Meet your fellow humans

You are guided around the enclosure, all the while aliens gawking at your every move. It was more than a little unnerving. Abigail moved around as if she didn't even notice them, so used to their presence that they were like pieces of furniture. The other women begin emerging from the various huts. Introductions are made and they gather round to greet you and take your measure.

There is quite an array of women, numbering about 2 dozen. Ranging in ages from roughly 20 to 50 you think it odd that there are none younger or older. You are guessing that given the alien's fascination with human sexual practices that they chose this age range on purpose, it was just a guess though. There are all colors, shapes and sizes. Women from every corner of the globe and every era in history. Most wore the ponchos but some wore different outfits, probably reward items they had earned. It seemed a certain amount of pride came with wearing clothes other than the poncho. You pick out the woman that had just been brought here a only few months ago as she still wore her modern earth clothes. You are surprised to discover they all speak perfect English, only to later learn that this was an effect from the collars you all wore. You were curious as to why the collars didn't work like this with the aliens.

The zoo visitors crowded around to watch the humans meet. The whole gathering was such a surreal situation. A group of humans surrounded by another group of aliens standing along the paths. Like Abigail the other women paid the aliens little attention, as if they weren't even there. You couldn't help but notice one of the smaller futas standing close to you was really giving you the eyes and watching your every move. She had short pink hair and big pink eyes, she seemed a bit flush in the face. You then noticed she had a little thumb sized stiffy sticking up, her hand slowly moving toward it. 'This is so weird!' You think.

As Abigail had warned you many of the women were already trying to catch your eye. Giving you suggestive glances, touching you as they talked with you, outright flashing their snatch in your direction, and other more subtle signs. Others looked at you with suspicion and disdain, probably unhappy with the effect a new male was going to have on their community. Some even outright mocked you, saying they liked the old male better. You learned that his name was Michael. You took it all in stride, not wanting to stir things up too much just yet.

You excuse yourself to go get a drink from the pond and have a moment to contemplate things. You keep Abigail with you. As the group disperses you are given many invitations to come visit the various ladies in their huts or in other locations.

As you turn to leave you hear a little yelp of pleasure, turning you see the little futa you had noticed earlier jerking her baby carrot sized dick and coming all over the ground. Her blushing face staring right at you. The jizz slowly disappears from the grass, absorbed or cleaned somehow. The other futas in the area look at her with good-natured amusement and a bit of pride, they pat her on the head and back as if congratulating her on a job well done. She gives you a look of longing as she sees you notice her, then turns her head bashfully.

'Jesus Christ!' You think. You try to ignore it and walk with Abigail toward the pond.

(Author's Note: I purposely kept the description of the other women really vague to give any future authors as much leeway as possible.)