**What if humans were made captive and treated like we treat animals?**
Human Petting Zoo
The star ship docked in the bay and started unloading the stock for their travelling zoo. They were a very popular attraction at many stations across the galaxy.
The stewards locked the ankle and wrist cuffs on their charges and half dragged them into their cells and put water and gruel bowls down. The humans scrambled and scarfed down the snack then shortly after had their poo in the corner. The stewards shovelled it up and threw it outside, all the while swearing. Who likes poo after all? Then they hosed down their wards.
The humans were blinking and howling in some garbled sounds that the stewards didn’t comprehend. But how could they? They weren’t the same species afterall.
Some of the wardens were attracted to their charges, and found moments to caress them and some even took them aside and had sex with them. Never genital to genital. If the steward had a hybrid child, they would be castrated. And the human would be hung, slowly and cruelly. No neck or knees broken. Why would you show compassion for such a creature? It had no soul after all. And a few of the lords enjoyed watching the hanging of humans. Paid a fortune for the show.
When the crowd came to the grounds, the stewards handed the humans over to the ringmasters. They were run about, made to dance and jumped thru rings, Some were lit and others not. Every now and then a human’s hair had caught fire, so now they were all shaved bald. They were not expensive, but it was inconvenient to replace them.
Some of the humans were rabid, so they were made to fight each other to work off their aggression. But just enough to draw a bit of blood. They eventually became punch drunk. But it’s not like they were needed for anything else. It’s just that they became harder to control.
The few humans that were timid were quickly destroyed. They were of no value to the show after all. and what else could you do with a stupid human?
The best specimens were bred. Fit, quick to obey, and took longer to become aggressive or punch drunk. Attractive enough so the audience wanted to look at them, but not so much they felt sorry for them or identified with them.
Humans like that were sold to rich folk who could afford to keep a pet. What they did with them then? Nobody at the zoo cared.
Humans left in the wild were horrible creatures. So aggressive, arrogant and rampantly rutting at each other till they overpopulated their habitat and destroyed it. Then they warred with their neighbours until they could take over that habitat and wreck it as well.
So the zoo owners figured they were doing these stupid humans a service. They had no real concept of responsibility or morality after all. So it really was best if they were used by the zoo to entertain. They were fed and watered and really quite well cared for considering they had no other value.
Now and then a group would raise a fuss about conditions at the zoo, but nobody took it seriously for long. I mean really. Spend an hour with a human and you soon understood how pathetic they really were.
Humans at the Galaxy Company Farm
The stewards were quite diligent with the care of their charges. These humans were being bred for a planet that quite enjoyed their meat. But it had to be tender. So there were specific rules to make them so. They were fed lots of greens and beans. And some cow’s and goat’s milk. The bones were intended for stock pots. So they had to be sturdy. They were given liver once a week for the iron. But had mostly a vegan diet. It cost too much to keep a lot of animals and was known to wreck the air. So animals were prized more for their milk and poultry for their eggs. It didn’t cost as much or take as much space. The humans were cared for enough to make them good meat, but never allowed to get too fat. The right mix of fat and sinew was necessary for good meat after all.
The female humans were milked for not only their young, but another planet had a fetish group that quite liked nursing. They travelled to the farm every week and suckled the female humans for awhile, then returned home. The stewards noticed they often masturbated during the “feed”. They also had carers who changed their nappies after the feed. It was quite a thing for them. The visitors were rocked and told stories before they went home. They called it a kresh date.
The bull humans were sold into slavery when of age, so they could impregnate any planet’s females where the population was getting low. Especially if they were in need of workers. Or if they were a warrior nation and needed soldiers. They didn’t much care if the progeny were hybrids. After all, they lived separately and were shunned by the native species. Left ignorant so they would take instructions from their advanced owners. Taught to look up to and follow the reigning species.
The humans were corralled during the day and in the barn at night. They were expendible, so if a predator took one or two, it was fine. But they could hardly replace a whole herd to human rustlers. There was a real black market trade in humans. The stewards had no idea how these stupid humans could possibly be valued.
Some breeding was done by selected bulls, but they were careful in screening out heredity disorders that the stupid humans had never gotten a reign on when they were wild on their own planet. It was heart-breaking that they had let their own young suffer so. Really all it would have taken was a blood test. Were they really that stupid? Or were they cruel? Evil? In the end, did it matter?
And as parents, they often left their kids in danger so they could gather pretty baubles and technical devices they had no clear need for. It was so vicious! They actually had children who were maimed and died from bad parenting. When a little supervision and sobriety was all it would have taken. How could they be so easily distracted from the real priorities?? How could they be so careless??
Twice a year, the stewards had a branding day and had to shear the hair off the humans so they could put a clean brand on their charges. Some of the customers wanted specific markings and paid for their time quite well. There was quite a collection of porn showing these humans being branded.
And on that day, any human males who weren’t going to be sold as a bull, were castrated as well. The last thing they wanted was unwise breeding. This also had quite a porn cache.
The wild humans had done way too much of unplanned breeding due to their religions and it had taken generations to correct the blood born diseases.
Occasionally a steward got too attached to a human and bred with them. The steward was fired and the human was destroyed. The few they had tried to keep had gotten uppity with the other stewards and it just caused unnecessary work. So they were sent out in teams to care for the humans now.
The stewards were finally getting the hang of dealing with the human herds and actually making a profit now. What a relief!
As soon as the lights were turned on in the shop, the humans’ eyes opened and they started making their weird garbled noises. The store owner knew they understood each other, but he had no clue what they were saying or if he wanted to.
He filled the troughs and changed the water and milk bottles in the cages and while they were busy feeding, he changed the papers in their cages. Customers didn’t want to see a full night’s digestive issue from these humans. It was disgusting. He hosed the humans down and sprayed a bit of air freshener.
Then he opened the doors and let in the first visitors of the day. One of his regular looky loos came in, so he greeted her and waved her toward the new stock. He didn’t mind her playing with them a bit. It seemed to help them settle into the store. But after they had been here a few days, it got a bit risky for her. Some of the humans were more aggressive as time went by or they cowered in the corners and cuddled each other. That disturbed him a bit, cuzz he had heard these humans liked to rut. So he sprayed them until they separated and loped over to a different area. The customers did NOT need to see them rutting in the store!
He could only keep the humans at the store for a few weeks. Otherwise they disturbed his customers and he couldn’t have that. So he picked only the most attractive ones that he thought would sell quickly. They needed to have good teeth, a healthy, shiny coat and pelt and bright, quick eyes. Some customers liked the docile ones and some liked them bordering on rabid. And the customers seemed to have favoured brands. While he personally preferred oddities, the customer was king. So he stocked a lot of the palid, pretty ones to turn them over as quick as possible. But he would take special orders and bring them in for reliable buyers. He had an order book with videos and snaps of the rarities for them to look at.
The owner liked to sell the humans, but he never ever took them home. They were such a hand full! One he could tolerate, but he had yet to find a combination that didn’t rut each other. It was kind of creepy to him. Kind of like they wanted to put on a show for him and he just wasn’t much of a voyeur. At first he had tried to make them into his idea of a pet, but they just seemed untrainable. Not for shinies, food or affection shy of rutting with them would they behave on demand. They seemed to take things for granted far too soon and act up. Either they were divas, brats or fighters and he wouldn’t tolerate that around his impressionable children. So he left the humans at the store and brought the kids over at the end of the day, to help him walk the beasts. But he kept a master lead on them, so he could jerk a miscreant’s neck if they misbehaved. He wouldn’t trust them around his kids off his lead. Especially not after a few weeks in the shop. Then they seemed to return to a feral state when they were out of the cage. You’d expect a trained, sentient being to eventually be compliant and understand what was expected of them. But these humans tried to run, rut or fight. Another reason why he never kept them longer than a few weeks. They could not be fully domesticated, in his opinion.
He had a friend who would take the unsellable ones and arrange for the aggressive ones to be sold and the rutters to make weird porn for fetishists. The thought made him ill, but it’s not like it was done by him after all. At least his friend assured him that nobody he did business with made the humans into food. That was intolerable to him!
After all these years dealing with them, he had never developed a like or even respect for the humans. In fact, just the opposite. And he couldn’t figure out why. He was an animal lover and had every other pet under the sun. But these humans? They had revolting habits here. And what he had heard of their wild behaviour was disgusting! It was funny/weird that on their own planet they tried to rule all the species there. He just could not imagine it. If they couldn’t control themselves, how could they control other species? What an idiotic concept!