Mandatory Seed

"Lay down and spread your legs," the alien attendant instructed.

I was scheduled to be impregnated today for the first time since reaching the age of fertility. I reclined on the soft platform and stared up at the ceiling. There was a camera with a blinking red light pointed at me. Being naked in front of one of those meat eaters made me feel so vulnerable. There was hunger in it's eyes as it gazed at my exposed flesh.

I am only one out of hundreds of girls housed here at the mill. Our sole purpose is to sustain the population, a population that had been decimated by those carnivorous aliens that had invaded Earth. My mind was racing with visions of what was about to happen.

"Today is very important." proclaimed the tall creature. "The human inventory been dwindling to unsustainable levels."

I knew what was expected of me, but the thought of it was still frightening. I had to do what was necessary to ensure the continuation of humanity, even if it was only for the purpose of feeding the aliens.

The creature pressed a button on the wall, "Send in the male."

It seemed so humiliating for this to take place in such a clinical setting with this alien watching everything. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them back, determined not to show any weakness.

The door at the far end of the room slid open with a hiss, revealing a naked boy. He was strikingly handsome but his eyes looked sad, reflecting the same despair that I felt.

It was rumored that he was the chosen for being the most well-endowed at the mill, and his only job was to keep all of us impregnated. I had seen very few mature boys. They are normally all sent away to be processed into food.

As he approached, I noticed his penis becoming long and firm, as if it was a response to seeing me naked. Our eyes met for a moment and I believe we shared a silent understanding. We were both prisoners here, forced into this act of survival.

He hesitated for a second and I gave him the slightest nod as a sign that I could endure this.

With a deep breath, he climbed onto the table, positioning himself between my legs. The alien moved closer, its presence looming over us like a dark cloud. It reached out with it's long spindly arm and applied a clear gel to the boy's erection before pushing him against me.

I closed my eyes, bracing for what was about to occur. My body tensed as I felt his hardness touch me.

"Enter her now," the alien commanded.

With a groan, the boy began slowly nudging inside. I bit my lip to stifle an outburst.

As he slid in deeper, I opened my eyes to watch. There was a flicker of emotion between us despite our situation. We were connected now, bound in a closeness that I had never experienced. It was strangely satisfying.

"Start thrusting!" the alien commanded, its impatience beginning to show. "If you don't do your job, you will be replaced with someone that can."

In obedience the boy began to move his hips sliding in and out of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as if my life depended on it, which in a way, it did. Because if I could not prove myself fruitful, I would be rendered into food as well.

Surprisingly I began to enjoy the sensation as the room faded away. The alien became a distant specter, and all that existed were the two of us, joined in this most intimate and passionate act. Time stretched out, each second marked by the rhythm of our bodies, each moment a battleground where life or death was decided.

"Faster," demanded the alien, its voice growing more insistent.

The boy increased his pace, his breaths coming quicker, shallower. I matched his movements, my body responding eagerly, despite the surroundings. We were being driven by a force greater than ourselves, the will to survive, to procreate, to prevail.

We began slapping together in energetic unison, an erotic ballet performed under the watchful eyes of the aliens. We were fighting for survival, in this room, in this moment.

"Almost there!" the boy moaned in anticipation.

He gritted his teeth, pushing himself to the brink, his body taut with exertion. I desperately clung to him, my fingers digging into the back of his neck, my back arching. And then with a final shuddering thrust, it happened. My friend collapsed forward, his weight pressing down on me as he emptied himself, seeding me with the potential for new life. I held him tight with a mixture of relief and uncertainty.

"It is done," the alien declared.

The boy withdrew, his cock dripping with fluids and his face etched with exhaustion. My heart was breaking for him, for us, for all we had lost and everything that we had been forced to become.

"Rest now," the alien said, in an oddly gentle tone. "You both performed well."

The boy kissed me on the lips before sliding off the table, his legs shaky, his body weak from the ordeal. I sat up and reached out to touch his hand, a silent gesture of solidarity, of unity. We had shared our bodies by random fate, by circumstance, and by the design of the aliens.

"What happens next?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

The boy turned to me, his eyes searching mine, "We survive," he said simply, his voice firm, resolute. "Whatever it takes, we survive."

I nodded, receiving reassurance from his words. We would find a way, we would endure. Because that was all we could do now, all we had left, to keep living, to keep hoping.