The stables in spring

[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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Byakuren Hijiri | Touhou | F/*

[byakuren_hijiri]

[[Byakuren is a veteran mare, with plenty of pregnancies to her name. She's so placid that she barely needs drugging, and has a knack for calming down the more wild new males or easing the shock for a new female. Even if they aren't out of their minds, she'll do anything they want to make them feel good and make their stay a little more pleasant. Obviously this puts a bit of a lighter shade on the setting, but that's just the sort of person she is, so if you want to use the setting without going infinite-darkness here's a chance.

I'm fine with breastfeeding (she could also be a secondary drug delivery system, when newcomers only have one sources for a meal/drink), impregnation (though not sex while visibly showing), and perhaps other things, just ask.]]

Jack Harkness | Doctor Who/Torchwood | M/*

[chronosexual]

[ kink list. If you want a 'maybe', feel free to msg. ]

Jack has been in and out of many of these stalls for quite some time. Sitting in his stall, lounging against the back wall, he looks tired, but when he sees a potential customer pass, he lifts his head and offers a handsome smile.

On the surface, he might not be much to look at, but one look at his plaque will let any potential renters or buyers know that he is more than hardy, and can take a lot of punishment and hard work. Despite his outwardly fragile human frame, he is fairly fit, and happy to take on any customers who might grant him some freedom outside this awful cell, even if only for a short time.

[whitecourtqueen]

Lara Raith strolled through the stable, pausing from time to time to examine the placards outside the doors. The cut of her white power suit spoke of her wealth, and the sway of her hips had turned more than a few heads as she strode past; her designer pumps lifting her both literally and figuratively above the comparable squalor of her surroundings. She stopped outside Jack's stall, her eyes glinting with interest as she returned his smile.

Though he appeared to be merely human, her supernatural senses told her there was more to him than met the eye--and it intrigued her very much.

"I'm looking for someone special," she said, beckoning for him to come closer. If he approached, he would more than likely notice that her eyes turned an inhuman silver color when her lust was arpused. "Someone who can withstand my...appetite. Do you think you might be up for the job?"

[chronosexual]

It wasn't always that someone smiled back at him, but he was grateful when they did. Particularly if it was someone looking to buy. He didn't need to be told to stand when she stopped outside his stall, and in fact, he was more than glad to have an excuse to stretch and move around. Her silent command to approach was all he needed.

"I suppose that all depends, doesn't it?" He asked on his approach. His fingers wound around the bars that separated them, but he leaned in just the same, his smile unfaltering. He liked attention, especially from someone who was at once so familiar, but so different as well. "On what it is you're hungry for." He laughed a little. "Though, if you're here, I think I can at least fashion something of a guess. How hungry are you?"

[whitecourtqueen]

She hardly expected his to resist approaching her. There were very few people who did. But it was nice to see he didn't need much coaxing. "I feed on energy," she said, running her fingertips across his knuckles. "My prefered method is physical contact. Sex."

She saw no need to be shy about it, since he could probably guess as much. She imagined that most people who came shopping at a place like this were looking for sex as well, "And I'm always hungry. So hungry that most ordinary are men won't last the night, if I were to truly indulge myself." She smiled, licking her lips. "Does that frighten you?"

[chronosexual]

There was little that Jack could do to hide the light shiver that ran through him at her touch. And it was nice to have her be forthcoming with her needs -- not all were so generous, after all. Jack had had his essence drained before, and it had killed him, but the fact that he was here speaking with her was enough of a testament to show that he could handle it. At least to himself.

"Not really," he shrugged a shoulder. "I'd much rather you take me for that than try to literally eat me alive. I don't like those customers." There was a thought in his mind that he might be little more than a pantry for her, but if he were treated well enough, there would certainly be worse ways to spend his time. "However hungry you might be, I can assure you that I've survived much more ravenous beings than you can imagine." His smile stretched wide. "And they didn't even have the courtesy of getting me off first."

[whitecourtqueen]

"Oh, you'll enjoy this," she said, leaning toward him suggestively. "I promise. And I'll do me best to be...gentle, when I can. I intend to keep you around for a good, long while, if I do take you home." She wanted more than just a single serving lover, after all.

"I thought it only fair to warn you, I may not be the easiest person to live with." No pun intended.

[chronosexual]

"Oh, there's an 'if'?" Jack couldn't help but to laugh a little. That was a pretty new one. He usually at least saw rentals at the very least. "I hadn't realised I was on a trial basis here."

Well, with any luck, this would be easier to deal with than many others who might want to exploit his gift. "That's very kind of you, but you don't look like the type of woman who would want to cause much harm. I mean, you said it yourself, right? You're hungry? Can't find a good source of food?" He leaned heavy against the bars. "What can I do to prove I might be good enough to keep around?"

[whitecourtqueen]

"Looks can be deceiving," she said with a laugh, "Especially looks like mine. But you're right, it doesn’t pay to kill off my food supply, if I can help it." She wasn’t above killing to survive, if she was badly injured, but she wasn't wasteful. And she didn't kill for sport.

"I have plenty of options, but they're all just...appetizers," she said, "I suppose the only way to see how you compare would be to take you home, regardless." And whatever happened, at least he'd be able to get out of his cage for a night. "What do you say?"

[chronosexual]

"I think that it's very generous of you to ask me," there was a touch of fondness in his voice. "Not everyone does. It's a nice change of pace, if I might say so." Jack paused and looked her over for a moment. She didn't look particularly cruel, but he had been deceived before, and he knew that a person's appearance often had little to do with what was in their heart.

"May I ask some questions of my own?" In here, he was as good as property, and what right did property have to ask questions of a customer? "Just a few. Nothing too personal, just some for my own curiosity's sake."

[whitecourtqueen]

"You may ask," she said, nodding. She might decline to answer, but he'd been polite thus far. It wouldn't cost her anything to hear him out. If it made him a more willing participant, so much the better.

"What would you like to know?"

Konoka Konoe (and Setsuna Sakurazaki) | Mahou Sensei Negima | F/F/*

[im_gonna_heal_u]

[[Anything non-extreme goes, provided that you don't drive a wedge between them, and they get to dress the part (for example, sexy gimpwear, pony/petgirl, or even full monster girl if you like)]]

Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf - M/M

[runningwithwolves]

Loki | MCU

[slytrickster]

[Kink list is here. M/F unless it's another Hiddleston character.]

Dr. Jonathan Crane | The Dark Knight Trilogy | M/F

[onlyfearitself]

[Haven't played him in forever, but I'll give it a go. Kink List Feel free to ask about other stuff.]

Thor Odinson | MCU | m/m

[asgardsthunder]

[kid_flash_found]

[ooc: care to go again with thunder and lightning?]

Bart could barely think when he was unceremoniously shoved into the new stall. His whole body felt like it was burning from the inside out, begging to be filled. He'd heard them comment about him, call him a mare, joking about how he needed to get ready.

The previous stall had been an experience he'd read about in animal husbandry, and only jeering comments had made it seem real. A 'teaser' male, not a stud. The creature had been well-endowed, and almost mindless, and Bart hadn't managed to resist for long, as his condition seemed to deteriorate. The treatment left him sweaty and strung out, whimpering with unfulfilled need.

That need made him hyperaware of the other person in this stall, this one smelling utterly masculine, capable of helping. He prayed the help would let him think again, even if it seemed to involve sex. If Bart could have moved without assistance, he would have flung himself at the other man. Glazed yellow eyes took in his form, that huge frame making him whine in a needy way that should have been beyond embarrassing.

"Please?" he breathed out, a thready, mewling sound he barely recognized.

[asgardsthunder]

[ooc: yesss. bring Bart here so Thor can give him some lovin']

Thor couldn't remember how he possibly ended up in the hands of these vile human beings, or how long he has been here. Everything leading up to being locked away in this cage like an animal had either been a blur or just impossible to recall. What was worse was that he could barely sense the connection with his magical warhammer.

It was weak and so was he for the most part. Once he felt the vitality of an actual god, now felt as vulnerable as these mortals who'd been forcing a experimental cocktails down his throat and into his veins.

From what he could tell, he was one of a few prized trophies being kept here, used for breeding and other experimentations. That much was easy to tell.

The pleading whimper made him finally stand from where he sat watching the small man, no... a boy? He pitied him; no one deserved this sort of treatment, and it looked as though he had been given the rough end of the stick, especially if he was thrown in here with Thor. He lifted the kid onto his shoulder with barely any effort - maybe he wasn't as weak as he thought - and dropped him onto the padded cot he'd been given. Benefits of being a prized stallion?

"You stink like...like..." Whatever they had done to him, Thor's sense of smell had been enhanced, able to smell those subtle human mating pheromones that often drove him into a frenzy. "Someone else has had you." And not long ago, either. His nose wrinkled and he leaned away, no longer draped over the boy, though, his cock was stone stiff and he was needing profusely.

[kid_flash_found]

Being picked up like that, manhandled as if he weighed nothing made Bart want to melt, to wrap that strength around him like a shield. The man smelled good, male, strong, fertile, unlike the almost sick undertones of the teaser that had been at him for so long. Those words made him tremble with fear of rejection, though.

"Teaser," he said, softly, his eyes glued on the figure in front of him, that huge cock so perfect and ready. "Wasn't real, wasn't...said it was to make me ready."

Ready to be impregnated, bred, filled. He wanted that so much Bart felt half-mad with the need. It made him try to sit up, to reach for that length just out of easy reach.

"Rather smell like you," he added, a dreamy smile creeping across his face without his knowledge. "Full of seed, ripe, ready to breed..."

If he were in his right mind, Bart would be horrified, but he had a hard time thinking past the blazing heat, the need they'd instilled in him. He should be angry, afraid, eager to escape, not wanting to feel that strong body plunder every inch of him. The teaser had done his job, bringing the slight male to a state of estrus that would have him flinging himself on the nearest fertile male if his body would cooperate.

[asgardsthunder]

Rather smell like you. Yes, well, Thor also preferred that over the rancid undertones he was now forced to deal with. Would it really have killed the foul bastards to have cleaned the boy off? Still, every word he spoke was like a beckoning call. He couldn't hope to deny him...

It's been so long since the last time, and even that hadn't been satisfying since the useless mare he'd been given struggled to take his entire length. They eventually came in and dragged the sniveling thing out.

Thor leaned back over the kid, his large cock falling between his legs, and shoved his face to Bart's neck, inhaling deep to try and seek out the boy's natural scent. He shivered blissfully when he found it, licked up the boy's neck and the side of his face, then nuzzled the other side of his neck. Eventually he marked his entire body until all that filled the air were their cloying scents tied to one another.

He gave no warning as he took hold of the other's legs in one hand, raised them up to expose that already used hole, then shoved his massive cock inside oh so deep. Thor groaned out loud as he worked every inch into Bart, his inner walls gripping tightly at Thor despite being "prepared" in the previous stall. "Gods...!"

[kid_flash_found]

Bart shivered under the touch against skin made almost too sensitive by need, moaning as the stud claimed every inch of him, weaving their scents together until he was unable to do more than feel. He'd half-expected the stud to fall on him like the teaser had, plundering his hole relentlessly, not this almost gentle claiming. He reached to touch what he could, wishing to explore, to see him fully.

Then the golden giant spread his legs and took him, and Bart cried out. The stud was better endowed, something that really sank in as he was filled so completely, so perfectly that it drove all other thoughts from his mind, not that he had many with the haze of drugs and need coursing through his body. It was nearly enough to have him coming just from that feeling alone, but he needed more. Bart reached out, shifting his hips and gripping the man's hips, urging him onward.

"More, gods, please, don't stop," he said, a flow of babbling encouragement that would have had his skin struggling to match his hair in embarrassment had he realized half the things he was saying. He imagined what it would be like, bulging with this man's seed until there was too much to hold, to be bred like the mare they called him, growing round with child. And that was what he said, brain-to-mouth filter completely disengaged as he urged his stud on with words and movements.

[asgardsthunder]

That had come as a shock to the demigod; it wasn't often that the mares meant to be bred by him begged for more, rather they begged the opposite. What was more is how much that need and desire that burned within the boy sparked an inferno that propelled Thor's own arousal. He's never been wanted and needed like this before, least of all here among these animals.

"More--" he grunted back, moving his hips to slam them down into his newest lover. Whatever those scientist have done, they were successful. Thor was convinced this one was meant to be his, to be filled and then swell with his child. The way his hips pumped in and out, his body was already way ahead of him of making that happen. Thor wanted that and needed to see it through. This young man was his, from curly, tousled mop of auburn hair to his toes, he belonged to Thor.

"Hold onto me." Thor husked, completely enthralled by the sounds of the obscene wetness and clapping sounds each dive he pushed his cock into Bart's willing body.

[kid_flash_found]

He'd been more than half-mad with the need to be bred, to be taken by the strongest stud there, and this, this was better than he could have dreamed, wrapping his legs around that trim waist to lock them even tighter together. Bart was nearly vibrating with the intensity of their joining, fingers digging into his back, clawing as he tried to do as his mate desired.

It felt right, to be taken so hard and deep that he could feel the weight and slap of heavy balls against his ass with every stroke, back bowing as his eyes slid half-closed, heat and pleasure climbing higher with every thrust. They'd made him ache for this, his body twisting with their alterations as the scientists did their work, but nothing had prepared him for it to feel, well, good. More than good, really.

"Anything you want," he breathed, meaning it. "Everything you want." He wanted this man in a way he'd never imagined wanting anything, needed him. Bart doubted there was any request the other could make that he wouldn't crawl over broken glass to fulfill.

[asgardsthunder]

Good? It felt more than good, better than satisfactory-- it all felt so exceptional that Thor could compare it to no other tryst no matter how tight their ass or how wet their pussy. This random union went far beyond the physical; it did things to the god mentally and emotionally, hell, spiritually even. And before he knew it, they were both upright, the younger male's back pinned to the wall, his body plunged by an enormous, godly cock.

For the first time, Thor felt grateful for this place. A shock, indeed, and something he never thought would ever happen, but as he howled his pleasure, reaming that poor boy against the wall like a desperate beast in heat, he felt nothing but gratitude for being able to experience this. The stall was no longer here, this body body felt so good wrapped around him, nails biting into his skin, that he felt as though he had moved onto another plane of existence entirely - as if he were flying through the Bifrost that very moment.

[kid_flash_found]

The slam against the wall had him seeing stars for a split-second, feeling like he was caught on the edge of orgasm as thoroughly as he was spitted on that insanely huge cock. Whatever else this place had in store for them, he didn't care as long as he could be near this man, this paragon of everything he'd needed. He felt so full, so right, but it wasn't quite enough.

"Come for me, fill me, please," Bart urged, clenching a little to feel the burn as he was stretched so wide, so open. He needed this, needed everything the golden god could give him. It made him reach up, pulling the man's mouth to his, straining to claim him as thoroughly as he could. He wanted to mark every inch of skin he could reach, to make undeniable the way they were meant to be together, completed by each other.