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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Trip | DRAMAtical Murder | M/M
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[ Izuku doesn't know what this place is, or how he got here. All he remembers is walking home one night and having someone suddenly take hold of him from behind and press a cloth to his face. Whatever was in the cloth made him black out, and when he woke up... well, he was here.
He's lost track of time, because the room they're keeping him in has no windows. There's hay on the floor for some reason, but otherwise it's fairly nondescript, with stainless steel walls reaching to the ceiling and a single lightbulb giving off just enough light for him to make out the people who pass by. He's kept in by steel bars, and whatever they did to him while he was unconscious somehow made it impossible t use his Quirk to break out.
No one's spoken to him directly yet, but there have been people in lab coats coming in and out to take blood samples, to deliver food, and to inject him repeatedly with some strange, clear liquid. At first he didn't notice much difference, but today - after waking up from a fretful sleep - he suddenly feels much warmer than usual, to the point where he's had to shrug off most of the light, loose clothing they'd given to him.
He's sitting in the far corner of his cell when a tall, blond man approaches. At first Izuku expects him to just walk by, like most of the others, but this one actually stops and looks at him through the bars. His gaze is bright and intelligent, and for some reason Izuku suddenly feels more afraid than he has the entire time he's been here.
He doesn't speak just yet; he's learned that it usually results in silence. ]
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It's time once he's been injected with enough fluids and fed enough food to get him started. His body will be fixed properly soon enough, and he will obey every word that he's given.]
Up.
[He says when he gets to the bars of the stall and looks right at him, trying to catch his eye and let him know exactly what's going on here.
Izuku can try to fight. But Trip will stop him if he tries to go too far.]
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So, reluctantly, he does as he's told. His cheeks are flushed from the heat that's spreading through his skin, but he still manages to look distrustful. He doesn't approach the bars; he might be following this man's orders, but he's not going to do anything he hasn't been asked to. ]
Who are you? [ he asks, his voice low. ]
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[He says simply, looking through the bars at him and trying to catch his eye. He doesn't care if the boy knows his name or not, it's not as if he can do anything to him.]
Touch yourself.
[Izuku can ignore orders, but is it really in his best interest to? The man is sinister looking, and looks as if he could kill Izuku in a single breath if he had to.]
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The command catches him off guard, though, and the shock is apparent on his face. Even after all the injections, he never imagined this would be that kind of prison. ]
What? [ it's not said rudely; it's just the shock. He stares at Trip, eyes wide, as his brain tries to process what's going on. ]
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[Trip's words should be more than enough to properly scare Izuku into submission. To make him break down and give in like a proper animal should.]
Do it now.
[He's a dangerous man. And clearly has his own ideas of what he wants people to do for him.]
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Swallowing nervously, he looks away as one of his hands reaches down to curl around himself. He's never done this in front of anyone before, and this is far from an ideal situation. As he strokes himself slowly, though, the heat in his body begins to grow, and he's surprised to discover that he's somehow already starting to get hard. He keeps his eyes averted, though, not wanting to look at some stranger while masturbating. ]
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Slower. Touch your chest.
[His lips keep slipping out commands. And Izuku is commanded to listen closely.]
Mark Temple | Red vs. Blue | M/M
[I am interested in mpreg, sex with beings outside his species, expansion of the hips and rear, oral fixation, and him having a vagina.]
[I want it to be more dubconny than outright nonconny.]
[The scenario I like best is him mating with his assigned partner in the stalls.]
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Hishi Amazon | Uma Musume | OTA