u/Tylerisdead000

All Characters are 18+

Revenge drives a man farther than any ambition. That revenge that lays dormant inside you will see you through and lead to you getting your revenge on Shiloh and Sarah Wright. With the two of them ultimately ruining your entire high school life any chance they got. All while you couldn't do a thing about it. Shiloh was stronger than you, Sarah was damn near untouchable with her cunning, cunty attitude. That and they both had the social standings to leave you feeling helpless. A literal no one was never going to stop the captain of the football team AND the head cheerleader in a place like high school where who you were meant everything to everyone. So you survived. Imagining what it would've been like to get them back. And eventually like everything on this earth, high school had came and went ending with you where you started freshman year as. A nobody.

The following few years had you rebuilding yourself, understanding the world was more than one's reputation. You had come to terms with the fact high school was over and you were free of their torment. However the embers of hatred still was heated within. You became a better person through such hardships thrusted upon you as you were now proud of the man you had became. Enough so that after two years you weren't afraid of education anymore. The two of them made you deep down inside, afraid to go to college, afraid to be yourself. But you are strong. You are confident in yourself. So college was the next step in your life that had to be made. So the first few days of college only made you more exicted for the future. New friends were made, you were adjusting to your new classes, and it felt like nothing could stop your momentum. Until you had ran into them once more. A peaceful get together with new colleagues ruined by their arrival and their recollection of every embarrassing thing you had done. Describing how pathetic you were back in high school. It seemed they hadn't forgotten who you were. For they never changed like you did.

They were the same assholes as before. Throughout their life they went from stride to stride. Each new chapter in their life they coasted both from their family name and status. Along with their natural born talent. They truly were perfect. Revenge had been on your mind ever since meeting them. But deep down you had been jealous. You had been left to wonder why they were so perfect... why they were so.... attractive? Their lives appealing, their wealth abundant. You knew why people loved Sarah. No one could deny she wasn't a smoke show. Tits and ass far more perfect than any other classmates. But now as you stood face to face with Shiloh once more, with him trashing you in front of your new friends, with them lapping it all up. You noticed Shiloh laughing, his smile, his lips just as soft as his sisters looked. His now leaner twink like body, going from one note brick wall to versatile player on the field who looked like he could last forever on said field and in bed. You had to excuse yourself both to save you from either crying or ripping Shilohs head off. And to get yourself as far away from this new feeling you had developed in a blink of an eye. Jealously.

You had sat alone in your room. Glad your roomates had left for the night determined to drink the night away. Leaving you to stew the night away. Feeling like you were trapped in your own mind as it tossed you around like a load of laundry in the dryer. When you first stormed into your room you were ready to punch a hole in the wall. Then as you laid down not wanting to have to pay to fix the wall confident you would've torn it down. You just had to let these emotions wash over you like waves. Hatred to embarrassment. Sadness to questioning why you decided to go to college in the first place. Finally your mind settled down and settled onto one emotion, jealously only for that to go away within the hour. You no longer questioned why they had what they had. What you didn't have. Soon you had something other than jealously. You had a new emotion once more. Desire. That desire soon turned into a plan. A plan to get revenge. The night had you questioning alot of things. But not who you were and who you had become. Knowing the two of them probably continued to tear you down in front of your friends when you left had no longer bothered you. Just left you with the excitement that you may be able to prove that you were the better person. You may not have been able to beat them. But maybe you can own them. Show them the man you had become by having them become your boyfriend and girlfriend. Become your playthings...

Hey y'all have you ever wanted to get revenge on someone who made your high school life a living hell. Or does this bi fueled fantasy just make you rock hard? If you said yes to either of those questions then I would love to have you join me in this roleplay as you turn the tables. Bring two people down a peg. And make things right in the world. So send a chat my way if you are in fact interested in this rp. I would love to discuss direction further and plan out how you will do the impossible. Get the Cheerleader and her brother the Football Captian. Make them yours.

My kinks are as followed. Feel free to let me know what kinks you'd like to include, focus on, or exclude.

Romace, lust filled sex, dirty talk, spanking, groping, biting, intense make out sessions, hair pulling, nipple play, riding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, free use, degradation, humiliation, domination, feminization, teasing, size difference, cumplay, blackmail, body writing, outfit control, interracial, and a whole lot more.

My limits are.

Scat, watersports, feet, cbt, gore, and excessive/cruel abuse "a little is fine and I'd be down to discuss and draw a line".

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

CLASSIFIED DOSSIER — LEVEL OMEGA CLEARANCE REQUIRED

Name: D. Duvall.

Codename: "Silhouette"

Age: 34

Status: MIA

Affiliation: Central Intelligence Agency Special Activities Division

Before recruitment, Duvall’s life was painfully ordinary. Born in suburban Ohio to a middle-class family, he worked three years as an insurance claims adjuster being described as quiet, punctual, forgettable. Former coworkers also described him as "the kind of man you’d pass a hundred times without remembering his face." Psychological evaluators later determined this was precisely what made him valuable.

Following an internal CIA aptitude sweep, Duvall was identified as possessing extreme adaptive empathy, photographic behavioral retention, and an almost unnatural resistance to identity dissociation. Within six months of recruitment, he was transferred into a black-site espionage initiative focused on deep-cover infiltration and cognitive conditioning. Duvall voluntarily underwent experimental psychological restructuring designed to erase hesitation between assumed identities. Leaving him with the ability to take on any identity with such ease like it was like changing clothes. The process, part indoctrination, part brainwashing, allowed him to alter personality, speech patterns, body language, emotional responses, and ideological beliefs within seconds. Witnesses claim his transitions were so flawless it appeared as though the previous identity had never existed at all.

Agents assigned beside him reported prolonged exposure to be "deeply unsettling." Operationally however, Silhouette became one of the CIA’s most effective field assets. He infiltrated extremist cells, foreign intelligence circles, private military firms, and political organizations across four continents. Numerous successful operations remain heavily redacted, though internal assessments repeatedly describe him as "an irreplaceable strategic asset capable of becoming anyone."

Last confirmed contact occurred seventy-two hours after acceptance of Operation BLACK VEIL in the nation of [REDACTED].

Mission objective: [REDACTED].

Current status remains MISSING IN ACTION.

Final transmission received from Silhouette consisted of a single sentence:

"Deep down I feel like they know who I am, I don’t remember which one of me is in danger."

Last known alias he had taken for Project Blackveil was one Tatiana V. With the amount of possibilities of persona's under his sleeve it is believed D. Duvall will not been found unless the man makes his whereabouts known. Any relatives or associates not connected to Central Intelligence Agency Special Activities Division or any government body without proper authorization shall be given the cover story...

So what I am looking to accomplish is similar to a few roleplays I have seen on this app where a secret spy is discovered being transformed into someone unrecognizable from their prior self. With the rp devolving into a story where we follow the spy's new life. In my roleplay it will follow similar story beats but with a twist that my character Devall doesn't return home either as a shell of their former self or some bimbo. But as someone with some intense form of mulitple personality disorder. With what happening during Operation Blackveil breaking him it pieces and gluing his psyche back together with multiple versions of alter egos he had collected and new ones potential distilled into him after going MIA running rampant in his mind. His body being altered however we deem fit before his misson or after. For I do also want to include full on Mtf or if you're feeling adventurous have him end up as a transwoman.

We could either follow shortly after he has been made by whatever foreign force captures him. Drug lord, Brothel owner, world government, etc etc, as they figure out what to do with this new asset. Or with him mysteriously appearing back home either knowing who he was or being discovered while in some persona. Two different directions either being more serious and intense after being captured or something less intense with it taking on a slice of life type story as all his alter egos effect his normal life. We can do one or the other, mix and match, or brainstorm a direction you'd like to take this story. For I am flexible when it comes to roleplaying so if theres a story you'd want to tell, kink to include, or personality Devall would take. So feel free to reach out with a chat for further discussion.

As for kinks I am not looking to focus purely on one kink on my end. I am open to a whole lot of kinks and I'd love to hear what kinks you have and what kinks you'd like to include.

Limits however are set in stone.

Gore, Cruel Abuse, Watersports, Scat, Feet, and Scat.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

The wide open field the group had seem to have been traveling for ages seemed to have no end. The map had shown the fields should've not been this vast but nothing had felt right since our adventurers had left those remains of a long forgotten town. What had happened to the town remained a mystery for no one could recall knowing of any villiage in this area, not even a single piece of scrap paper or tomb to leave any sort of hint of what those ruins might've once been. Like it never had existed before. Or had been so long that time had left the village behind to be forgotten by all.

Or so the leader had thought for the mage had stumbled upon a book that might contain the answers or at least that is what the mage had thought. Such history was important to remember so they stored it in their pouch. Such a rare find must be kept safe after all so the mage waited for the camp to be set up for the night. For the others to find themselves deep in slumber. As the moment arrived, basked in the light of the only lit candle in camp the mage began to read what was within. At first it seemed the language to be so ancient not even a mage of such intelligence couldn't decipher its secrets but as they continued to read the text the language began to seem familiar to the mage enough so that they could make out only one of the first few pages of the hefty tomb.

"Ones ability to draw from the weave around them can be a struggle to maintain at an effective level. Not all can withold such magic within but our people have such a blessing that comes naturally to us, that other speices do not. We draw not from an external source but from ourselves our power grows. The elders want to keep such powers a secret but we know that our people and our intelligence are deteriorating. We won't be around forever. Other talented mages will find such an ability to be useful. I hope I am able to meet such a mage worthy to take this knowledge I write down in this book and use it to expand the world of magic to the whole world. If I am not there too shake their hand and share the power then I leave the written guide on how to learn on their own."

The next few hours before the weariness takes the mage into slumber were spent interpreting the text. Though in the mages mind it hadn't felt like they had processed any of the text but deep down they knew they had understood what they had been saying aloud. And as their eyes shut the rest of the body began its work reinvigorating the mage, the magic within had been infused with a foreign magic never used by a living soul for centuries. As it began to rework the body of the mage as a new organ began to develop above their crotch...

This is ultimately my dream roleplay playing out a story of someone transforming into a cow and all the kinky, depraved, fun that would come along with it. I would want to focus heavily on the aspects of turning into a cow so if that doesn't sit well with you feel free to pass on this prompt. It might get weird.

Now some of my posts really does boil down to "I rarely get to rp this kink of mine man I should write a story about this". And this this rp isn't breaking this trend. I want my own spin on the kink/story and I thought this was a fun idea. Playing out your fantasy story with magic and adventurers but almost making a new system to play around with in said story. For this rp I really want to play out this cowgirl fantasy and really get into it from mental changes to physical changes. What would it be like to change into a cow and play it out ten fold, amp it up if you will. Heavily focus on lactation and the growth of an udder. That aspect is a big thing for me. Not some small little pouch but growing a large fat udder that constantly drags my character down. Just buckets of milk coming out of them at the end. All while their mind becomes more simply at the end my character becoming and acting like if a cow grew sentience. Happening in a slow burn story as this new source of mana slowly grows and becomes more powerful.

That is where my concept and idea grows for this rp. Slowly the mage reads more about this power to turn milk into mana to cast spells. Slowly changing them into a new class in dnd. With this being a double edge sword as he mind becomes more dull and docile. This of course is where I mention how I'm not that into feral transformations so I will draw a line at the mage just becoming a cow. Have them have hooves, maybe a cow like face and body with it ultimately still looking humanoid. With a large udder not being able to be hidden under clothes letting people know this mage isn't some human. But a cow human hybrid. And might as well mention it here but I am down to either play a female or male mage. Either just focusing on turning into a cow or including a Mtf aspect to this rp.

So if this intrests you feel free to send a chat. I'd love to brainstorm a story and flesh out this transformation rp to make it the best possible rp for the both of us. So mention kinks you'd like to include or aspects you want to focus on. I'll be waiting.

My kinks are as follows.

Bovine Tf, udders, lactation, expansion, weight gain, unrealistic body proportions, hyper sizes, breasts turning into udders, large areolas, nipple expansion, mtf, iq loss, speech alteration, humiliation, branding, breeding, pregnancy, musk, dynamic change, romance, lust filled sex, dirty talk, groping, spanking, teasing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, size difference, and much more!

My limits are.

Scat, watersports, feet, gore, and excessive/cruel abuse.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

Revenge drives a man farther than any ambition. That revenge that lays dormant inside you will see you through and lead to you getting your revenge on Shiloh and Sarah Wright. With the two of them ultimately ruining your entire high school life any chance they got. All while you couldn't do a thing about it. Shiloh was stronger than you, Sarah was damn near untouchable with her cunning, cunty attitude. That and they both had the social standings to leave you feeling helpless. A literal no one was never going to stop the captain of the football team AND the head cheerleader in a place like high school where who you were meant everything to everyone. So you survived. Imagining what it would've been like to get them back. And eventually like everything on this earth, high school had came and went ending with you where you started freshman year as. A nobody.

The following few years had you rebuilding yourself, understanding the world was more than one's reputation. You had come to terms with the fact high school was over and you were free of their torment. However the embers of hatred still was heated within. You became a better person through such hardships thrusted upon you as you were now proud of the man you had became. Enough so that after two years you weren't afraid of education anymore. The two of them made you deep down inside, afraid to go to college, afraid to be yourself. But you are strong. You are confident in yourself. So college was the next step in your life that had to be made. So the first few days of college only made you more exicted for the future. New friends were made, you were adjusting to your new classes, and it felt like nothing could stop your momentum. Until you had ran into them once more. A peaceful get together with new colleagues ruined by their arrival and their recollection of every embarrassing thing you had done. Describing how pathetic you were back in high school. It seemed they hadn't forgotten who you were. For they never changed like you did.

They were the same assholes as before. Throughout their life they went from stride to stride. Each new chapter in their life they coasted both from their family name and status. Along with their natural born talent. They truly were perfect. Revenge had been on your mind ever since meeting them. But deep down you had been jealous. You had been left to wonder why they were so perfect... why they were so.... attractive? Their lives appealing, their wealth abundant. You knew why people loved Sarah. No one could deny she wasn't a smoke show. Tits and ass far more perfect than any other classmates. But now as you stood face to face with Shiloh once more, with him trashing you in front of your new friends, with them lapping it all up. You noticed Shiloh laughing, his smile, his lips just as soft as his sisters looked. His now leaner twink like body, going from one note brick wall to versatile player on the field who looked like he could last forever on said field and in bed. You had to excuse yourself both to save you from either crying or ripping Shilohs head off. And to get yourself as far away from this new feeling you had developed in a blink of an eye. Jealously.

You had sat alone in your room. Glad your roomates had left for the night determined to drink the night away. Leaving you to stew the night away. Feeling like you were trapped in your own mind as it tossed you around like a load of laundry in the dryer. When you first stormed into your room you were ready to punch a hole in the wall. Then as you laid down not wanting to have to pay to fix the wall confident you would've torn it down. You just had to let these emotions wash over you like waves. Hatred to embarrassment. Sadness to questioning why you decided to go to college in the first place. Finally your mind settled down and settled onto one emotion, jealously only for that to go away within the hour. You no longer questioned why they had what they had. What you didn't have. Soon you had something other than jealously. You had a new emotion once more. Desire. That desire soon turned into a plan. A plan to get revenge. The night had you questioning alot of things. But not who you were and who you had become. Knowing the two of them probably continued to tear you down in front of your friends when you left had no longer bothered you. Just left you with the excitement that you may be able to prove that you were the better person. You may not have been able to beat them. But maybe you can own them. Show them the man you had become by having them become your boyfriend and girlfriend. Become your playthings...

Hey y'all have you ever wanted to get revenge on someone who made your high school life a living hell. Or does this bi fueled fantasy just make you rock hard? If you said yes to either of those questions then I would love to have you join me in this roleplay as you turn the tables. Bring two people down a peg. And make things right in the world. So send a chat my way if you are in fact interested in this rp. I would love to discuss direction further and plan out how you will do the impossible. Get the Cheerleader and her brother the Football Captian. Make them yours.

My kinks are as followed. Feel free to let me know what kinks you'd like to include, focus on, or exclude.

Romace, lust filled sex, dirty talk, spanking, groping, biting, intense make out sessions, hair pulling, nipple play, riding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, free use, degradation, humiliation, domination, feminization, teasing, size difference, cumplay, blackmail, body writing, outfit control, interracial, and a whole lot more.

My limits are.

Scat, watersports, feet, cbt, gore, and excessive/cruel abuse "a little is fine and I'd be down to discuss and draw a line".

The elves and humans had been held down ever since the dawn of time. When the world was created all power went to the orcs. They were stronger, faster, smarter. Before the humans and elves were even in their infancy. Before their ability the speak or to read and write. The Orc people had already conquered the world allowing humans and elves to live in their world. At first they coexisted. Orcs treating them like animals in the plains. Ignoring them and continuing on developing the world into what they deemed fit. It wasn't until the first uprising until that would change.

When humans and elves wanted more the Orcs believed they didn't deserve it. What they had both culturally and physically the orcs had allowed them to have. No matter what the orcs said the humans and elves wouldn't have it. They deserved as much as the orcs did and they would fight to have it. This act of rebellion lasted but a few months before the orcs struck them down. For they weren't ready to fight the orcs not yet. After the fighting was said and done the orcs decided to punish their lesser beings. Deciding their futures , what they deserved, and what they could and couldn't do. Soon the analogy of the humans and elves being considered animals in the plains became reality to the orcs.

No longer could they roam free for the dangers were to great to bear. They had to be domesticated. Controlled. So for centuries since that first spark of rebellion most non orcs were treated not as equals but as pets. For the orcs didn't need slaves. They had everything under control, including their new pets...

This is where my roleplay diverges into two different paths. There is a world where orcs continued to dominate the humans and elves. With them under their thumbs. Another rebellion is one the horizons as the humans and elves secretly plan to overthrow the orcs with new found knowledge and intellect. A rebellion that will either fail where we could play a scenario with one of the leaders of the rebellion being captured following their story. Or we could play what I had been originally writing for, where we'd play after the rebellion where the orcs were overthrown.

Both paths have a similar kink I'd love to focus on pet play, ownership, and potential feminization. Either the humans and elves fail and it leads to them being reduced to nothing but fuck pets or the orcs being defeated and subjected to the same fate the humans and elves had to face for all those years. Playing with the settings might be fun as well. I could see the timeline with the orcs winning being set maybe in a modern setting centuries pass and the orcs are under the same fate still paying for their crimes. While the human could still stick in a more medieval setting shortly after the rebellion. Either way I hope to story caught your eye and your intrest. So feel free to send a chat or DM if you'd like to join me in the RP!

Kinks: Pet play, ownership, feminization, power dynamic, degradation, humiliation, dom/sub, groping, spanking, exhibitionism, bdsm, obedience, submission, toys, mind break, deepthroat, musk, teasing, curses, mind games, manipulation, corruption, straight to gay, chasity, lewd outfits, outfit control, orgasm control, body modification, and mind numbing sex!

Limits: Feet, spit, watersports, scat, abuse, and gore.

Any ideas for story or additional kinks you'd like to add feel free to include it in your potential response!

"I love you." With sadness in her eyes Leia finally spoke to Han as she was uncertain of the suave smuggler's fate. Solo accepting his fate could feel the platform below preparing to freeze him in carbonite. This wasn't the way he'd imagined going out but after his short time with the Princess of Alderaan he came to love Leia despite their different upbringings. Now it was time to say goodbye. So many thoughts came to mind for his goodbye yet forever the ladies man Han spoke his last words to Leia, simply saying. "I know."

The platform below opened up as Han began to lower, his sight on Leia gone in an instant. Replaced by darkness. Han heard of many stories of the feeling of total numbness that jolts through your body as your frozen in carbonite. A sensation you'd get by running through the mountainous lands of Hoth without any clothes. Han waited with baited breath for the glacial gas to begin coat his body from head to toe, freezing him into a brick. Frozen in time. Where he'd be alone. Forever. Locked away somewhere deep within Jabba's palace. A sign not to cross the powerful crime lord. Within a matter of seconds Han felt heat. Like he was thrown into the nearest sun. Opening his eyes a pink mist began to fill his vision.

Leia began to get carried away by the Stormtroopers once again. Her memory flashing back to when Vader captured her the first time around. Her hope laid with Luke once more. Luke was her last hope, she shuddered at the thought of what Vader would do to her now after escaping capture the first time. As she heard the machine get to work carbonating Han Leia was afraid to look back. Yet for a final time Leia turned around as she saw a pink mist begin to leak out of the hole Han had been lowered into. Never had Leia seen someone being frozen in carbonite but she knew something was wrong shouting out to Han. "Han..... Haaan!" Struggling to escape the troopers grip in a frivolous effort.

Han could hear Leia. His heart in pain hearing Leia being dragged away by those Empire lackies. Not only was his heart in pain but it seemed to be his entire body. Contorting in a unnatural way. Carbonite was instant, this however felt like it lasted a lifetime. Soon he'd see the lights above. As he slowly ascended towards said light, he couldn't help but wonder why he was still conscious. It was only when he saw Leia once more just in the doorway that he had felt a second wind course through his body. He had a chance to escape. Running forward his legs quickly gave way.

As Han laid on the floor he attempted to stand, only for his entire body to feel heavy. Laying on the floor he could see Leia turn back once more. Her eyes filled with fear as her hands raised to cover her mouth. Han couldn't worry. Placing his hands on the floor he attempted to push himself off the floor. Noticing his sleeves loosely hanging off his arms. Raising his hands into his vision gone was his callus, rough hands. They appeared dainty and soft. Strands of hair covering his eyes Han kept attempting to move the hair away only for more to replace the rest. "Leia!" A high pitched cry to fill the room. Han kept trying to sprawl to his feet only to fall over again and again. When that didn't work Han found himself crawling to Leia as her head began to shake back and forth. Full of shock and confusion her stare met Hans gaze. Leia mouthing the word. Han.

A strong grip wrapped around Han's hair tugging him across the floor as Han moaned out with his body still tender and his blood still bubbling. Turning back Boba could be seen towering above him. Han reached out to Leia as the two of them struggled to get to each other. Only for forces to pull the two lovers away once more. Han looked up as Boba stuck Han across the face as that darkness he expected in the machine over taken him. Han knew that the next time he awoke he would find himself at the feet of Jabba. At his mercy. For if he was not frozen in carbonite what did he find himself subjugated to?

Han could never have predicted what he would awaken to in the palace of his enemy. For he was now Jabba's slave.

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Hello! Been thinking/seeing a few Star Wars related prompts and thought I'd throw my hat into the ring!

If Jabba was smart he'd nip the Han Solo problem in the butt by making him just another slave in his palace. So if you couldn't tell I'd love to play out a story of Han Solo joining Jabba's harem, maybe with Leia down the line? Ooh or even Luke? Now doesn't that sound fun? Focusing on the breaking down of Han Solo's spirit and turning him into Jabba's newest eye candy. A fate that any RP would feel empty without! Following the infamous smuggler as he adjusts to his new life at the palace. Meeting and fucking some new friends along the way!

Now I left it ambiguous but Han in this scenario depending on your preference could be made into a woman in the beginning and slowly bimbofied, be made into a bimbo from the get go, or something I always like and have him just feminized on the beginning and slowly become more feminized and or bimbofied. In addition to that I'd also be down for Han changing race, alien race! Star wars does have the second most attractive alien species in fiction. Twi'leks anyone? That or whichever alien race you can think of in the Star Wars universe! I'm just a movie fan so if there's a race you'd think would be fun include let me know! Maybe Jabba would get a new wife of the same species? Like many of my prompts I'm very open from story to kinks so if you'd like to focus on a certain aspect of this RP feel free to say so! For me my preferences are as followed!

Kinks: Domination, submission, power play, ownership, Mtf, bimbofication, feminization, humiliation, expansion, unrealistic body proportions, specie change, hypnosis, IQ loss, identity death, degradation, expansion, body modification, piercings, demeaning tattoos, demeaning tasks, mind break, exhibitionism, voyeurism, body worshipping, pet play, size difference, groping, spanking, bdsm, leather, latex, collar, bondage, toys, nipple play, hair pulling, deepthroat, face fucking, fingering, sloppy kissing, slutty outfits, orgasm control, public masturbation, uncontrollable masterbation, stripping, prostitution, rough sex, choking, branding, body writing, teasing, alien/monster, edging, free use, pregnancy, lactation, breeding, biting, cumplay, condoms on clothing, revealing clothing, and non-con, kinky scenarios.

Limits: Gore, heavy abuse like beatings, watersports, scat, sounding, CBT, and wax.

Tuchanka did not forgive.

The decision had been made in cold calculus, not cruelty. Commander Shepard had looked beyond the moment beyond ancient wounds and roaring war cries, and she had chosen the salarians. Intelligence, sabotage, foresight. Wars were not won by brute force alone, and the krogan had never learned restraint. A cured genophage would not save the galaxy; it would only delay the next catastrophe.

So Shepard ensured the cure never left the Shroud.

Mordin Solus died for a belief he never realized had already been judged insufficient. His final moments burned into Shepard’s memory alongside the fire that consumed the dispersal tower and the krogan’s last, fragile hope. Shepard left the ruins knowing she had committed an unforgivable act and believing the galaxy would endure because of it.

That belief lasted minutes.

Urdnot Wreav arrived not as a leader, but as an executioner denied his kill. He saw the body, the sabotage, the truth laid bare. Where his brother Wrex once stood with Shepard as a brother-in-arms, Wreav saw only a butcher of futures. Virmire. Wrex’s death. Now extinction. Shepard’s name became a curse spoken with clenched teeth and trembling rage.

Wreav wasn't going to let her get away for her crimes. Shepard fought. And Shepard failed.

When consciousness returned, it did so slowly, painfully, inside a chamber that hummed with ancient krogan machinery. Glass curved around her like a womb, thick and unyielding. Tubes fed her veins. Fluids burned through her body with deliberate purpose. Shepard recognized the design. Not from human science, but from krogan legend. This was where queens had once been made, back when krogan numbers still threatened the stars.

Wreav did not shout. He did not gloat.

He simply explained.

The Reapers believed the krogan were finished. Tuchanka, broken and barren, was beneath their notice. In that shadow, the krogan would adapt. They had prepared for the day when no cure would come, when survival would demand something monstrous. Shepard was not chosen at random. She was strong. Resilient. Compatible enough to be reshaped.

She had taken the krogan’s future.

Now she would become it.

Aboveground, the war moved on without her. The Normandy departed Tuchanka under Liara T’Soni’s command, carrying Shepard’s memory like a wound that could not be reopened. The galaxy mourned its champion and sharpened itself for the final fight.

Below, Shepard felt her body betray her in slow, methodical stages. Bones aching. Muscles resisting change that could not be stopped. Her reflection in the glass grew unfamiliar, then frightening, then alien. Each passing day stripped away another piece of the woman who had made the choice on Tuchanka.

Wreav watched with the patience of a species that had learned to wait through extinction.

Shepard would not die a hero.

She would live long enough to understand what it meant to be necessary.

And when the krogan rose again, they would do so through her. The Krogan Broodmother.

Hiya! Calling all Mass Effect heads, I have tried to explore the world of Mass Effect a few times now and I'm looking for a partner to join me as I explore a very kinky what if scenario for femshep. So if this prompt intrests you feel free to send a chat my way!

Kinks include Species change, expansion, weight gain, corruption, breeding, pregnancy, unrealistic body proportions, massive alien cock, big ol alien tiddies and ass, non con, bondage, teasing, free use, musk, cumplay, excessive cum, size difference, orgasm control, poweplay, dynamic shift, hyper sizes and kinky scenarios!

Limits are cruel abuse, watersports, feet, scat, and gore.

Hope to hear from y'all!

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+