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. |
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brigitte fitzgerald | ginger snaps (2) | ota
kobe | pink sniper | m/f
Bubble | Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets | OTA
On the same note, she can have a dick, a vagina, or both. ]
mantis | gotg vol 2 | ota
Also, if you're in to breeding prompts - ]
[ There can't be that many beings in the universe. Space seems so wide, so lonely. Maybe we are really alone. Long nights alone on Ego's planet had nurtured many such a thought in Mantis' mind as a hatchling. Ego said - and Ego's word, of course, was law - that there were planets beyond the stars she could see, all teeming with life, crying out to become one with him. She'd never questioned him, not openly, no matter how she felt after years of seeing nothing but his face and her own two hands. Even after meeting the Guardians and, with their help, rescuing herself from her former master's despotism, she had a hard time wrapping her head around being truly present with others.
Today, she'd been forced to process two closely related facts:
1. There were, at least, enough beings at home in this galaxy to fill a giant stadium with frothing, exuberant fans ready for bloodsport, and
2. A race of aliens was immune to her empathic abilities, leaving her powerless against her captors and relegated to their whims. Currently, their whims included: her being both the prize and the honoree of the furious tournament raging before her, her being "the mitochondrial eve of a new era," and her being less content with the way her day was going than she was when she woke up this morning. In a debatable order.
Gamora, in the kindest way the green woman could muster, had occasionally accused Mantis of being a doormat (though, these days, Mantis would probably be considered a doormat who could bunch up under someone's feet and throw them through a glass door if they threatened its companions), but she could only take so much. And seeing her newest ally be forced to deal finishing blow after finishing blow in a gladiatorial showdown was far too much. ]
Him! [ With a lurch towards the huge, wolflike creature to her side that appeared to be the leader of this pack of superstitious, violent bunch, Mantis cried out and pointed wildly at the person in the center of the ring. ] Him - he is the one I choose!
[ ooc the second: This starter is vaguely set up like a certain movie that came out recently. You might have heard of it. Here, the winner of a series of interplanetary games earns the honor of impregnating the celestial madonna figure; only, oops, somehow the folks in charge have mistakenly pegged poor Mantis as that role.
(Mantis, who also might have been harboring a Mantis-flavored little crush on her new friend, might not mind as much as one would think, again because human mores =/= alien customs.)
Any and all MCUs, no matter the team, origin, or species, are welcome. Crossovers can come, too. If this scenario's not to your tastes, I can also whip up something else along the lines of the prompt of your choosing. ]
rogue ● x-men: evolution ● ota
This will be an overload for her senses since she usually doesn't touch people. I'm interested in all breeding/mating aspects, especially lactation, body modification, addiction, fondness towards mates, animalistic behavior, impregnation, and anything along those lines. Really, anything up there is legit. )
Seras Victoria || Hellsing || F/M
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Luckily (or perhaps not so luckily) she won't by wondering about her current situation for much longer. The lights turn on with the flick of a switch, likely blinding her for a moment due to their intensity, before a man walks into view. He's wearing a suit and overcoat, with a brimmed hat casting a shadow over his eyes. As such, it's hard to get a read on him. That smile isn't exactly warming one's heart, though.]
Seras Victoria, yes? My name is Hazama. I'm here to help with a specific mission of sorts that you've been...ah...volunteered for, shall we say.
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When her eyes finally adjusted, she looked up at him, her eyes narrowing.]
Why was I brought here?
[Her voice was low and laced with anger and her eyes flashed a dangerous red.]
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Right to the point, I see. I'd admire that. Though I doubt it'll last once I answer the question.
[His voice has a smarmy tone to it. It's clear he's enjoying himself quite a bit through his weak facade of politeness. Circling around her, he surveys her like a snake might be wont to do before it strikes.]
To put it simply, you've been brought here to be bred. Crazy, right? What with the whole vampire thing. Sadly it doesn't really stop our best researchers from doing what they do.
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[She wasn't afraid to let him know that either. She pulled at the ropes again, not caring if she injured herself as long as she could get out. She wasn't a piece of meat and she was going to cause a lot of trouble for this place.]
I'm already dead. Dead bodies can't have children.
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Ah heh. Maybe you didn't hear me the first time? Or perhaps I just wasn't clear enough. Guess I'll just have to break it down real slow for ya this time. Try to keep up, okay? I really do hate repeating myself.
[Standing up straight and clearing his throat, he makes as if he was about to speak, before grabbing her by the hair and locking eyes. Although they appeared to be closed before they're open now; glowing an unholy golden color.]
It. Doesn't. Matter. If my scientists want some creepy little undead freaks running around, they'll get it done. You'd be surprised how well magic and science go together. What you can do when you know what you're doing.
[He lets her go.]
That make sense to you, blondie? Am I speaking words you can follow?
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I will make sure that you don't survive this. My master will be searching for me and he will slaughter everyone in this place.
[She was sure that Alucard would do just that once he realized that she had been taken, but she didn't know how long it would take for him to find her.
She pulled harder at the ropes, hoping that they would snap soon and she could get a head start the fighting.]
Nickov // Original Character // M/M
Leanne | Fire Emblem | M/F
Reyson | Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance