Title: Transported
Media: Comic
Main Characters: Rico
Chapter 3: Employment
Page 101
The ship lands on a small waystation, basically a rest stop floating in space entirely encased in a bubble dome. Rico scrambles for the opening mechanism on the ship's door.
As he bolts, the reptilian leans out the door from the pilot's seat, says good-bye and thanks Rico once more, and loudly announces "You were such a good proto-mom! Have fun!"
All the aliens outside the station turns to look at Rico. His face is glowing red as he heads inside, quickly with rather determined fast steps.

Some female aliens in the background are sizing him up. They chat happily about his robust figure and fine birthing prospects. Rico shuts it all out, slaps his card down on the counter, and glares at the creature manning the counter. "I want to get out of here. Fast."
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Author's Notes:
That's a compliment! Everybody loves compliments! I mean, would you want to be told you wouldn't make a good proto-mom or, even worse, be told you could be a BAD proto-mom?! The shame.