Bakerstreet Breeding Stables

[stables]

THE BAKERSTREET BREEDING STABLE

Bakerstreet is the perfect microcosm for experimentation. This is why an alien race of scientists has set up shop here before taking on the rest of the worlds. What are they doing? It's hard to say whether they're trying to create to perfect, suggestible being or compliant cattle, but one thing's for certain: they're breeding people. Through drugs and serums, (mostly) females will be the mares and (mostly) males the studs of this new race, producing offspring and other much-needed resources such as milk and semen. And how are they getting their test subjects...?

It seems like only a few seconds ago that you were going about your business, whatever that is. You blacked out somehow, though, and now things are different. A few things are different, actually. The first thing you might notice is the condition of your person. You're sore all over, like you've been poked and prodded and injected with the world's worst flu shot. Your throat is sore, too. Also of importance is your clothing; or, rather, your lack thereof. You're naked, completely, and this allows you to see your new accessories. Somewhere on your body, perhaps on your arm, your stomach, or your chest, is a brand. It's fresh, the skin still raised and tender to the touch. The symbol is a strange character of an unknown language, encircled by a thick curve. Not far from the brand is a tattoo, also new. The black ink forms a barcode, with similar alien characters beneath it. Finally, you're now sporting...an earring? No, not an earring. It's some kind of tag. The second thing you might notice is your new surroundings. If you're familiar at all with stables or dairy farms or the like, you'll know right off it's a stall. It's not very big, though perhaps a bit bigger than the standard. The floor is covered with hay. The walls, on the other hand, are steel and tall, making the space much higher than it is wide. At the very top, there are bars (not very good for peering through, however) and a light fixture of some sort. Really, everything doesn't look too remarkable, but it is in one respect: you can't get out. There is absolutely no way to escape, no matter what you do. There doesn't appear to be a door, and the walls are seamless. That's alien technology for you. The bars up top aren't really bars, as they're covered in plexiglass all around. That shouldn't matter, you say. You have the power to get out, anyway! Sorry, but not quite. No matter if you're Joe Blow off the street or a powerful cosmic deity, there's something that keeps you from busting out. A force field? Maybe. Who knows? Despite this, though, you have bigger fish to fry. And that's in the form of the third thing you will probably notice. You're not alone. Someone else is in the stall with you, and they're in a similar state. Naked, branded, tagged. They can't get out, either, even if they're a super spy or a mercenary with years of training. Both of you are here, in this same boat. But why? Really, it's not that hard to figure out. Just look at the scenario. All signs point to one thing: you're intended to have sex. Of course, you probably won't want to. You won't be persuaded or tempted, either, because you have an iron will. That's fine. But you'll break. Remember that soreness? Well, that's because of the experimentation and the drugs. You see, you've been injected, drip fed, and otherwise filled with serums and cocktails by the people who brought you here during your little blackout. The aphrodisiacs at the Hotel? They're gateway drugs, child's play compared to these. The stuff is seeping through your veins right now, embracing every cell and sliding into your brain. Soon enough, very soon, you'll need sex like breathing. The more you resist, the more glassy-eyed you become, until you've lost everything that could be considered humanity or decency or decorum and you just have to fuck. The two of you will be rutting like animals, no matter who the other is. You'll want to claim them, want to fill them or be filled by them and fulfill the basic drive of life: procreate. That's not all, either. The drugs are doing all kinds of amazing things to you that you can't even feel or sense. Not only are they making you so fertile that almost any sex will result in certain pregnancy, but also making you physically addicted to sex. You have to breed or be bred now. The serums are also changing your brain chemistry to make you better at this. You're becoming more docile, more susceptible to instructions from your "masters," and much more accepting of your fate. Why would you want to leave here? To help with this, the drugs create a loyalty to your partner- no, your mate, as well. In fact, the drugs have many effects on different test subjects. The scientists have been talking about it recently. Not that you'd know, but there's been a memo sent discussing just that. To: ███ From: ███ RE: Effects of the drugs The serum still needs to be perfected. This is what the technicians have seen so far. The following have been observed in all test subjects: -Increased fertility -Heightened libido to the point of sex addiction -Decrease in inhibitions and morals to the point of shamelessness -Increased suggestibility -Greater docility -In males and certain females, increase in dominance -In females and certain males, increase in submission -Acceptance of their situation -Increased stamina -Some degree of territorial behavior -Loyalty/fondness for their mates The following have been observed in some test subjects: -Breast expansion -Lactation -Expansion of hips and rear -Semen addiction -Increased semen production to levels previously impossible for their species -Genital enlargement -Decrease in intelligence, some to such an animal-like state that speech capacity is gone -Appearance of penises on females and vaginas on males -Male pregnancy -Weight gain -Masochism -Desire for sex with beings outside their own species/non-humanoids -Oral fixation Clearly, more testing needs to be done. Regards, ███ But maybe, just maybe, you weren't kidnapped. Maybe you're not here because you were kidnapped. Perhaps you're here to work. After all, there's a lot to do! Milking needs to be done, discipline problems broken in, and brainwashing- I mean, re-education- is in important process. There are plenty of job opportunities for go-getters who don't mind getting their hands dirty. No matter what the reason, you're here at The Bakerstreet Breeding Stables, so you might as well smile and accept it. After all, a happy stable makes happy cattle.

[OOC: Pretty much all the information you need is the post. Basically, your character is kidnapped and drugged into becoming a breeding animal. Feel free to take it any direction you'd like; timeskips are encouraged to show how your characters are reacting, for pregnancies, etc.

1. Comment with your character. Put the name, canon, and preferences in the subject line as usual.
2. In the body of the comment, put what you are interested in playing and what you don't want to (ie, interested in lactation, no futa, so on and so forth). You may also want to set up a scene. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR COMMENT BLANK.
3. Have fun and respect others' preferences.]

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Isaac Lahey | Teen Wolf | M/F

[scarvesandsadness]

[No decrease in intelligence, penises on females/vaginas on males, male pregnancy, weight gain, masochism (for him). Everything else is green light and can be integrated with no problem!]

[sanguinescry]

( She had spent the past several hours curled in the far corner of the...whatever it was — stall? — trying not to look over at Isaac. Because it's not bad enough she's been kidnapped...again, but she hadn't seen him since Allison's death and if that alone wasn't enough to make her uncomfortable, they're both inexplicably stripped down to nothing. Their attempts to escape were futile, even with his werewolf strength, and when she'd started to feel less angry and afraid and more aroused by his aggressive attempts to get out, she had had to tap out.

There's something that feels inherently wrong about being attracted to her dead best friend's boyfriend in and of itself, but the fact that it's gotten her so hot and bothered when she knows that it shouldn't and the situation that should be making her afraid only seems to be making her horny instead makes it especially messed up. She's not ashamed of her body and never has been, but she's still curled into herself to hide it from him because he's Isaac and that's weird. Worse still, she can see that he's doing the same thing now and she can't help wondering if it's for the same reason. Lydia tells herself it's because he's claustrophobic and that's all that it is.

Her thighs press together and she can feel that she's already soaked with need, but she's not going to give in, not with Isaac. She can't do that. Brow creased, she finally looks over at him again after what seems like forever. )

We should try again. We have to get out of here, we should try again.

Barry Allen ⚡ The Flash ⚡ M/F

[akatheflash]

No male pregnancy or decreased intelligence please!

[being_awesome]

Claudia woke up disoriented, and distracted. Obviously, she'd been whammied with something--like that time Pete and Mika had woken up naked in bed together after they'd encountered an amnesia-inducing artifact. She'd tried to reason her way through it, to mentally backtrack to the event that had brought her here, but it was no use. All she could think about was the heat.

It didn't help that the guy she was locked up with was tall, nerdy, and exactly her type.

[ingeniero]

[ Any interest in a rule!63 Cisco? ]

[ingeniero]

[ Whoever they were, the sons of bitches behind this place, they were powerful. And they were after metahumans. Even Barry, with his speed, couldn't phase out of their cell, and without her goggles, Paca couldn't vibe or open a breach to escape. She didn't want to be discouraged, but it was hard to keep a brave face in these conditions.

They were collared and tagged, stripped naked and drugged with something that made Paca's tits heavy and sore. They kept them in isolation, except for a few hours every day when a pair of armed guards would bring Paca to Barry's cell. She pouts as she's shoved through the door which slams and locks behind her, arms crossed over her swollen breasts. ]

Thanks for that! [ She calls over her shoulder, sarcastic as ever. ] I sure do love being manhandled in the morning!

Hey, Barry.

Ray Palmer ♢ Legends of Tomorrow ♢ M/F

[parvos]

[ No decreased intelligence, genitalia swapping, mpreg, masochism, or weight gain for him (for her, it's fine if that's how you roll) ]

[spiffyspivot]

[Patty doesn't want to be here. The last thing she remembers is training for CIA and suddenly she's in this place, naked, cold, sore, and she doesn't want to be here.

And she isn't going to do whatever they wanted her to do. She had woken up almost three hours ago now to find Ray Palmer - the Ray Palmer - lying on the other side of the... animal cage she was in passed out, and also completely naked. Of course she had tried to get out, she had tried for almost an hour until she heard him finally moving, and at that point Patty had quickly moved to the further corner from him to sit down and hug her knees to her chest, curling up to cover herself as much as she possibly could. There's a tag in her ear, her arm is branded and tattooed, and she saw that the same had happened to him before he had awoken. She had barely spoken to him, only stating in a wavering voice that she had already tried to get out when she saw him making his own attempts, and although they had tried to figure out what was going on together they couldn't and Patty didn't want to talk about it anymore. So she's quiet. Sitting in the corner, waiting for someone to come and tell her what the hell is going on. Because she knows what this looks like. And she's not going to do it.

Even if Ray is attractive. Everybody knows that, he was the worlds most eligible bachelor before he died. Or was brought here, whichever. Even if he is tall, and muscled, with a handsome face and a strong jaw, Patty is not going to sleep with a stranger. She doesn't care how kind he was being with his promises that they would figure this out together, asking her her name so he could address her properly, asking her where she's from. She doesn't care about the ache that's been growing between her legs for the past three hours, to the point where it's painful, and all she can think about is relief. She doesn't care if she's wet with need, that her skin is so sensitive she can feel any mild breeze of air that comes her way. Patty isn't going to do it. She isn't going to be degraded into nothing more than a sex object.

Her will is breaking down. Ten minutes past the three hour mark Patty can't help but shift in place, rubbing her thighs together as discreetly as possible while also trying to keep herself covered in a desperate attempt to ease away her pain. It's not working. Nothing is working. The more time passes he more desperate she's getting, staring at the ceiling with a quiet whimper as her body begs her to just give in, and Patty is biting her bottom lip so hard she might draw blood. She can't look at him, because every time she does now it takes every ounce of her will power to not get up and climb into his lap, bouncing to satisfy herself with the erection he's obviously sporting at this point. Patty closes her eyes with her head pressed back against the steel wall, trying to think about anything but that, but with every passing second she's caring less and less that she's not alone. Her shame is slipping away in favor of self preservation, and she knows that if she doesn't do something she's going to find her way over to him.

So instead, Patty's legs spread, finally giving up her attempts at decency, and she doesn't have to look down at herself to know that she's positively shining. Her own hand moves down so she can use her slick skin to wet her fingers, a loud cry barely erupting from her when she finally feels contact despite her efforts to try and bite it back. When she dips two fingers into herself her body rolls, a wave up her spine off of the wall, and she pulls them out to move to her clit, rubbing tight circles at a rapid pace just to try to ease away her need. This isn't what she wants, she wants him, she wants a man, but she won't let herself do that. She'll be okay. She just needs to take care of herself. Then she'll be okay.

Her eyes open, heavily lidded with lust and relief and want as she moves her gaze over to the man sitting on the other side of the stall, unable to keep herself from feeling that pulse of heat move through her at the mere sight of him. She bites her bottom lip again in an effort to muffle the whimper that escapes her once more. Looking at him was okay. As long as she wasn't jumping on top of him, it was okay, looking at him helped and there was nothing wrong with that. That's what she told herself as her fingers slipped down to wet themselves within her again, body rolling once more, before returning to their place on her clit. Looking isn't touching. Looking is fine.]

Monkey D. Luffy | One Piece | M/F

[justcantwaittobeking]

N/A | M/F OT (almost) A

[faceless_fucks]

[Generic monster/gangbang/fat old dude/etc. account. Kink list here!]

Potemkin | Guilty Gear | M/M

[dreadnaughtfist]

[A slave with a honest-to-goodness bomb collar strapped to his neck, he was simply reassigned when that pesky "pacifism" kept getting in the way of using him as a soldier. Those muscles too good to quit. Already far too used to this crap, he'll spend half the time feeling sorry for the other dude and trying to make it comfortable for them.

Not interested in genital growth/swap or intelligence reduction. Him being addicted to the taste of semen could be fun. (He'll never get pregnant at that rate though...)]

Kaname Kuran | Vampire Knight | M/M

[decorousbeau]

[ /TAKES A DEEP BREATH. ]

[ I'd love for him to have some minor decreased intelligence--mainly in the reverting more into a bestial state being a vampire. Semen addiction, yessss. I really want him to do some oral on a guy. Men/boys who want to be incredibly rough with him are very welcome. No fellow captives; outside people only, such as workers/vistors/what have you.]

[ Any questions, please PM! ]

Kylo Ren - Star Wars

[forcefullyunstable]

[... A suitable punishment for failure. More interested in the result of the act (mpreg is totally cool) than the act itself.]

Raven | Teen Titans | OTA

[azarathsprotected]

Steve Rogers | Werewolf AU | M/M

[capwolf]

[ Not interested in lactation, loss of intelligence, increased docility,, increased submission or expansion of anything. Bluntly put, and a horrifying captivity scenario where both parties are non-consenting and their bodies/drugs/whatever is being used to force them to fuck is pretty well what I'm after. ]

Re: Steve Rogers | Werewolf AU | M/M

[crescentmarked]

The last thing he remembered was...was leaving the Abattoir after the wedding, his newfound freedom giving him a flash of happiness that he'd found it almost impossible to repress and then...

Then he'd woken up here, his body feeling like he'd spent the night fighting a shift, aching down to his bones and with tender spots on his body that he didn't even remember how he'd gotten them. But the marks are there and the unfamiliar weight on his ear holds his attention for moments until there's the noise of movement behind him.

Aiden twists, his gaze falling on the other figure and there's a sense of relief that it'a not Josh, that Josh is safe somewhere, (he hopes anyway) and then something inside him shifts as he's watching the other wolf warily.

And he can tell it's a wolf, something in the way he smells giving it away.

[kid_flash_found]

[Not sure if you'd be interested in this "kid." Mostly thinking they paired them because a speedster recovers pretty quickly from everything and rarely catches anything. So if he gets turned, that's just another thing for them to poke and prod at along with the rest of it.]

[limbicsubcortex]

Charles isn't exactly a stranger to waking up woozy and spun out from something the night before. But it's been a decade since that was paired with an unfamiliar location--or nudity, for that matter. He groans, and hisses out a noise that would be an expletive were he feeling like enunciating. As it is, it's just breathed out syllables before he shifts up to get his face off whatever it is prickling underneath his cheek. His hip aches, which means he must be on the serum, but he doesn't remember taking it. Is he that far gone?

Not that....that matters as much as his current situation. As he finally starts to properly come to, he takes in the cell he's in, looks at his aching hip to see the brand and tattoo there. What is...

He hasn't hoped for so long, but a part of him still rebels against the evidence that Erik was right from the start, that he's been captured by the government and treated like an animal. They wouldn't go that far, surely, not right away. Keep him imprisoned maybe, but not this flagrant disregard for human rights.

Always one to sit up in his own head for longer than necessary, Charles finally notices the other person in the cell. Almost immediately, he pulls one knee up to shield himself, give himself the illusion of some form of decency. It only does the job physically, of course, because as soon as he shifts, the substrate--such as it is--prickles, and makes him yelp.

"Right up my bloody arse, whose sodding idea--" He grunts, exasperated, and shakes his head. "I'm-- Are you alright?" It sounds almost more resigned than actually concerned. Far more emotive is when he finally realises he recognises the person--not the immediacy it could have been without the mental signature to go along with it, but--

"Steve?!"

Bucky Barnes | MCU | ota

[missionreport]

[ no mpreg, no weight gain, no lactation. Okay with this being winter soldier mode or some other setting you would think could be interesting ]

[arachnaism]

[ okay curiosity wins! willing to give it a shot if we keep all your no's and add to them the no to expansion and no to appearance of non anatomically correct body parts. ]

Wanda Maximoff | MCU / M/F & F/F

[willwalkaway]

[No genital enlargement, masochism, male pregnancy, decreased IQ, weight gain- bring on anything else!]

Ergo Proxy // Ergo Proxy // OTA

[theworldunwinds]

His stall was one of the biggest in the stable. Had to be, at eight feet tall, he was no small show pony. The stall itself was not a hay-strewn floor, but covered in blankets and pillow to lounge and sleep comfortably in. He was even given a private paddock. The big black was one of the most prized studs, his semen worth its measure in gold. He was milked only once a month to ensure top price.

No surprise many tried to steal some time with him for money, the thrill, or both...

[ooc: Few options here:
-Part time handler sneaks in to pump him and/or have sex with him
-Looking to purchase him for your own stable or own uses
-Your rich owner has bought you some time to have with him
-Other (any other ideas?)
PM me with any questions, kinks are in the journal!]

[dreadnaughtfist]

Potemkin's body feels unfamiliarity with a room where his back doesn't hit the ceiling. He had been kept in a stall he couldn't stand up in since he was instated. He wasn't able to see the stall beforehand, as he spent the entirety of the transport to the pornographic exhibition match put to sleep. Although it would be disgraceful to say out loud, he was considered a beautiful mare. Shapely despite his unique figure, strong-featured, his expressiveness not numbed by the frequency of his use at all. A few of the most smitten handlers would privately visit to hand-feed him and stroke him.

He loved being petted.

Potemkin is still sitting by the opposite end of the stall, not really sure what to do. "Uh, hello. Is there anything you want?" He always starts by assuming the best in everyone.

Bart Allen/Kid Flash | DC preboot | OTA

[kid_flash_found]

[mpreg, genital swapping ok, most interested in scenarios like being given to an experienced stablemate with the intention of being shown the ropes or experimentation. He is a speedster, which means he already has enhanced stamina, but other changes are certainly on the table. He's going to take a fair bit of work to get him to stop trying to find a way out. I can play him as jailbait or not.]

zaheer bell | original | m/m

[pawntoe1]

[Oral fixation, increased submission, desire for sex outside of his species (he's got wings and isn't really 'human' so have fun with that sensitive area), masochism and mpreg are good with me. Give me a PM if you'd like to do any genderswapping, I'm all in for it but would like prior notice. Further prefs and information here.]