happening?”

His body just laughs, and he cracks his knuckles. “I can’t see you, but you got two hours until I give this back.” The genie in his body says, before picking up the cup and striding out of the chamber. “Time to find the goooooood stuff.”

Lucien didn’t give it any more thought, too giddy about the prospect of scaring his colleagues, as he flew towards the ceiling. He phased through it, and found himself in a different hallway.  He had wanted to prank Alvin first, since he was the one stationed closest. He understood that the man’s prank wasn’t grave, though he really was annoyed that he ended up presenting the wrong document to the Site Director.

The hallway wasn’t empty, it had a couple of security people hanging about outside the chambers, chattering excitedly about today. Lucien rolls his eyes, and flies to his left towards Alvin’s office, where he thinks his colleague could be. He knows how organized the man is, and he felt the need to mess around with his office a little. 

He phases through the office door, but was surprised when he found the office lit yet empty. It looked neat as usual, nothing misplaced, and Lucien decided to take this chance. He zooms fast enough through the stacks of paper on the desk, and he watches them fly like confetti in the air. He laughs to himself, before launching his from towards the bookshelf, sending books skittering onto the floor.

Lucien wasn’t quite satisfied, and he had just stuck a ghostly hand inside a locked vault, when he hears humming in the bathroom. His ears perk at this, and a grin spreads along this face—Alvin was most likely in there. He pushes through the wall, and finds himself in the bathroom.

Alvin had just stepped out of the shower, with only a towel draped around his waist. To say Lucien was shocked would be an understatement—he hadn’t seen his colleague this bare before, and he thinks that if he hadn’t been a ghost, he might have gotten too embarrassed, or even turned on.

Instead, he took this opportunity to potentially scare Alvin. Once Alvin had been standing in front of the mirror, Lucien stifles a laugh as he pulls the towel off the man’s waist. It falls, making the man gasp as Lucien’s cool hand barely touches his side. As he picks it up, he stumbles back—and into the floating Lucien.

Lucien couldn’t move back in time, and instead gets sucked into the man’s huge back. It felt like getting pulled in by a blackhole, and he couldn’t fight it. Instead, he feels his feet make contact with the ground, and he stumbles forward but spreads his arms enough to catch himself on the sink.

Lucien blinks, and gasps when he finds himself staring down at the sink, felt its cold sensation on his hands, and the overwhelming feeling of being bare naked. He felt a little confused, and only when he took one step back and lifted his face towards the mirror did he understand what had happened. He gasps, and ties back the towel on his waist before staring at himself.

Turns out the entire ghost thing wasn’t just poltergeist shenanigans, Lucien thought, allowing a smoke to spread through his borrowed face. He checks out Alvin’s body, flexing and gloating at himself, before he lets the towel fall. An idea pops into Lucien’s head just as he watches himself stiffen by the second, and the grin remains on his face even as he tries to stroke it, to get a feeling of it. It was huge, much meatier and longer than his, and the pleasure was undeniable.

It felt good, Lucien had to almost forcefully bite Alvin’s tongue to choke back a moan. He stops himself before getting too indulged, then exits the bathroom with nothing on. He finds the man’s phone on the lab coat that hangs on the coat rack near the door. Lucien grins to himself, before snapping pictures of Alvin’s bare form, then sent it to himself. He could keep this for blackmail, he thinks to himself, and possibly for…other reasons.

Lucien laughed to himself, then felt as if something had already been pushing him out. He groans, wanting to relish Alvin’s body more, but he relents—though not without the cherry on top. He smirks, as he starts to tug on his tool again at a very quick pace, feeling it build up on the base and climb Alvin’s length. He wanted to take a picture, but felt his control slipping fast. 

He makes it to the door, twisting the knob, and opening it just at the right time that he shoots ropes of white, out into the hallway. Lucien only feels the pleasure a little though, as he then immediately gets dislodged from Alvin’s body—who had been moaning the instant Lucien left him, hand still on his member.

Horrified shrieks filled the hallway as two male guards were accompanying two female D-Classes, with Dr. Clef in tow. The guards stationed outside the nearby chambers too, looked on in both shock and amusement. Lucien, in his ghost form, cackles above them as Alvin comes to, confused and shocked at where he was.

“What the fuck, Alvin?” Dr. Clef exclaims, a little annoyed though amused at the sight of Alvin desperately trying to cover himself up. Lucien considers doing the same to Dr. Clef, though, ultimately decides against it and settles on running a ghostly hand across his face, followed by a slap. Lucien does risk one more second to re-possess Alvin instead.

“April’s fools!” He says through Alvin, before exiting his body again. He laughs at the ensuing madness, then drifts down and speeds towards the opposite wing; where Jacob and Karl should be.

On the way, he passes by Dr. Bright, who was giggling to himself whilst waiting for Dr. Sophia Light to round the corner. In his hand, he held another jar of the excrement solution he had; and he was most likely up to no good too. Lucien then speeds forward, hoping to also possess Jack Bright—and this particular vessel that held his consciousness was quite attractive too.

Lucien instead ricochet’s off the man’s back, as if protected by something, and he grumbles when he realizes he’s only succeeded in knocking the man on the ground instead of possessing him. No matter, he thought, rolling in the air and laughing as he found Bright soaked in the contents of his jar.

Time to find the two idiots then, he thinks to himself, before continuing on his zooming. Vague thoughts of what the genie had been doing in his body now, but he pushes the thoughts away for now. He recalls seeing through Alvin’s phone that he spent about an hour in both messing his office up, and the subsequent possession. That felt a little weird, the latter part, so he couldn’t wait to try it out on the two again, though he decided to try Jacob on first.

They weren’t in their offices, nor were they in any testing chambers down there, and it irritated him. Lucien only had a little bit of time left before the genie’s time limit, and he still had two on his list. He changes course, and instead heads towards their living quarters. 

And lo, he finds the two of them in Jacob’s room. They seemed to have just gotten back from an experiment, both still sporting protective spandex that were both halfway off their bodies. Jacob had been talking to Karl about something related to the surfboards in their room and the subsequent experiments on a new SCP. Lucien rubs his ghostly hands together, waiting for the best chance to jump in.

And it was when Jacob was going to take a photo of them both, when Lucien rushes inside him the moment he presses the button on his phone, snapping the picture.

He stumbles forward a little, feeling the rush of sensation fill his new limbs. Lucien hadn't focused on this feeling in Alvin earlier, but he felt extremely satisfied at his spirit filling in another body—it filled him with pleasure as well, and a lone moan escaped the mouth of Jacob’s body, eliciting a curious glance from Karl behind him. 

“Jake, you good?” He hears Karl ask, placing one of his huge hands on Lucien’s bare shoulder. He doesn’t respond quickly though, only smirks a little as he finally had full control of Jacob’s body. He lets one of his hands fall on Karl’s that was on his shoulder, and he throws the phone to his bed.

“I have something to tell you.” He tells Karl. The sound of Jacob’s voice coming out of his throat felt weird, and a little hot, though he perfectly mimics Jacob’s more endearing tones. “Can you come closer a sec?” 

“Yeah?” Karl asked, bending closer. Lucien mentally stifles a laugh, as he turns towards Karl with a sly smirk. The man could only raise an eyebrow and open his mouth, when Lucien pushes forward and locks their lips together. Karl gasps at the contact initially, his skin warming up as Lucien pressed onward, until he gave in.

Part of Lucien enjoyed this, part of him was already laughing inside at what he had done. They made out for a while, breaking apart for only a second, before diving in again. Karl gave in hungrily—and Lucien found it a little funny, since this was supposed to be a prank after all, but he just lets the man have his fun. After a while, they break apart again.

“Wow, that…” Karl starts, a little breathless. If Lucien would admit it, Karl wasn’t the best kisser, though it was kinda hot; and at this moment he felt their warm crotches brush against each other’s, still in their suits. “...since when..?” 

Lucien was dumbfounded, unsure of what to say, though decided to play along for a little more. “Since the moment I laid my eyes on you?” He tries, quoting something he read a while ago and causing Karl to laugh.

“Same.” was all Karl said when he dives in for another kiss, surprising Lucien this time. He gives in too, and they collapse on the bed. He was a little confused with what was happening–this wasn’t part of the plan–though he decided to stay; he was enjoying it after all, even if Karl thought he was really Jacob. 

Soon, all their clothes came off, it wasn’t only until Karl had started to go down on him that he felt that push again, the same feeling he got earlier from Alvin. He wanted to go, though a different idea crossed his mind already overcome with the lustful haze. Instead, he focuses on putting all his spiritual essence down to his tool. Lucien stared at Karl momentarily, before grinning.

With one resolute thrust, he send his ghost flying out of the tip of his member. Karl, who very much had the length in his mouth, gags a little as he involuntarily swallows Lucien’s ghostly form. This was a little different, and Lucien felt it comparable to wearing a huge jumpsuit or coat, and he had full control of Karl in a few seconds.

“K-Karl..?!” He hears above him, Jacob stirring and biting his lip against the oncoming sounds erupting from his throat. “What are you…ahh, fuhh, what happened..?” He tries, back arching as his fists twisted on the bed sheets. Lucien, instead in Karl’s body, only picked up the pace.

What happened next was a weird threeway-esque scenario, or so Lucien thought to himself, momentarily forgetting the original plan. Once he had been pushed out of Karl’s body, he re-possessed Jacob’s. That was when Karl bent down for him to screw; though it wasn’t long until he had been dislodged into Karl’s body again. 

He couldn’t even tell how long nor how many times it happened, just that when the two both lay side by side in the afterglow, his spirit was in a similar state floating above them. All of them panted, and he watched with annoyance how instead of irritation, the two just laughed; they chalked their behavior up to a possible anomalous side effect, and Lucien rolled his eyes at this.

Well, at least he had fun, Lucien thought. He should probably do this again some other time, he adds to thought as he checks the clock that hung above the door. Two minutes before his time was up, he looked back at them to see that both had fallen asleep (along with a dog he hadn’t noticed from earlier). He sees Jacob’s phone, and smirks as he slips back inside the man.

He feels another jolt of pleasure the moment he assumes control, though he only rolls his eyes as he leaves the bed. He sets the mirror up adjacent to the bottom of his bed, aims his camera, and snaps a picture. He sent it to himself, which again, he could possibly use to tease the two and as remembrance.

As if on cue, he finds himself suddenly pulled towards the opposite direction, where the earlier test chamber was. He involuntarily zooms back and through the hallways, accidentally sending people to the ground or scattering papers in their hand like a strong gust of wind just flew by. Then Lucien finds himself in the chamber.

He finds his body passed out on the chair, the genie slowly emerging out of his mouth like a smoky entity—and he looked so out of it. “Thanks for the ride.” The genie tells him, snapping his fingers as Lucien is pulled back into his body.

He didn’t even have time to speak again, when the genie dematerialized and he finds himself inexplicably intoxicated. He silently curses at the genie, before swiping the cup out of the table, and then promptly leaves the chamber.

No matter, he thought to himself, that was the most fun he’s had in months—worth it for the residual high that the genie had left for him in his body. He stashes the cup back inside the containment locker, and he decides to go back to his office to lie down a little.

On the way when he rounds a corner, he crosses paths with a red-faced Alvin, most probably reprimanded from earlier. Lucien finds he couldn’t help himself from laughing, making Alvin tense up a little. Lucien then recalls back to seeing Alvin in his reflection, and finds he’s both aroused and tickled.

“Nice shoot, my dude.” He teases, winking at Alvin, who immediately runs off from him.

Lucien just laughs at him, a sound that the security men around him shared. He stares at the retreating form in the distance, and then at the cup in his hand, thinking and considering the next time he’d be able to be a ghost again—hoping to have fun solely with Alvin this time. 

He shrugs it off though, and continues towards the lockers.