With perfect breeding

[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.]

Comments

mantis | gotg vol 2 | ota

[innerbeauty]

[ Yes, good, this is my shameless shit.

Into everything presented here aside from vaginas on male characters, mpreg, or straight up snuff or scat/watersports. All else is a-okay.

Current with the MCU, if it matters. ]

Hannah | Kuroshitsuji II | M/F or Futa/F

[palindrome]

[Hannah's a bunny girl - with ears and a tail, but more or less humanoid - and as such she feels compelled to breed like a rabbit. She needs a mate with a lot of increased stamina. As a bunny girl, though, she is especially flighty, so her mate will either have to pin her down and assert their dominance, or have a handler lock her in the stocks so she can be fucked without trying to bolt. Dubcon is a given with this one, but Hannah could calm down once her mate has her firmly in hand. Open to any males or futas, from out of control studs to frustrated handlers. Would prefer no weight gain, excessive semen, watersports, gore or lactation, but minor decrease in reasoning, rough sex, and enlarged genitals are fine. OCs are welcome. Any other questions feel free to ask!]

[sexysuccubus]

(Still up to continuing our other thread, but I would enjoy tossing Kurumu at Hannah for this one too and okay with the nos you have set up here! Any other kinks/prefs you would consider or do the ones from our other thread work fine for you too?)

[palindrome]

[Yes! Getting back to you on that one! As for this thread, I'm looking for more physical dominance than hypnotic coercion. If that suits you then definitely let's also do a thread here! Maybe Kurumu is another breeding animal who has extra energy to expend, or a handler who wants to break in her charge? If that kind of thing sounds good, then yes!]

[sexysuccubus]

(Sure! Kurumu would definitely wanna breed with Hannah in this situation and will dominate her thoroughly. Did you wanna make a starter or should I?)

[palindrome]

[Go for it!]

Re: Hannah | Kuroshitsuji II | M/F or Futa/F

[for_redemption]

[Would you be up for a thread?]

[palindrome]

[Sure! If you have an idea for a starter you can go ahread!]

[for_redemption]

[One thing he likes about animals is that they're a lot easier to interact with than people. Some need a little love, some need a little bit of a firmer hand, some need a little more T.L.C than most. Hannah, a lovely, lovely rabbit he picked up and tamed is one such creature. Most of the time, she's well behaved and very docile and pleasant to be around. Today however, she's skittish, hyper active, and well, really really on edge. He gets that rabbits are prey animals but, this is getting silly. Time for a little strong arming, and by a little he means chase her down and try to keep her steady whilst he gets answers.

So there he is, seated before the television and flicking through channels. While it looks like he's watching, he is actually using his peripherals to keep watch for Hannah. Now, where are you - you little bunny rabbit you?]

[palindrome]

[Unable to remember anything beyond life in the breeding stables, it's no wonder that Hannah sometimes gets skittish in the normalcy of home life. Not that she had been successful as a breeder - one reason why her owners were so ready to let Richter buy her was her flighty temperament. Her new owner has taken time taming her, but there's still that anxious nature of hers, making her shy away from him at inopportune times.

She knows she should be perched in his lap like a good little pet, but right now she's peeking past the door frame from the other room, heart racing as she watches him watch TV. Maybe he won't notice her...]

[for_redemption]

[She was a little hard to spot since there were so many possible places she could be hiding. When he does, he turns up the volume of the TV just a bit to mask how he rises slowly from the couch. Once he's ready, he shuts off the idiot box and immediately bolts from his seat before the remote could even hit the floor.

He doesn't want to harm her, but he's pretty damn sure this will startle her but if it gets him result he'll do what's necessary. He'll quickly round the corner of the door on leap and wrap his arms around Hannah and drag her onto the floor, making sure she doesn't get hurt then gently pin her down.]

Stop running.

[palindrome]

[The increase in volume from the TV hurts Hannah's long, sensitive rabbit ears, so she turns away from the doorway, unable to see Richter rise from the couch as well as hear him. Then the noise stops, and Hannah lets go of her ears, cautiously raising them up to listen for some indication that her owner is approaching. He's too fast for her, though, and has his arms around her before she can bolt. She struggles as he pulls her to the floor, squirming in his arms as panic makes her heart beat at hummingbird speed.]

Let me go!

[It's disobedient of her to behave this way, but fear clouds her judgment. She's not strong enough to throw him off, but she doesn't stop moving, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.]

[for_redemption]

[Her struggling was expected, but seeing how adamant she is about running away was disappointing and a little hurtful. Also upsetting.]

No! I'm not letting you go until you tell me why you've been running away from me, Hannah!

[He's upset, yes, but he still cares. His grip on her never tightens or becomes in anyway painful, but it is firm and present to make her feel that there is some sort of care in his actions.]

[palindrome]

I don't know! I don't know!

[Deep down Hannah knows that her owner cares, but such are the difficulties of rabbits. Once she's worked up into a panicked state, the only thing that'll calm her down is to be held down and fucked until she's too tired to move. It's one reason why so few bunnies exist in the breeding experiments - they are a lot of work to keep healthy and calm. She wants to be obedient and follow her owner's directions, but the panic has set in and all she wants to do is flee.]

Please help, I can't calm down.

[for_redemption]

[He raises an eyebrow at that. Can't calm down? As in, she didn't want to be this flighty? He looks at her and touches her forehead, not sick, her neck, pulse is a little erratic but she is struggling under him, then he leans to her neck and he catches a very subtle scent but that maybe musk or perfume. His brow furrows and he digs up some information in his head, it takes a minute but it clicks.]

Oh. Oh now I remember.

[The breeders told him about this. So this is what they meant. He lets out a relieved sigh, before he smiles at her.]

Okay. I'll help you now.

[With that he leans in and kisses her, forcing his tongue between her lips to coil with her tongue. He also slips a hand under her shirt to fondle her breast, lightly pinching her nipple and rotating it with his thumb. This was for her, but he thinks he's gonna enjoy this too.]

[palindrome]

[Hannah makes a muffled sound of protest against his mouth, the furry ears on top of her head standing alert as he kisses her and gropes her breast. It's an amazing thing he even allowed her to wear clothes, given the typical attitudes towards the breeding animals, but this rough but loving treatment is exactly what she expects and desires right now.

She squirms, trying to arch away from his touch, but there's a flush in her cheeks as her body goes into heat. It's awful battling the flight reflex against her need for sex, but Hannah is lucky to have an owner in Richter, and trusts that despite her resistance, he'll soon have her feeling more like herself.]

[for_redemption]

[She's still resisting, probably her need to run from him kicking in. It's a little annoying but he still has enough strength to keep her pinned. He leans in more to the kiss to make her feel and taste him, his hand also squeezes her breast. He has to admit that he's really pleased with Hannah physically, ethereal in appearance but very satisfying and luscious to the touch.

His fingers practically sink into her full and soft breast. When he feels himself start to run out of air, he releases her from the kiss but not before he sucks a little more on her tongue to try and leave her breathless. He'll apologize later for being a little forceful, but he figures she needs this roughness right now more than a gentle master.]