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 an 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. |
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Nickov // Original Character // OTA
Vaike | Fire Emblem: Awakening | M/M
Chi-Chi [ Dragon Ball/Z ] F/M
Or! Go with my full on breeding cattle prompt, as follow: )
"Easy there, boy. She'll be here in a moment," the farmer says, patting you on your flank. You know he is a farmer, because he is not like you. You are a bull. A big bull, with a big bull cock and a tiny bull brain, and you are ready to stud.
You have to stud. To fuck. You are a bull.
In a moment, though it feels like an eternity, you smell her. Cow. Cow. Cow in heat, ready for you to fuck. Then you see her, stupid, all ready and presenting and prepared to be mounting.
You must mount her.
aoba seragaki || dramatical murder || m/m
kinklist here. ]
Reira Serizawa | Nana | f/m
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Cain has been here for only a week, and he found out his kidnappers are an alien race of scientists that kidnapped people from different worlds to conduct their experiments. He found out because that one time when he managed to break out of his stall to make his escape, and he viciously fought a group of handlers. He managed to kill a few of the staff and destroyed a lab using his Crusnik powers (which is a mix of using soundwaves, telekinesis, and gutted a few of them with his spear)...only to get beaten up, get dragged back to be locked in a special cell to contain him, and they drugged him up to high heaven to make him compliant to the alien scientist's wishes.
However, the aliens found out that Cain is an alien too...or rather what's flowing within his bloodstream at a microscopic level. When activated, the sentient nanomachines came alive, ready to fight or defend their symbiotic host when needed to be, but Cain's weakness is that his own body and mind isn't exactly stable and he won't be able to fight physically for long periods of time, and his body is not immune to their drugs as well.
The scientist aliens wanted to keep him captive, as they prized him for his genetic material that they believed can be passed off to his mates, as he has blonde hair, blue eyes, superior intelligence, and a well-muscled physique. However, the alien kidnappers are afraid of him too, for Cain has proven since that fatal incident he's an absolute homicidal psychopath if not drugged enough on a daily basis.
To keep him calm and placid, they given him a special room that looks like a normal Earth-like two story house for his personal bedroom instead of a normal cramped-like stall with hay covered floor. They provide him entertainment, and holographic technology at the windows to look like real Earth, so it would randomly play scenic scenes from Earth from the forest, the beach, the ocean, and a small patch of soil for a garden as they want to test his intelligence to grow things during his spare time. Thanks to the drugs that Cain couldn't tell what is real or fantasy at times.
When Cain is stable and behaved, the scientist told him it's time for him to breed. If he does well, they will reward him with clothes, items to decorate his room with, and better meals and food to filled his fridge with. However, they are careful to select a mate to breed him with, as some think, if this mate don't please him, he can easily kill this mate.
So they chosen a woman, a plain woman they think no on Earth will miss her if she's dead. The handlers goes to a sector where the stalls of the kidnapped humans all lined up neatly like a prison, and drag that poor subject out of her cell to be relocated to Cain's person, and all they told her that it's time for her breed with her future mate, just like the rest of the other kidnapped prisoners held against their will.
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What the scientists didn't know was that she would be greatly missed. Not that they ever listened to their subject's pleading.
Reira had only been there for a few days. She was still sore and tender from the drugs that had been pumped into her system, as well as the tattoo and brand on the back of her left shoulder. All she knew was that she had been captured and brought there to breed. Nothing about aliens or different worlds.
The scientists, when removing her from the stall to bring her somewhere else, didn't bother to tell her anything about her chosen mate. Reira was cleaned up, then drugged again before being simply shoved into a new, prettier sort of cage, one that mimicked a normal house on earth. Immediately the door was shut and locked behind her, almost as if she were prey being tossed into a lion's cage.
Weak from the drugs in her system, Reira fell hard onto her knees just inside the prison. She was still naked, and shivering with fear. Her arms wrapped around herself as she looked warily around her. Where was this man who she was supposed to...to breed with? Maybe he could break them both out of here.
Though truthfully, she would be lucky if she had simply been paired up with someone who wasn't a monster.
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What the pair don't know is that the alien scientists recording everything their subjects do through a hidden camera, and they monitor their subjects on dashboards and huge monitor screens in a locked up room somewhere that is off limits except to the ship's staff.
Luckily for her, when they pushed and shoved her in his cage, the lion in particular is falling in and out of consciousness and sleeping. In preparation, they drugged him to the max, and Cain's body felt like a weight of lead on his bed.
It was when he woke up, he was craving...something. His body is feeling a reaction that is borderline hungry, and it wasn't food. And the arousal is pooling quite a heat in his loins.
So when he managed to get out of bed and into the living room, he found this woman, naked and shivering. She doesn't look like a threat, and he surmised this is the woman they want him to breed with as there's a similiar tag and a tattoo brand on her shoulder, the same as he has.
Searching the words as he made circles around her, his icy blue eyes gazing at her...cautiously and examining her. Young body. Nice hips. Rosy nipples at their peak, taunt and hard from the cold. And when his eyes travel to her womanhood, he quickly snapped back to attention to the nervous fear in her eyes.
He said, "Hello. Are you cold?" And then searching his feelings, he realized it has been weeks since he last since a human being sharing his space for friends and companionship.
One look at her, his eyes not living her, and he...well, forgotten everything. Like an anvil hammer just slams all reason in his brain, and that niggling voice in his head tells him to mate with her and lie with her and claim her.
"My name is Cain. What's yours?" Trying to be friendly, and cautiously approached her closer, if only get a better look at her gorgeous body.
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Reira was about to try and get to her feet so she could...do what? Hiding wouldn't do any good. She certainly wasn't going to seek out her 'mate'. At least I could find someplace more comfortable, she though to herself.
That was when she heard footsteps. Reira froze, looking toward the source of the sound...and laid eyes on an incredibly handsome man. Blond hair, icy blue eyes that stared at her, and an amazing body. He circled around her; all she could do was look up at him, half fear, half desire reflected in her eyes. She could feel herself reacting to his presence, her new instincts telling her to submit to him, let him take her, claim her.
"Y-yes," she answered, though she could already feel her body warming, heart racing. "My name is Reira."
Cain cautiously approached her, and she didn't protest. She was too busy fighting her new urges. "They locked you up, too," she said. Reira knew she was stating the obvious, but was hoping that speaking would clear her head. "How long have you been here? Can you get out?" Her voice was soft and hesitant.
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At her answer, Cain's mind wanted to mate with her more, his instinct is to jump on her and mate with her right now, but another part of it, the reasonable one helps resist his urge and that instinct called reason wanted to cover her and shield her naked body and protect this sight of purity from the sheer ugliness of their situation, for Cain loves the purity of anything.
"I can keep you warm." She must be without clothes for a while. He thought.
He offered his hand out to her. "Come. Take my hand. I have a blanket in my room. Unfortunately, I was given one bed, so we have to share as one as bedmates from now on. We'll be together for a while, I think."
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'I can keep you warm'. Those few words brought to mind images of him warming her with his own body, of Reira giving herself to him, sating one another's needs...
No. She had to focus. Recalling what Cain had said, she realized that he hadn't answered all her questions. She supposed he didn't want to talk about it with her, or at the very least, not yet.
Reira didn't hesitate at all when he told her to take his hand. As soon as their skin touched, though, the urge to mate with him grew even stronger. As she climbed to her feet, a bit unsteady and lightheaded, she tried ignoring the urges. Letting Cain lead the way, she followed him for several feet before having to stop. A soft whimper escaped from her. It was becoming too much. The longer they spent near each other, the more intense things became.
She pulled her hand away and backed up so that she leaned against a wall, breathing unsteady, already wet for him. Everything in her was screaming to cling to him, to get him to claim her. "I can't resist much longer," she gasped. "You...should go..." Reira was trying to warn him. It didn't even occur to her that Cain might be struggling as well.
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He's willing to talk, but his mind is so fixed on sleeping with her that snapping back to attention to bring his focus back to the conversation, he realized she asked him a question. "There is no place to go, Reira, and no escape. I tried to get out but they beaten me and they locked me up here. I asked them questions, and I don't get answers. But I can tell you this, we were kidnapped by malevolent aliens from a different world and they have a force field around their ship that zapped anyone who gets near it. I haven't been here long. Has it been weeks? I don't remember."
Every whimper and moan and cute noises she makes is a turn-on for him, and each sound has a musical quality. When she stop following him, because she's leaning against a wall, and she has that frighten look where she would rather go to a corner and die than to be with him.
"That sound you make..." He said, and he can't hold back anymore. "I want to hear some more."
He helped her up to her feet, and taking her hand to his bedroom where the bed is. "I can't hold back, and I want you to lie down on this bed. If it's gets to unpleasant, just close your eyes, imagine your boyfriend back on Earth."
To be taken by a stranger, by another man must be a nightmare to be sure, but Cain's needs is borderline on animal right now, and true as he said, he can't hold back. He unzipped his pants to free up the bulge of his erected cock that is bobbing and throbbing hungrily, seeking to take out it's urges on her.
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'There is no place to go, Reira, and no escape'. Those words kept repeating over and over in her mind; she didn't really grasp the rest of what he said.
Then he told her he wanted to hear her make more sounds, and her knees almost buckled. Cain helped her back up, leading her to his bedroom. She laid down on his bed; it felt frighteningly natural, to do as he said. Her long strawberry blonde curls fanned out around her like a halo, and her small body was still trembling - but not from being cold.
"I don't have a boyfriend," she admitted, voice quiet. "I...no one wants me like that." It was a painful truth. The one man she loved above everyone else would make love to just about any woman except her. I'm just his little songbird, trapped in a cage.
When she saw Cain unzip his pants and free his cock, she could feel her body aching to be filled. Her legs moved restlessly on the bed, seeking some relief. "Please, make this need stop," she said, all but sobbing in frustration. Reira held her arms out to him, needing him on top of her, inside her, holding her...
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It's strange. Cain can't recall of ever having a woman to call his own. Why he can't remember much of his life? He remember his siblings, projects he did, people, subordinates, places, his plans to purify the world but met with procrastination...but other than that, he felt his memory being blocked.
At the woman's tears, he...felt a halt. Why her tears made him felt a sense of pity? He never felt pity for humans, but hers moved him in a way.
Slipping out of his pants and then his briefs, and then took off her shirt. He climbed on top of her. The woman is absolutely hysterical from lack of sexual relief and pure frustration, mixed in the pain of loneliness and feeling trapped in the most ridiculous situation the universe can think off.
To calm her, he kissed away her tears, and whispered, "Don't cry." He kissed the side of her throat. "It's going to be okay." It's strange to feel compassion for a human smaller and weaker than him, but it doesn't change the fact: the woman is brought to him to be breed with a purpose.
Wasting no time, he pried her legs apart to reveal her needy sex, and with a groan, he slides his cock inside of her, pushing through the barrier of her tightness, and began to thrust.
"Shhh, look. I'm not bad, you see."
He doesn't have enough strength to bring out six of his wings, but he has enough to bring out at least a pair of his feather wings, feathers as white as snow. Hopefully his "angel" wings will distract her from everything as he rocks inside of her, gently fucking her to help her body cope with the drugs and the stress.
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As soon as Cain climbed on top of her, Reira pulled him into an embrace, needing the physical contact. He began kissing away her tears, and whispered soothing words of comfort to her. She couldn't ever remember being comforted in this way before. And even though she didn't know him, Reira felt as though she could trust him. The tears slowed, and she grew a little calmer.
Her legs fell open for him, and it was clear the drugs were doing their job: she was obviously ready. With a groan as her only warning, he slid his cock inside of her, and she cried out from the heightened explosion of feeling. Her body was tight and his length was large, and she moaned as he began to thrust.
Though it wasn't required of him, Cain continued to try and reassure her, even distract her. Even as her body's reactions continued to drive her crazy, she opened her eyes...and saw wings on him, white as fresh snow. Was she dreaming? No; her body had never felt this way before. This was all real. Stunned, her wide eyes found his. "You're an angel," she breathed. It wasn't a question.
As he continued to fuck her, Reira moved with him, trying to ease the need in both their bodies. Her little whimpers and gasps filled the room; never before had she felt so sensitive, her body so tender.
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When the woman began embracing him, he felt....it's warm, and then it's growing hot. He never been this close to another human being before. Either way, he continued rocking inside of her, and a part of him hoped by working together like this, this would end their tonight's torment. His cock easily disappears inside of her slick, wet heat, easing the tension that coils inside of her body, as his length stretched her slowly apart, and in return give her the drug heighten sensations of pleasure.
"Mm-hm. Something like that. That's why they trapped me and you here." He then hushed her, soothing her with gentle kisses on the lips. "So if we don't work together, they might kill us." That's a possibility.
It's a difficult to hold his wings out for long, as his only intent is to show her briefly that he isn't human, and then retracted his wings back to his back.
As their bodies connected and melted into each other, he seeks her hips, his hand feel her legs and have both of her legs wrapped around his waists as he goes deeper, and deeper, until his cock hits and push against her cervix, and that's how deep he's penetrating her when her body adjust to his length.
"No boyfriend huh? Is there anyone you miss back home?" From her throat, he press his kisses against her heaving breast, licking and sucking the peak of her tits, giving both attention.
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Cain gently kissed her on the lips, and also warned her of the possible consequences of not working together. It hadn't seriously occurred to her that they might be killed. Would their captors do that, after all the trouble they had gone to, acquiring and experimenting on them? Reira didn't know. All she knew was that she didn't want to die.
His hands moved to her hips, urging her to wrap her legs around them. She did, and moaned as his thrusts went even deeper into her body. How could he continue to talk in this situation? Reira could barely think straight.
"Yes," she said, voice strained. But she didn't talk about who. Her mind drifted briefly to Naoki, and Ren, and Takumi. Especially Takumi. She closed her eyes and pushed those thoughts away; they were too painful.
His kisses went from her throat to her chest, and Reira writhed beneath him as he licked and sucked at her nipples. She still clung to him, desperate and needy, whimpering, body winding tight. Then she simply couldn't take it any more. Her back arched and her muscles tightened around him as she came hard, crying out, the most intense pleasure of her life zinging through her body, leaving her gasping for air.
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Cain could barely think straight either. His mind muddled, made drowsily by the drugs, and he's a creature who lived a long life. But for one thing for sure, he's melting deeply inside of this beautiful woman - entranced and bewitched even, that his pity for her turned into mercy.
At first, he fucked her deeply, hard and rough, but over time, as things get hotter, he slow down, thrusting her a little more gentle, and slow down his thrust. "Yes? Yes...you must have missed them. I missed my family too."
Eventually, his breath is getting raspy, his blonde bangs cling to his face, as he watches her in the dim lit, dark room. "Coming close..." He warns as his hands clawed on the thin mattress, nails threatening to claw into the fabric, almost tearing the sheets, and his gentle thrusting becomes faster and harder again until - she finally came, finding her relief and pleasures in waves, in which he felt it too, rippling through his body, as he spilled his seed deep inside, filling up her womb.
With a rumble of a purr, he kissed her passionately, tongue slide inside her mouth to taste her. He wonder if she's tired enough or she still feel the need and they need a second round. "Are you okay?" He said, asking to check if she's still craving it or she desires rest.
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Reira felt him come inside of her, filling up her womb with his hot seed. This is what they wanted, she couldn't help but think to herself. Their captors wanted her pregnant. They wanted this stranger to father her child, and some of those drugs that had been pumped into her system would ensure that. She had no say in any of it, she was simply being used, like breeding stock, they were breeding her like some sort of common animal...
Cain suddenly kissed her passionately, stopping her train of thought. His tongue slid inside her mouth, tasting her, and without thinking she did the same. It helped to ground her, distract her from those depressing thoughts, preventing her from completely panicking.
"I...my body feels better," she admitted. The sex had taken the edge off; the desire was still there, but not so strong. "Thank you. For helping me," Reira said quietly, clearly ashamed.
Without thinking she moved to pull him close to her in an embrace, wanting to be held, but she caught herself just in time. Cain had been generous and kind, but he was here against his will, too. She had to fight what their captors wanted, what the drugs encouraged. He surely didn't need a weak woman clinging to him like that. "Are you okay?" she asked instead.
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