(Amanda again) You make use of another asset to get some breathing room from Mrs. Glidden but then she shows you her insurance policy...

On the one hand, you can scarcely believe your luck. On the other hand, getting bombarded with exclusive, un-rehearsed, top-quality breeding smut like this is pushing you past the limits of your endurance.

As eccentric as her beliefs might be, the fact of the matter is that you're dealing with not just the assistant dean of the academy you've been misbehaving in so egregiously, but the daughter of a judge. One decision by Mrs. Glidden would easily get your ship impounded and put you in the tank. Not so much because of the smuggled condoms - considering what you did with them, she might actually approve of the whole affair - but because you've left plenty of other evidence of your wrongdoing laying around.

This unprecedented level of access to fertile pussy has made you really careless, you now realize. If Patrice hadn't stupidly blurted out that excuse, and the janitor and the track team girl got caught with test answer keys, you're pretty sure the assistant dean could've put the pieces of the puzzle together pretty quickly when the janitor confessed to who he got them from. Bragging about blowing loads in so many of Mrs. Glidden's dear students wasn't your wisest decision in retrospect.

And even if she didn't figure out you smuggled in the answer keys, there's still the matter of that camera! Or the files you stole from her computer in order to find out which students had been caught perusing futa erotica.... files which are still on your personal device! You could easily be on your way to a decades-long prison sentence right now if things had gone just a tiny bit differently.

Oh well. Considering how many women have been taking risky rides on your lap since you got here, it's only fair for you to be taking some serious risks yourself. Knowing how close you just came to irrevocable disaster is only making you hornier, if anything.

"I have to admit, Val..." you say, resting a hand on her shoulder, "I really underestimated your methods. I had no idea your subordinates were showing so much initiative."

Face still flushed, Valerie straightens her glasses. "Is that sarcasm, Captain?"

"N-" you glance at the still-active lie detector device. "Nnnnot entirely." It remains green. "But, as a show of good faith, I have one more little confession to make. I ran into who I think is that 'Tanya' you mentioned in one of the bathrooms, and she was pretty cavalier about unprotected sex within a few minutes of meeting. I actually pulled a condom out - which I'd gone to town on with a needle a few hours beforehand, of course - but she threw it away and jumped on bareback."

" And," you continue, "one of the other girls I seduced - also in a bathroom, since I'm being honest - mentioned that she might be able to get an emergency pill after I came inside her. Do you think it's possible that Tanya or her delinquent punk friends might be dealing in such, uh, blasphemous devices?"

"I would not be surprised in the least." Valerie says, folding her hands. "Whether they're merely selling sex or engaging in something far worse, it will be taken care of. I will instruct Patrice to 'interrogate' all of them the same way that she did Miss Andrews. If Miss Abramov's circle of rebellious friends aren't whoring and rebuff her when she tries, they'll have nothing to fear. And if they are selling sex, well then - if none of them turn up pregnant afterwards, I will know who was distributing such sacrilegious medications and have just cause to search their belongings."

You suppress a laugh. Considering how much Tanya was getting off on the risk of taking one of your loads, you highly doubt she has anything to do with it, and her fellow nonconformists and delinquents are much too conspicuous to try dealing in such an enterprise. You feel certain that it is the 'good girls' dealing those pills that Valerie hates so much... if not Blake's sorority themselves, then a similar group. Still, on the off chance Mrs. Glidden's prejudicial guess is accurate, you'll be sure to give Tanya a heads up.

"Goodness. For someone who claims to be so opposed to futa breeding, you're willing to tolerate quite a bit of it in pursuit of the greater good, huh?" you ask in a sultry tone.

"Of course. I am playing chess with the Devil. I must choose my battles carefully, and sacrifices must be made. Even if the circumstances are immoral, a fruitful outcome from the procreative act is always good." Valerie says coolly.

"Sacrifices, yes... speaking of which, I hope you're planning to give that security guard of yours a raise, especially if your hunch about who is distributing the pills turns out to be wrong and she racks up multiple alimony payments in this 'investigation' of yours." you say teasingly.

Allowing herself a smile, the sexy administrator's eyes sparkle. "I agree. Does that mean I'm winning you over to my way of thinking, Captain? Think of it... you get access to a whole team of cheerleaders with loose morals, more than enough to let you win your sordid wager, and I hold the line and keep the strict gender binary sacrosanct in my beloved school. And then, afterwards, perhaps you can be made to see the error of your ways and make amends for all your wrongdoing."

"I have to be sure it's fair, though." you say, holding up a finger. "If this student, whatever her name is, got herself caught using her cock on her teachers, t hat's one thing. But if you, or somebody else, set this whole thing up as an 'entrapment' thing, I won't be a part of it. What about that visiting soccer player from Oxwood who 'just happened' to be in the right place at the right time to see the action? You'd told me that you don't believe in spying on your students. 'Suspicionless surveillance' is specifically forbidden by your school charter, I read it quite carefully. Tell me, in front of your lie-detector thingy, who tipped you off to the futa. And promise you and Mrs. Lopez didn't set it up yourselves."

"No, I had never even spoken to the visitor before-"

"That's too vague." you say, wagging your finger at her. "Be specific."

Mrs. Glidden frowns and huffs. "Vincent, the visitor from Oxwood, had never even spoken to me before informing me one of my students was a futa. I absolutely did not contrive that situation. Satisfied?"

You smirk. "Yes, very." Now you have a name. You have no idea what this kid has against futas, or Jeanette in particular, but now you can work your mischief. With luck, his hate for futas is a 'repressed lust' thing that you can take advantage of. And if not, maybe you can bribe him with something else besides sex. Valerie probably thinks she's safe by just giving you his first name, but you caught a glimpse of his appearance. Not enough to let you pick him out of a lineup on its own, but combined with a name, narrowing down his identity will be easy.

"Now," you say, "I would like to have a few days to consider before I make my final decision. Shall we meet back up on Monday?"

Valerie laughs sharply. "Oh no you don't. You're planning to fornicate with as many of my staff and students as you can over the next few days so that you don't even need my offer of the position at Pomegranate Garden Reform School, aren't you? You can either agree to my terms now, or I can have Patrice drag you out of here as soon as she gets her pants back on."

"Alright," you concede. "That's fair; I won't say it didn't cross my mind. But I can't be rushed into a decision like this, and I have an important meeting with a business partner coming up in less than half an hour. Like I'd told you before, Valerie, I came to this station on business. I didn't even know about your academy's rules until one of your students seduced me and rode my cock. When I discovered that unusual charter of yours meant she might have my baby, of course I went looking for more forbidden fruit, but I also have an important, highly-placed contact here who I can't afford to disappoint. He - it's a man, and not one of your staff or students - is an important donor to your academy as well. So if you're going to railroad me into saying yes or no while I have that hanging over my head, I'm going to have to decline right here and now."

Valerie looks skeptical, but she notices that her lie detector hasn't picked up any willful untruths in your (carefully chosen) words. Shame it can't detect lies of omission or half-truths. A shame for her, that is.

"Hmm. I very much doubt that YOU were the one who inseminated Mrs. Lopez, but even so... have you ejaculated inside any of my students within the past 90 minutes?"

"Yup." you say, unable to suppress a smile. "And she wasn't the first today, either, but I filled her up to the brim. Something about the combination of those breezy plaid miniskirts, stockings, and hair worn in pigtails really brings out the big loads."

"Appalling." Mrs. Glidden huffs, though she is looking more and more desirous, her eyes glancing down below your waist ever more frequently. "But in that case, I doubt you have recovered enough to be able to fertilize anyone else already. And even if you have and you happen to run into a student in her most fertile time of the month, I'm sure you realize that one additional bastard won't do nearly as much for your chances of winning your wager as if you're allowed access to the entire Pomegranate Garden cheerleading team. Computer, set a timer for 45 minutes."

It does. Valerie adjusts her spectacles again and folds her hands on the desk. "Be back before that timer ends or I'll assume you don't intend to cooperate, and I'll be on the phone with my father, who will in turn be contacting the police in short order. So if you should happen to have anything suspicious, on your person or on your ship, I suggest you return promptly after this meeting of yours."

...

Moments later you are striding out of the office. You look up at the signs. One path leads out to the athletic fields. The rest of the track team in their snug bloomers are probably just finishing up and heading inside now. And those two beautiful tennis players are probably still out there. Your imagination makes the two nanite-enhanced orbs in your sack feel as heavy as a pair of planets - and in fairness, they have a similar population to a couple of large planets by this point, if 'potential persons' count as population.

But if you just run off to knock up another schoolgirl or two for the road and then beat feet back to the docks before Mrs. Glidden's timer runs out, you would be haunted by the thought of what might happen to poor Jeanette. So, with a great exercise of willpower, you turn your gaze away from the hall leading out to where scores of nubile, frisky student athletes are frolicking, and hold up your compad, pressing a missed call notification.

"Hey Jonas." you say.

"There you are, Captain." the man sounds a bit annoyed. "I was afraid you were ducking me. Now I know you enjoyed getting to attend that golf game with those two entrepreneurs... which was quite a costly wager for me, I'll remind you. As I'd said, there is a specific favor I had hoped you would be able to help me with while you're here-"

"Yeah, of course." you say. "But don't forget the promise I made you. I'll be sticking around a few days. Before we talk about serious matters how about I help you relax and clear your mind a little? Y'know... take a load off."

"That's... I..." he sounds amusingly flustered. "I... can't say it didn't cross my mind. You are quite beautiful, Captain... But-"

"No, no, I want to do this for you." you say in a sultry voice. "I'm in the Academy right now. Can you be in one of the storerooms on the edge of the campus within 20 minutes?"

"I... suppose? Can't you just come out here to my home?" Jonas asks.

"Trust me, you'll love why." you say. "I can pay you back for your kindness myself any time, but I have something extra special. If you liked the golfers, I promise you're gonna enjoy this, a lot. "

There is a long pause. "Oh, to the void with it." even over a comm channel you can tell he's horny. "I'll be there. But not in place of the other favor, right? That's more important."

"No, no. Just a little gift from me to you." you say.

Even as Jonas hangs up, you are already scrolling rapidly through the stolen files you got from Mrs. Glidden's computer on your first day here. But this time, instead of searching for students who'd shown an interest in futas, there is a different characteristic you're selecting for: a deep-tan skinned young woman of impressive stature, a full six feet tall, who is clearly VERY athletic... and VERY well-endowed in the boob department, beating out every girl you've fucked since your arrival except for Harper on the first day and maybe bubble-gum-girl on the third day.

You pull up an image of a sophomore from the lacrosse team.... having an inkling of what you're about, your intelligent wrist-computer beeps a warning at you: Warning. Due to your highly elevated risk of contraceptive failures observed over the past 96 hours - leave it to a clever AI to figure out how to word that without sounding accusatory, you observe with a smirk - we strongly recommend against attempting to pursue this person as a romantic and/or sexual partner. Would you like to see a safer and more suitable list of potential partners in the surrounding area based on your other recent selections?

The device starts bringing up enticing images of other girls who'd messaged you after your impromptu porn movie screening in Professor Hochmann's galactic history class showed off how much firepower you're packing between your legs. There are no fewer than 3 girls who've already expressed interest in a 'date' after classes in a couple of hours.

You brush the suggestions away with your finger. "No, no. The lacrosse star isn't for me, so it's no problem that the only erotica she's been caught bringing in on holodisks is boring vanilla b/g stuff. And as for the other characteristics you're trying to warn me about, my loyal silicon-based friend, that is exactly what I'm counting on..." you say with a spreading smile, a particular offhand comment by Mrs. Glidden on your mind as you send a message to the statuesque lacrosse player...