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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bakerstreet2018-05-05 11:27 am
mantis | mcu | ota
"Happy ending," huh?
Anyway, playing out the impregnation angle is A+. I also dig, of the listed kinks:
-Increased fertility
-Heightened libido to the point of sex addiction
-Decrease in inhibitions and morals to the point of shamelessness
-Acceptance of their situation
-Increased stamina
-Some degree of territorial behavior
-Loyalty/fondness for their mates
-Expansion of hips and rear
-Semen addiction
-Increased semen production to levels previously impossible for their species
-Genital enlargement
-Desire for sex with beings outside their own species/non-humanoids
-Oral fixation
Can also do this one, but I know it's a squick for some folks so I can take it or leave it:
-Decrease in intelligence, some to such an animal-like state that speech capacity is gone ]
Re: mantis | mcu | ota
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Let's do it!
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He looked around, trying to find any way out of there. That's when he noticed he wasn't alone. He felt his face grow warm and turned away. It was the most he could do to keep some semblance of decency. The simple movement drew his attention to his growing arousal. He determinedly looked at the wall, face expressionless. He usually just waited until it passed on its own but he wasn't alone now. And it was growing stronger, harder to ignore. He closed his eyes, moaning against his will.
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I'd adore playing this angle with him, especially if we timeskip forward a little so that they've already "fooled around" a bit but are now pushed over the edge into full bonding fuckery.
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I'm 100% into starting a little further into things, where they're already mostly bonded and pretty deep in the mindfuckery that gotta along with it. I'm not sure how you wanted to handle their abilities - I'm thinking Bruce is probably inhibited by the drugs so he can't transform, but I'm okay with whatever!
I also wanted to mention that I haven't seen Infinity War yet and I'd rather avoid spoilers if that's okay! Other than that, let me know if there's anything you want to do or avoid and I can write us a starter :) ]
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So. Of course, I'm keen to keep them. Bruce's will probably have to be nerfed.
(Unless we want Hulk mingling with him mentally - or possibly physically, to a lesser degree - if we're evil.)
Totally cool with no IW spoilers. I also don't have any tastes I haven't outlined, I think. I am disturbingly easy going. Start us away! ]
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[ He's lost track of how long they've been trapped in this place. Months? Maybe a year? Since most of their time is spent in dark rooms, he can't keep track of the sun passing, or what season it is outside the cool concrete walls of the Facility. Of course, by this point, he doesn't really care how long it's been; the drugs have worked their wonders, and the only thing he really, truly wants is to be with his mate.
He wraps an arm around her now, pulls her closer so he can feel the combined warmth of their flesh, still sticky from their earlier copulation. She feels so small against him; it makes the protective urge within his chest grow even stronger. When he was first brought to this place, he never thought he'd develop such strong emotions so quickly, especially since they'd barely known one another beforehand.
But here they are: mates, hopefully for life, ready to do as they're told for the good of the beings who paired them up and pumped them full of hormones. Bruce feels sated for the moment, but he knows that hunger will rise inside of him again soon. It always does.
A rattling at the door to their room (he'd once called it a cell) indicates their quarterly meal has arrived. They're fed relatively often, to keep their stamina reserves high. The food smells good, salty and full of protein, but he doesn't feel like getting up from their nest-like pile of blankets and pillows just yet. Instead he presses a few soft kisses to the back of Mantis' neck, full of affection and something that would be love, if their situation weren't so twisted. ]
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Unless she's with Bruce. And, especially, with Bruce, physically.
At first, he'd been one of the strongest sources of danger! danger! screams to her instinct, his anger barely contained though never directed at her. He always seemed at war with himself in a way Mantis couldn't fathom. No. Not himself. "The Other Guy." The...Hulk, who'd she'd never seen but had been told was big and green and could squash her like a bug. Thankfully - for both of them, she'd just begun to appreciate her life for what it was, bug or no - he'd allowed her to quell his fury in what ways she could.
Awakened now, she turns toward him, eyes taking in the map of his features as if this is the first time she's ever seen him. This eccentricity is not unique for her; her regard for him is constantly laced with wonder.
Perhaps it's a form of love for her, as strange as this place itself. ]
All right?
[ Words are dusty on her tongue. In here, there's no real need for them, which sounds contradictory to everything but simply is. Cut off from the rest of the world, the two of them are less alone than they've possibly ever been.
Without the permission she doesn't need, she reaches up to trace his temple, his cheekbone, his lips, before she buries her fingers in his hair and arches upward to kiss his forehead. He likes that.
She likes that, too.
A sense of contentment lights through her body, gleaning what he feels. She feels (for herself, not some reflection) that, too. Feeling completely, utterly safe in his arms...how amazing the idea alone is. It's being one with him, with his strength and how he feels.
For her. For her and no one else, despite how hardly fathomable that is.
Long ago, galaxies away on Ego's planet, she'd wanted to leave and knew she shouldn't. Same story, reverse ending: she should want to leave this place. Every fiber of her doesn't.
Luckily, Mantis doesn't understand cosmic humor. ]
Severus Snape | Harry Potter | M/M
-Decrease in intelligence, some to such an animal-like state that speech capacity is gone
-Masochism
All else is ok. MPREG especially.]
Ajax | Deadpool | M/M
Nickov // Original Character // M/M