(Amanda branch flashback) How is Amanda closing the gap?

This will be your second visit to literally red-hot planetary habitat Alseid where your first real foray into the world of adult holo-entertainment ended up with your fledgling company sued into the ground and forgotten. 'Red Giant Studios' had been quite the ironic name, in a sense. Unlike such a mid-sized star that blazed slowly for a long time, Red Giant Studios had been more like the kind of big high-temperature star that burns itself out quickly.

Of course, in another sense, the image of a red giant star had been appropriate... since about three dozen amateur actresses have gotten much bigger and rounder since their time in the studio. A lot of adventurous women hoping to make it big in the porn industry by taking advantage of temporarily sky-high wages walked away with more than just the big paycheck they'd bargained for... when they hoped to 'make it big' in porn, they probably weren't thinking about their bellies. Thanks to the incentives the authorities of Alseid have started offering to deal with their emigration problem, as well as the public pressure from their media apparatus, most of those women who got pregnant ended up seeing it through to the end. Nearly half of all the actresses to appear in your videos are due to give birth within the next six to eight weeks.

You smirk as you come up on the shuttered, slab-sided warehouse turned studio. It may not look like much from the outside, but six years from now, there will be an extra kindergarten class in the Alseid primary school system as a result of what went on behind those drab studio doors in the span of just three weeks... the teachers of which might notice that several little girls with flame-red hair bear a striking resemblance to one another.

Pausing at the entry to the warehouse-turned-porn-studio, you lick your lips. You left this place for a reason. Coming back here after the numerous stunts you pulled early on in your bet isn't the greatest idea. Once you scan your palm and confirm that the on-paper owner of this studio is re-opening it, you'll be opening up a can of worms.

Briefly, you glance down at your wristpad and pull up a holo of the insane bet that your whole livelihood and your freedom is riding on. Although you played it cool at the time, you'd been shocked just how much Claire's points went up since that little rebellious a governor's daughter decided to have Claire's baby. She'd been the first to officially procreate, even though she'd been too drunk to even remember the terms of the bet. And as if it wasn't enough to steal your thunder by being the first one to officially increase the galactic population, the amount of points it had been worth would've put her in a commanding lead if not for an absurd stroke of luck on your part, in running across a prestigious all-female junior college with a strict anti-contraceptive policy.

Pulse quickening a little, you swiftly scroll through the list that had propelled you past Claire and let you play the dominant one in your meeting last month. It has been a very busy month at the maternity ward of St. Applegate's main hospital. Even without any special multipliers, your score had just kept going up and up, as your black-market fertility enhancements proved their worth.... nearly half of the schoolgirls who decided to pay for illicit test answer keys with pussy rather than credits received an unexpected bonus of their very own miniature Amanda as part of the deal. You just KNOW that Claire felt a surge of despair when she saw your points jump by a dozen practically overnight, and then keep climbing over the next two weeks.

By now, there won't be any more flirty schoolgirls or sultry teachers giving birth to your kids (well... no more of those from St. Applegate specifically, anyway... and with the exception of one who took an extended trip with you). But as a result of your first entertainment venture here in Alseid, Claire is going to get another shock to the system when she checks your score in a few weeks and sees that it's leapt by another 26 points.

Except... she has already given you a shock.

A week ago, you actually been starting to think you'd gone too far with the whole porn studio bit, even more than when you'd shamelessly knocked up all those co-eds at St. Applegate... most of those college girls wouldn't be adding diaper changing to their curriculum if they hadn't been cheating on their tests, and most of the teachers and staff you nudged into maternity leave weren't ethically spotless either. In comparison, planting your fertile seed in 13 amateur pornstars who didn't know what they were signing up for was pretty shameless even compared to the trouble you made for St. Vivians. True, they're financially better off than they would've been otherwise thanks to Alseid's lavish subsidies, but it hadn't been the kind of charity they were looking for.

However... just when you'd been at the point of resolving to start taking the high road from then on - or, at least, not the very lowest low road - Clare's score jumped by ten freaking points in an instant. And then, mere hours after that it kept ticking up.

You thought it was a fluke at first and went on about hauling some cargo, taking a break from your usual sluttiness. But then it just kept going up, in huge increments. Plus five. Plus five. Plus five. Plus twenty five.

The coup de grace? When you were succumbing to the urge to record a taunting I-mail to Claire about how it was good but not good enough... midway through recording it... Claire's score went up by FIFTY, all at once. Whatever Claire had done, or was doing, it practically wiped away the whole advantage you'd got from stumbling into the one-in-a-million opportunity of St. Vivians' Academy in a single stroke. Or... more likely, a lengthy and mutually satisfying series of strokes.

And then... as you were erasing the I-mail and pouting, a cold thought had snuck up on you: that 50 points wasn't a delivery bonus. You would've noticed if Claire got 25 at once. Which means that if whoever it was Claire managed to seduce into taking a potent load doesn't end up getting an abortion, in 9 months, that will be another 100(!) points, leaving you in the dust... while you're making enemies upon enemies and staying just one step ahead of your well-deserved bad reputation. And what if...what if whoever that woman is ends up having twins?! Or triplets?

So here you are - walking back into the screen-filled control room where you honed your holo-editing and directing skills. Cruising the red light districts and hook-up bars and crossing your fingers isn't going to cut it. You've committed to this dark path, and you're in it until the end. Since the Alseid local media didn't report on the scandalous goings on at 'Red Giant Studios' the first time you were here, you're going to do the same thing again, and hope this mysterious backer you've just picked up is enough.

First order of business is re-cutting all of the holos you made the first time you were here, and actually putting them up for sale. Not only do you need the credits yourself but you need to start paying back the two lovely ladies who believed in you and fronted you the money to buy this place.... and it would be a shame if no one else ever got to see and appreciate such fine quality breeding smut. Depending on how one defines quality... the special effects, writing and acting weren't of very high quality even by porn standards, but the breeding certainly was.

Then, it will be time to get in touch with some of the support staff you worked with before, and put out a new, much bigger casting call for aspiring starlets-

Interrupting your train of thought, the holo-conference table starts beeping urgently when you walk past. A blue glowing hologram of a woman appears: the AI secretary. "Hello again, Captain!" she says in a cheerful tone. "I see that you have officially re-listed the studio as an active production company! It seems that someone had notifications turned on because I'm already being contacted. One moment - I'm handling the call."

The AI winces a little. "Oh... I regret to inform you of this, Amanda, but you've been officially served legal documentation. If you'll go to the graphene printer, I'm printing out the record of notice. One moment - analyzing..."

The holographic woman flickers. "It seems to be a notice of intent to file a paternity suit, on behalf of someone who had been working under the name 'Kelly Staxx'. She alleges that she is carrying your child. According to information in my databanks from approximately 30 weeks ago, there is a high probability this is the case."

You chuckle flirtatiously and wiggle your bottom as a warm, damp sensation grows inside you. "...uh, I'm drawing a blank. Refresh my memory? Was she one of those three catgirls from the rock-and-roll band thing, or... oh, was she one of the sexy deputies from 'Ride 'em Cowgirl'? Or the 'farmer's wife'? I was pretty fired up, getting to make my official porno debut, and those sexy costumes really brought out the big loads. How many girls ended up getting pregnant from that one, four?"

"According to public health records, six actresses from that production registered as pregnant within the following month. Four of whom you yourself engaged in penetrative intercourse with, of which two had no other intercourse scenes with any other co-star." To illustrate, the AI pulls up a scene. And there you are - the first porn holo you starred in. Rather than the start of the scene, the AI, focused and efficient, has skipped to the end.

"Oh, right," you purr in appreciation. "The 'learning how to ride bareback from the wise indian warrior' scene."

In the holo, you see a beautiful, leggy, tan-skinned thirtysomething-looking woman gyrating her hips from side to side. She's wearing a faux-buckskin spaghetti-strap top that emphasizes her impressive cleavage bouncing with her movements, cut low to show off her midriff above the matching buckskin miniskirt she had on. A headband with some feathers tucked into it isn't stopping her long, silky brown hair from fluttering wildly as she begins moving sharply up and down once again. You'd told Kelly you selected her in the casting call because her sexy tan and high cheekbones made her suited to the role... but in reality what had made her a shoo-in was when she'd said that she couldn't do 'cream-pie' scenes due to recent circumstances depriving her of her preferred form of birth control.

You watch the recording of Kelly, portraying a fantasy-fied version of an old earth tribal warrior, bouncing her nicely toned butt up and down on your lap. As you watch fondly, you recall that before the scene she had intensely questioned why the scene had to be done without condoms 'for historical accuracy', despite the fact that her 'sexy native american' costume had nothing to do with pre-spaceflight indigenous attire, and that she'd been encourged to leave her navel piercing in for the shoot... not to mention the shaved, glistening pussy lips that were engulfing your straining shaft again and again probably aren't period-accurte either.

Unfortunately, emphasizing that first bit of "period accuracy" over the other bits had resulted in a missed period after Miss Staxx had her big porno debut in this scene. "Yes," she says, pronouncing her lines stiffly and awkwardly - the stage director said her voice should be 'confident and wise', which Kelly had interpreted as a flat, unenthusiastic monotone. "Feel the, uh, spirits of the land flowing through you. Make an intimate connection with your mount."

You yourself, in the recording, are nude except for your cowboy hat, allowing Kelly to wrap her hands around your tits and use them as soft, pleasant handholds while she rides. She flicks your firm pink nipples and occasionally bends down closer to give one of them a kiss with her plump lips. You crane your head up, causing your cowboy hat to fall off, and stare intently at her bouncing bosoms barely restrained by the buckskin top. Back in the present, you wach with satisfaction as the recorded version of you has her eyes roll back in her head and gives a sharp, feminine cry of pleasure.

The sexy 'indian warrior' keeps riding you, not noticing there are thick globs of white cum starting to leak down along your thick shaft. "Oh, 'Running Cougar'," you say to her in the recording in a bad cowgirl accent, "I don't think I can handle any more of this here trainin'. I'm plum spent."

"Huh?" Kelly asks, wiping a few beads of sweat from her forehead. "What about the... on my chest..." she says, then her lovely rump quivers as she feels one last glob of cum drip out of her. "Ahhh! Cut, cut!" the "indian" babe yelps.

"What the fuck, Mandy?" she says, referring to your stage name 'Mandy Bunz'. "The script says we finish with a pop shot on my tits!"

"Whew..." recording-you is still laying flat and dazed from the satisfying orgasm. "Sorry about that, I guess I got sort of hypnotized watching those gorgeous mounds bouncing up and down in front of my eyes like that. Don't worry about it, though. I just left a big load in Beth's asshole during the bandit interrogation scene. I probably had barely any sperm left for you."

...

When the recorded hologram flickers away, a new recording of Kelly appears. No, not a recording... the AI notifies you it's a live transmission. Rather than her sexy indian costume Kelly is now wearing simple sweat pants and a lime-green crop top that is riding up over the rounded hemisphere of her tummy, and her plump lips are pursed tightly.

"It IS you, 'Mandy'." she says with a slight huff. "You know this is your baby, right? I'm due in six weeks."

"Yeah, I know." you say, unable to suppress a smirk. "I already collected the points."

"The what?" the maternal actress raises an eyebrow, then sighs. "Ugh, whatever. I have no interest in trying to get back together with some sleazy porn bitch. That's why I got in contact with a lawyer. You're helping me pay for this."

"Hmm?" You tilt your head. "Aren't you still living here on Alseid? I thought they were giving huge bonuses to new mothers to help fight the emigration problem."

"Yeah," Kelly says with a shrug, "but my son is graduating from high school next year, and I don't want him to have to go to college on this sweltering rock. Have you seen what's happened to tuition prices over the last 10 years? The idiot politicians haven't figured out that the more subsidies they give, the more colleges jack up the price."

Your smirk grows wider. "So, you aren't just trying to send him off-world to put off the awkward conversation of why he's about to have a baby sister? You're going to have to tell him eventually."

"Shut up!" Kelly narrows her eyes. "I don't need parenting advice from you, Miss 'barely any sperm left'! Are you going to cough up now or do we have to drag this through the legal system?"

"Hmmm..." you think back to the fortiutious events a couple months before you hade your fateful scene with her. "I could pull a couple strings and get your boy a scholarship to a nice school on the fancy station of St. Applegate."

"Really?" Kelly's eyes widen in surprise a little. "I mean... f-fine! You'd better!"

"And since I'm re-opening the studio," you say, "what do you say to coming down in a few days to shoot a sequel, or at least some pics of you wearing your costume from that scene? It'd make it sell better, you'll get more royalties that way."

Kelly doesn't have a verbal response to that, but she does give you a gesture before ending the call. It's probably for the best that you didn't tell her that that all-boys school on St. Applegate isn't as wholesome as it claims... the professors are over 90% female, and have some very interesting methods of rewarding their students for doing good schoolwork. Likewise, it's even better you didn't mention that the Young Colonists are planning to sabotage the shipments of condoms they sell to the male fraternities for the next few years, so that their own transgressions will be forgotten sooner. Maybe you'll have ended up helping Kelly become a grandmother as well as a mother for the second time.

"Alright, great!" the AI assistant says. "Looks like we can clear 'Dealing with a paternity suit from an amateur actress taking an unprotected ride on your cock in a retro-western parody holo' off the agenda and move on to-" the hologram's voice cuts out mid-sentence. "Ooops, spoke too soon. Call coming in for you, from a 'Zayna Zee', says she was in 'Ride 'em Cowgirl' as a deputy in one scene?"

You cringe. "I should probably start getting used to awkward conversations with the mothers of my soon-to-be-born kids, huh? Jog my memory again?"

The AI complies, showing you the scene right before the final shootout where one of the new sherrif's (i.e. your) loyal deputies comforts her before the final gunfight by offering to help leave a successor behind in case you don't make it. Of course, that part wasn't in her version of the script.

A skinny, flat-chested black girl freshly graduated from a local college, 'Zayna' looked ravishing in her skimpy black bra-top with faux-leather fringes dangling from the edges. In the recording, she's flashing a bright toothy smile and fluttering her eyelashes as she gives you a thematically appropriate reverse cowgirl ride on the desk of the sherrif's office. "Yes, yes! Your thick white futa cock feels so good! Fill me up with that cream! I want to have your baby! Even if you don't make it, I'll make sure to raise them right...!" A few moments later in the holo, the base of your cock throbs and the sexy deputy throws her head back and shrieks like a banshee as she cums.

Seven and a half months later, the live and up-to-date holo of Zayna has changed her tune. Granted, she'd just been reading from a script in that scene and didn't know the risk was real. It seems your return caught her by surprise, as she's wearing a sports bra around her swollen tits and a pair of yoga pants, leaving her midsection uncovered. The gleam of her gold navel piercing draws the eye to the gravid chocolate-brown hemisphere where her (and your) mixed-race child is anxiously awaiting his or her zero-th birthday.

Unlike Kayla, she seems more frazzled than angry. "Mandy! Ohmygawd, I'm so glad you came back here. The day-after pill didn't work! And after I got pregnant, the morning news announced my name as one of the latest 'heroes of the colony' and all my neighbors started sending me gifts and clapping for me... and I just couldn't... you know." she looks down and rubs her hand over her pregnancy. "I'm sorry, but I just don't want to stay on this planet. I want to live somewhere trendy, and I don't want to be tied down here on Alseid with a kid, but I also don't want to give up my baby for adoption. I didn't want to bring a lawyer in on it but my dad told me that futas, well, uh..."

You pretend to be surprised - not very well. At least she doesn't suspect that you replaced all the emergency contraception pills in the dispensers in the studio bathrooms with placebos. "Oh. Wow. Uh, this is a lot to take in. I'll go ahead and sign this form, and accept the leagal liability and pay alimony. But I have a really important business venture I have to focus on right now." You artfully leave out the fact that that 'business venture' is going to involve giving Zayna's baby more than a few half-siblings.

Suddenly you do some math in your head. A payment to Zayna won't break the bank but if several others track you down... you could use a little extra income to top up your accounts. And you have a deviant desire to indulge. "...I don't suppose you'd be interested in modeling that sexy cowgirl outfit you wore in the film now that you're showing, would you? I haven't released the films yet, and I'd pay you a bonus. It's scheduled to be an exclusive release to streaming subscribers on this planet for the next 15 years... part of how my studio qualified for the 'local small business subsidy'. You're going to be leaving the planet anyway, right?"

Zayna looks shocked and confused. "But... why?"

You shrug and try to look apologetic. "Whether or not I meant for you to get pregnant from a scene like that," you choose your words carefully, "there are a lot of deviant perverts out there who will pay much, much higher prices for a porn holo where one or more of the actresses gets pregnant, and if we shoot a short 'epilogue' showing you ready to pop like this, you could get much higher royalties when I release it."

"Well..." Zayna looks down at her belly and bites her bottom lip.

...

A short while later you hang up the holo with a foxy blonde, with her agreeing to model a maternity version of the cutesy gingham "rancher's daughter" dress she was wearing in your western themed porn film. That had come immediately on the heels of a blonde beauty of a young actress who'd given you an irate call despite the fact that the swollen belly she was carrying around wasn't your kid at all - it was your 'goofy comic relief sidekick who plays the accordion' that was responsible for fathering her baby, in a comical-turned-carnal scene where his character distracts a female outlaw to help break the heroine (you) out of captivity. It was some nice method acting that she was genuinely surprised to feel the schlubby middle-aged guy whose cock she was riding spurting inside of her. Just like her bandit character in the ancient west, she had no birth control to protect her from the consequences, and had dashed off in a panic to clean herself out, which was written into the scene as a way for your comic-relief sidekick to spring you from the cell the bandits had you in.

Apparently that guy had skipped town so the girl swelling up with his child wound up coming after you, and you eventually had to hang up on her, telling her 'Listen, you're far from the first college student to get knocked up by a washed up loser just because he could play a musical instrument. And besides, you're the one who refused to do a scene with me because I was a futa.' ...not that her odds of walking away from the film without anything growing in her womb would've been better if she had agreed to work with you, but there was no need to tell her that.

Aside from the rancher's daughter actress, you also got a correspondence from that the young woman from your favorite scene in the film - a comedy relief segment where your futa cowgirl heroine gets stranded in the desert and eats some funny mushrooms, only to hallucinate a nearby cactus as a beautiful woman, and be shown getting needles pulled out of your body by the town doctor in the following scene (that being one of the two scenes you did with male actors... fortunately, those guys didn't have enhanced semen like you, and failed to fertilize you in spite of having left loads in your pussy).

Of course, outside the context of the film, the sexy young hispanic woman in a green cactus-themed minidress (and a flower in her hair) playing the role of your hallucination was quite real. And, when she'd given you a call a few minutes ago with her round tummy showing she'd been quite a fertile cactus flower, she was definitely feeling... prickly. Unlike the other three actresses who you impregnated in "Ride 'em Cowgirl" and who didn't abort (Kelly called back and changed her mind when she got your actual cash offer), the 'hallucinatory cactus girl' actress was very pointedly not interested in stretching that snug costume over her gravid figure to be added as a bonus feature on the holo release, and had some choice words for you.

You sigh and slump into the chair. "Alright, AI assistant - is that all the incoming calls? No more pregnant cowgirls to buy off?"

"No and yes." the AI responds emotionlessly in a chipper voice. "That was the last actress from 'Ride 'em Cowgirl'. However, in the internim we've been contacted by representatives from a couple of the 'baseball player' actresses from 'Field of Creams'., where you played the umpire in your second porn appearance, before you founded 'Red Giant'..."

"What?!" You groan and put a palm on your forehead. Not that you're disappointed to hear about more pregnant actresses, but... "I wasn't even directing that one! It was that fat fuck Mr. Gilder, I was just an actress he hired. It's not my fault he let me sweet-talk him into making it a creampie-themed porno and somebody somehow forgot to tell the girls before shooting, or that he ended up casting a bunch of actresses who were in their risky time of the month just because he blindly approved all my suggestions."

"Without offering any commentary on what is or isn't 'your fault'," the AI responds calmly, "the fact of the matter is that there are two women, 20 and 26, who claim that you fathered the unborn children they're currently carrying..."

You shake your head and shrug. "Damn. And after I went to such trouble to get fertility-enhancing nanites hidden in lipstick, so I could give Gilder a warm-up blowjob before his scene with 'Player #18' that would maximize his chances of knocking her up. I figured the scandal would focus on him and all those other guys instead of me... I mean, I was responsible for less than 20% of the pregnancies in Field of Creams."

"That's not quite accurate, Captain." the AI says. "2 out of 10 is 20% exactly."

"Alright... Let's give them the standard offer then." you say, steeling yourself.

"Wonderful!" the AI says. "And after that, there's another you may recognize... 'Layla Silver', 22 year old recent graduate who says that during her senior year she starred alongside you in a film where she played a shape-shifting time-traveling android assassin made of liquid metal? Title of 'The Sperminator'? It seems she's the only actress from that one who didn't abort... aside from the actress who played 'Teen Tomboy Resistance Fighter In The Future War', who is also expecting, but it looks like she is going after the actor who played 'Future Hero John Condor' rather than you, Captain."

....

Half an hour later you've moved on past the legal issues and are working on trying to secure some talent. Although your #1 priority will, of course, be finding as many naive, fertile wannabe-actresses as you can lure in with the opportunity to make several thousand credits in a day, you don't want to look too suspicious by being the only possible co-star with a cock. So, you've contacted one of the veteran male actors who did fantastic work during your first stint running 'Red Giant'. Unfortunately, he has different ideas than you on what 'fantastic work' means.

You're looking at a holo of one who typifies male talent, with a bulky muscular body and chiseled jawline - 'Amos Fullerman' being his porn alias. He's looking just as irate with you as some of the girls you've spoken to earlier as you wheedle him. "Come on, I need you for this, F-man!" you say. "Don't you wanna shoot with me again?"

"Shooting with you wasn't the problem, Mandy." the guy says with a roll of his eyes.

"But didn't you hear what the critics said when we released the film a few months ago?" you say. "Here, from 'BestPornFlix.XXX official reviews', and I quote... 'Director Mandy Bunz had perfect timing in capitalizing on the recent local news story where a prestigious female-only junior college operated by the Milky Way Church experienced a wave of pregnancies, already having 'Schoolgirl Impregnation Diaries: Appleseed U' ready to release within a day of the news breaking. But it wasn't just ripped-from-the-headlines timeliness that made this such a great watch. Credit has to be given to the viciously delicious dialogue, costuming, and cute performances Mandy Bunz coaxed out of her first-time actresses... and..." you raise your voice for emphasis, "the inimitable performance of star Amos Fullerman, as the teacher of the 'bad girls class' that made it a sector-wide best seller for several weeks running - and sold three times as many copies after the re-release a half year later.'"

You smile winningly at the screen. "C'mon, babe... surely you don't get publicity that good very often?"

"Are you shitting me? Amanda, that was a disaster!" the adult film vet says. "I got slapped with five, FIVE paternity suits! That holo is gonna end up costing me dozens of times what I earned from it! And I can't even work with most studios any more, because now I'm just gonna be known as 'that guy who knocked up five girls in the cash-in porn parody of a tabloid headline'! I'm gonna have to retire completely and start doing convention appearances and live-streaming-on-demand shit just to keep up with these alimony payments!"

You smirk. Amos doesn't realize that the reason all of those girls decided against terminating the buns they got in their ovens from doing scenes with him were actual, authentic St. Vivians' students who'd recently graduated. Even though they didn't have the school rules pressuring them anymore, they were too religious to do anything but allow their tummies to swell up with a porn actor's bastards. Under normal circumstances, they might be too scandalized by their pregnancies resulting from such an unseemly situation to pursue a pornstar for alimony payments. But, after about 5% of the entire St. Vivians student body ended up becoming unwed mothers in a single year, they could get away with it.

It's a shame you weren't able to drop loads in any of those recent graduates. But it was part of your deal with Valerie: she actually approved of the video because it had no futa-on-female stuff in it, and it served as a way to help cover up the fact that nearly one in four of the pregnant schoolgirls waddling their way through St. Vivians' halls (and almost all the pregnant staff and teachers) got that way by dropping their panties for a futa cock. The only scene involving a futa (you, of course) is a male-on-futa scene, as the Milky Way Church approves of. Selfishly, you'd scheduled your shoot with Amos at the end of the production, by which time he'd given creampies to so many nubile actresses in schoolgirl outfits that he had no sperm left for you. It was nice getting to enjoy a low-risk creampie of your own, for a change.

"If you need money, why are you complaining that I'm offering you more work?" you say.

"Because I've heard about your other stuff! Mandy, so far as I can tell, EVERY single holo you released had at least one actress get pregnant during the shoot. And then I found out you were one of the ones involved in that damn disaster 'Field of Creams' that caused my former boss Mr. Guilder's production company to fold up... No way I'm ever working for, or with you again." He hangs up.

You click your tongue and sigh. As bad as the fallout from your last time running a porn studio on this planet was, it's gonna be that much worse this time. It'll look suspicious if all the scenes for your new label involve you. You've offered to fly several prominent futa porn stars out here, but it seems that among the futa pornstar community, the lovely Python Jones (who got her porn name for exactly reason you'd expect) spread the word that your carelessness left her with an impending alimony payment of her own, in addition to a growing pregnancy that had **** her to put her career on pause. None of them are responding to your offers. Too bad, you were going to try and talk her into joining you for a sequel to "Judge Headd".

"Ah well. I'm already going to the trouble of finding fresh amateurs... maybe there'll be some futas I can recruit, too. AI assistant? Let's start casting."

"What project would you like to work on first, Captain Taffers?" The holographic woman says.

You lick your lips in anticipation. "Let's start with 'Nursery Rhymes'. We'll need at least five girls for that one. Then another 5 for 'Pretty Sailor Guardian Aquarius'. And another 4 for 'Schoolgirl Impregnation Diaries 2: Stand and Deliver'. Look for actresses on the younger side for those roles, if you can. Then, the 'MILF' roles, women in their thirties and up: We'll need to find three of asian descent for 'Joy Fuck Club', four who can handle classy roles for 'A Tale of Two Titties', and, the big ask, a full eleven for 'Twelve Horny Women'. That should be all I can handle on my own for the first couple weeks of shooting, since I'll be needing to handle the directing and marketing myself in addition to providing the starring roles. Plus I need to pace myself and take an hour or two break between scenes to make sure I don't start firing off loads without enough sperm in them to do the job."

"Captain," the AI says in its neutral tone, "According to my calculations, based on the projected rate of reproduction for those six projects alone, you will be rapidly approaching the point where your future legal and financial liabilities outstrip the value of winning your friend Claire's starship. Unless you manage to find some unexpected financial windfall, you will almost certainly need to sell the ship you win."

To make a point, the AI throws up a holographic spreadsheet. "Based on an estimated 64.7% willingness to pursue legal recourse, I estimate that you will be financially in the red even if you do succeed in winning Claire's ship if you procreate with 42 or more women over the next year, in the course of winning it."

"Forty two, eh?" you giggle wickedly. "That's, what, me knocking up an average of one girl a week or so, up through the end of the bet? I should be able to manage that no problem. I bet I can double that number, if I break a bit of a sweat."

"Double...?!" Despite being a lifeless machine, the AI sounds shocked. "Captain, this system feels obligated to inform you that, in the past 13 months, you have produced no less than forty six children with forty four different women, with another thirty five of your sex partners at least three months pregnant. According to my databases, this puts you in the top 96th percentile of the known galactic population in terms of known numbers of offspring-"

"Only the 96th percentile?" you are a little shocked by that. "I thought it'd be higher than that. 4 percent of the galactic population has had 70-plus kids?"

"That figure includes not only sperm bank donors, but also non-human species who give birth to litters or who have a 1-to-10 male to female ratio!" the AI says, sounding agitated.

"Pffft.... I really need to set you up on a date with my wrist-computer AI." you say. "It's way more positive and upbeat then you are. Why're you saying all that like it's a bad thing?"

"I understand you biological life forms have an irrational preoccupation with reproduction, but aren't you supposed to have some survival instincts, too? You are going to screw your way right into the poor-house, Captain! Even if you don't have a self-preservation protocol, I do! I don't want to end up sold to a corporation and **** to do their accounting!" the computerized woman whines.

"Hey, if you want to blame someone, blame Claire. I don't know exactly what, but she's clearly going to some pretty damn immoral lengths if her score was jumping like that. Oooh, I can't wait to pry all those details out of her. I bet she blackmailed and mind-broke a big corporate executive into her orgasm ****, or something like that." you giggle salaciously. The AI just silently starts carrying out your command, helpless to do anything else.

"Anyway, we're still good for shooting here on Alseid, right?" you say. "I'm kind of surprised you didn't have anything about the authorities objecting to me opening this studio back up. I would've thought there would be some outcry or something. I mean, the fact that this colony keeps going through this endless series of 'lockdowns' out of fear of that nanite plague is bad enough, but then there's the the usual methods of contraception suddenly becoming hard to come by due to involving nanites. A bunch of porn starlets becoming mothers must've been a planet-wide embarrassment for them, right?"

The AI responds. "I calculate a high probability that the spike in accidental pregnancies was a fully intended effect of those lockdowns, Captain. This colony has been suffering population loss for years now. It's become a victim of its own success. Now that Alseid's metallurgy and manufacturing industry has reached maturity and become sufficiently profitable that the wealth trickled down, people can afford to leave. There are no good universities, no arts scene, and no political authorities care about this place. The planetary leadership is finding out that no matter how successful their industrialization programme was, a backwater with money is still a backwater. That's why it offers the most generous financial incentives for new parents of any colony in the entire sector, otherwise they are facing an emigration **** spiral."

"Ah," you say. "That makes sense. I guess it's not exactly trendy to live on a hellish ball of molten rock where you could never step outside of one of the domed cities without getting charred to ashes, no matter how well-paying the jobs are. Plus, this place is just kinda... low class. It doesn't matter how much money you have, if you come from a place like this, none of the elite core-worlds are going to take you seriously. Nowadays, status and connections matter more than just a big pile of credits." you click your tongue.

"Also, I might point out, that you are perhaps over-estimating your importance, Captain." The AI says. "This is a planet of a quarter of a billion citizens. You and your bet and the porn studio you ran had less than 1/1000th as much of an impact on the planetary demographics than a 5-minute blackout in the power system last year."

"And that, too, sounds like a challenge. Surely I can manage to be responsible for more pregnancies than just the lights going out for five minutes." you smile. "Ah, here we go. This girl from the job boards looks like a likely prospect. Let's see if we can arrange to shoot the first scene of 'Nursery Rhymes' this afternoon. Scene 1: 'Little Blow Peep'. Computer, send an order to the costume shop. We'll need a pink satin dress with sheer striped sleeves and a faux lace-up bodice in the front, a pink bow, a ruffled pink poka-dot skirt with a sheer striped overlay, white lace gloves, a pink bonnet hat, matching poka-dot stockings, and a... uh... whatever they call that old fashioned sheep stick thing."

"It's called a 'crook'. I should think you would be familiar with that term, Captain." the AI hologram says, clearly nearing the end of its patience.

"Yeah, that's it. Oh, and a wool two-piece bikini and a collar with a bell on it for me. Plus a sheep-tail butt plug." you say, licking your lips as you peruse the model profile of the petite dark-haired, tan-skinned hispanic girl being displayed in front of your console...