Bred By Zyros

Humanity is desperate, scattered amongst the stars at the mercy of the planets that will have us, but mostly we have nothing. No hope, no prospects, nothing. Poverty, crime, disease, we’re the running joke among the highly advanced alien species that surround us. We’re desperate, all of us, but we’re not entirely without worth… without use. Humans are still good for cheap labor and entertainment, oh and breeding. Human women are great for breeding.
That’s where the Solar Breeding Agency comes in. For a hefty fee and a dowry paid to our families, an alien in need of a surrogate can buy us.
Melody– I get it, most humans grit their teeth and bear it through their time with The Solar Breeding Agency. It’s a necessity, a way out of the shambles the Intergalactic Alliance has erected around us. But for me, it’s because I can’t stand another second trapped between these four walls. Where others wither and hunger, I have opportunities, but at what cost?
Suffocation. Expectations that were never tailored to me. Only the concept of me, a smart, dutiful daughter. So, I put in my application. Once, twice, three times, then some more. It’s a shameful little secret, only until I feed back data from the planets I’m housed on for my father. All’s well that ends well, right? Only this time it’s not going to end well. This time I’m matched with a species that by all rights is dangerous and primitive. Class 3B. I’m not supposed to be here. I’m not supposed to want to stay with the hateful alien who bought me. I’m not supposed to enjoy his cool touch and his merciless slitted eyes.