A short detour to the movies to 'provide a chaperone' that night, then on to the final school day

At first, after your mind-blowing outing with the two gorgeous golfers, you planned on getting an early night. But duty has called you out again. It's past midnight, and you're sitting in a holo-theater. It's hard to imagine any holofilm being more entertaining than what you've been doing as a matter of course on this station. But then, the cheesy mass-market horror holo being projected in front of you is of much less interest than the bosoms pressing against your shoulder and the hands wandering their way down your chest, giving each of your boobs a squeeze before wandering down to your crotch to explore the tent you're pitching there.

It seems that your communicator was smarter than you gave it credit for, almost scarily so. The device's primitive AI seems to have some idea of what you're about, as it took the initiative of informing you that one of the message boards you'd infiltrated had a student looking for a tight-lipped 'chaperone' to accompany her to a screening of a new release... at first she claimed to see it before her friends. But then, right when you were buying them, she 'suddenly had a thought' that if you bought her a bunch of extra tickets, she could share them with her friends. At first, she tried to take off as soon as you did so, promising she'd 'pay you back later'. It seems Blake wasn't the only one making extra pocket money by scalping restricted luxuries. But then you told her you didn't need payment, it'd be enough to just get to see it with her... didn't she want to watch it twice anyway, you sweet talked her?

The thought makes you chuckle. Once again, the supposedly strict rules of St. Applegate designed to protect the innocence of the youth is resulting in precisely the opposite; the age restriction categories on this station are absurdly high for 'unwholesome' holofilms, even the ones that don't get banned outright for being pornographic. For a holo like this one, 'Attack of the Reality-Devourers' with some mild nudity and graphic ****, the minimum age to purchase tickets is 28... which means students need a chaperone, alone or in a group.

Paying no attention to the holo, you instead focus on the broad, toothy smile of the giggling young woman next to you. When you met up with her outside the theater, you said a quiet prayer of thanks that you'd decided to rest up after the golf challenge instead of trying the local bar scene again; six hours should've been plenty of time to build up a nice, thick load.

Her name is Mikayla. She's a very pretty sophomore who looks to be of mixed african descent with honey-brown skin that you want to taste far more than the overpriced chocolate bar you bought at the concession stand, and stylishly straightened hair flowing down to her shoulders. She's wearing her school uniform - a collared white babydoll tee that shows off her midriff. That white fabric is so tight that you can see her hard nipples, the ripe, bouncy tomatoes underneath unconstrained by any bra. The plaid purple tie hangs down to her navel, matching the pattern of her miniskirt. Mikayla giggles again and flutters her long eyelashes as she slips her hand into your shorts.

Soon she's encouraging you to 'let yourself go'. It seems that she planned on just thanking you with a handjob. Normally you'd be quite pleased with that... but you're on a mission, so you start with the honeyed words. "Oh, but I don't want to get the seats or the floor sticky, I could get in a lot of trouble if they traced my DNA." It takes a while and some nimble work by your insistent fingers, but by the time the intermission ends, you're peeling her damp panties off and urging her up into your lap.

You chuckle looking up at the holograms of the film. That's Debbie Munroe there, isn't it? You recall that Claire always had a bit of a crush on her from that delightfully corny serial 'Galaxy Rider'. Ah... alas, no, on second glance it's a different, younger actress wearing a version of Lacy's iconic outfit from the show that's just different enough to be legally distinct... your hopes that Debbie herself had gotten out from under the pile of legal red tape keeping her off the screen are dashed. It'd be quite a feather in your cap if you could track the real Debbie down at some point and make a little movie of your own with her... she's out of work right now, isn't she? You make a mental note to redouble your efforts to make some contacts in the porn holo industry.

You shake away such scheming thoughts and refocus yourself on the task of building a solid base of points with this heavenly Academy's help as you squeeze Mikayla's pert little butt with one hand and unbuckle your shorts with your other, unleashing your own 'movie monster' standing to attention.

Mikayla clears her throat. "Ohmigosh, I can't believe I let you talk me into this... Hey, 'cmon lady, hurry up and get it ready. Somebody is going to see me standing up in front of your seat like this..."

You verbally reassure her it'll be perfectly safe... not knowing that what you mean is safe for your little soldiers in particular, safe from being cruelly marooned in a barren rubber sarcophagus. Mikayla listens intently for the reassuring crinkle of cellophane in your hand before she eases her tight pussy onto your straining cockhead. She covers her mouth with her hand and gasps as she sinks all the way down onto the thick shaft.

A naughty giggle escapes your lips as the dark-skinned student slides her tight cunt onto you a centimeter at a time. Even as you try to focus on the heavenly task at hand, seeing the pale imitation of Miss Munroe flouncing around on the screen in a skintight spacesuit makes you recall that you used to needle Claire for perving on an actress who wasn't even 18 until several seasons into the serial. You do owe her an apology for being hypocritical on account of how you're currently quivering in pleasure as a college student half your age nestles her moist pink labial lips atop the tense nuggets of your balls.

She leans back against you, letting the stiff buds of your nipples press against her back. You make sure to grab hold of those lovely tits of hers through the thin fabric of her shirt so you can feel them bouncing as Mikayla hops up and down on you.

Even with Belinda having coaxed such a load out of you earlier on the golf course, an urgent tremble is already building in your nuts as Mikayla grinds her firm butt against your lap. Some of the students you gave a good fucking earlier in the day might have slightly better odds of their next ovulation running the gauntlet of your swimmers without any collisions, on account of you having had as little as half an hour to recover between them. But right now, between a solid six hour break since the golf game and thoughts of Claire putting you in overdrive, Mikayla is risking the most potent load since the one Blake received as part and parcel of her ill-fated negotiating tactic.

The over-acted screams of horror in the holo cover up the sound of Mikayla's sweet brown booty clapping softly against your hips. In spite of her petite frame, this latest naughty schoolgirl is taking your girthy cock all the way down to the base. It drives you wild with sinful delight knowing that she's blissfully unaware of what's about to transpire as she seeks her pleasure by grinding her clit against the firm surface of your balls. The insistent tingle building up in those mischief-making orbs in your sack becomes a **** ache.

Just as you're about to go over the edge and Mikayla murmurs that she's about to cum herself, you hear a startled feminine yelp, only audible against the noise of the horror holo because of your enhanced senses. It came from somewhere else in the theater, a dozen feet away or so. You wonder if... ah, sure enough, a few seconds later your comm (in silent mode) vibrates against your wrist. Without even checking, you know it's registering another potential impregnation assist.

Edging yourself further with Mikayla's tight cunt, you glance over in that direction, your enhanced eyes easily able to cope with the darkness and reflected flashes. You'd expected to see another schoolgirl's skirt fluttering as she hopped up in alarm, but instead, it's a more mature curvaceous woman with a prim pageboy haircut, wearing a suit jacket that flatters her busty figure nicely, pushing herself up off someone's lap. The woman tut-tuts indignantly as she pops a bowlegged stance and looks down at her dribbling pussy before hurriedly tugging her pencil skirt back down into place and settling back into her seat.

She blocks your view of whoever she'd been fucking, but turns and whispers harshly to them: "For God's sake...! The... 'little sheath' just broke! Young lady, if this is your idea of a joke..." she hisses sternly.

The response is a quavering, nasal feminine voice. "Oh... oh no! I'd never do such a thing! I don't understand, the sorority who sold it to me promised they were the most reliable kind! Why does this keep happening to me?" she adds in a whiny tone.

"Wh... 'keep?!'" The older woman mutters in disbelief.

"Uh, er, um... Do you want me to get down between your legs and clean you up, ma'am?" The geeky girl's voice stammers.

"Shhh! Keep your voice down!" Her mature lover hisses back. "...not until after the end."

At first, the excitement of this little drama playing out helped you hold out longer, distracting you from the feeling of the tight co-ed pussy gripping your cock for dear life as Mikayla buries her face in the crook of her elbow to muffle her moaning orgasm. But the sudden thought that a couple of future students on this station might someday learn they were conceived within a few minutes of each other in the same holo theater sends a current of white-hot lust up and down your spine. You're breathing even faster than Mikayla as she gasps for air, sweat absolutely soaking the back of your outfit.

"Oh Mikayla..." you straighten up in your seat to press your soft, feminine lips against the back of her neck. "I'm at my limit... I'm about to blow my whole load."

Mikayla ceases her bouncing motions and rests on your lap, trickles of her juices flowing out from the seam between her pussy lips and your ominously trembling balls as your thighs begin to shudder involuntarily. She either wasn't paying attention to what you said or is preoccupied with her own afterglow. "That felt sooooo good, miss," she sighs in contentment. "The condom is so thin, I could feel everything..."

"Huh?" you murmur in a confused haze... focusing completely on the overwhelming pleasure and your depraved fantasies having made you forget all about your earlier bluff. The confusion in your voice is genuine as you ask: "What condom?"

Mikayla tenses up in your lap as she struggles to process your words through a haze of post-orgasmic bliss. With your last semi-rational thought you decide it's only sporting to give her a second or two to parse this 'innocent little miscommunication' before you pump her full of jizz.

The perky young lady in your lap pushes back against your own boobs with her shoulders and tries to slap away your hands, which still have a firm grip on her exposed midriff. "Oh fuck, oh fuck...!" she says too-loudly, drawing judgmental stares from a couple of the local prudes... her feet stumble and she puts all her weight on your lap.

Fortunately, a big 'jump scare' moment in the holo comes up as a computer-generated alien slithers out of an air vent and devours the ersatz-Debbie-Munroe's character in the holo. Some of the audience scream, but more chuckle or groan at how predictable it was. Either way, it helps make your own sultry groan of pleasure less conspicuous.

Mikayla's shocked gasp has nothing to do with the fictional demise of 'Lissy Cometfield' in the holo. Your cock swells up and trembles... and then the piping hot load that your balls have been frantically brewing up since before she sat down next to you bursts forth.

"Ahhhhhh," you exhale a deep, relieved sigh as you pat the college girl in your lap fondly on her cute tummy. "Pretty meanspirited of them to put a badly acted parody of Lacy Starchild in the holo just to kill her off." You start commenting casually on the dumb horror holo even as your cock twitches and fires off a second, slightly weaker pulse of cum mere moments before Mikayla can push herself off you, letting your wet cock flop back onto your stomach, gradually beginning to soften.

She takes a white-knuckles grip on the armrests and rests her tight bottom on your thigh. At first, in the dim light, she can't clearly that see your slowly deflating cock is quite bare. You continue commenting in a relaxed tone as if nothing untoward has taken place. "Those studio execs did her dirty with that contract, I bet they threw that in just to taunt all us fans who wanted a 'Galaxy Rider' movie."

"WHAT THE F-" Mikayla starts to shout and then catches herself, glancing back over her shoulder at the audience... no one is seated too close, but not so far they won't hear her if she raises her voice. "C-Captain! Did you just... y'know... cum inside of me?"

"Ah... yeah, I think I did." you say in a lackadaisical voice. "I haven't had such a satisfying orgasm since..." you cut yourself off before you say 'this afternoon'. "Hmm, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" The schoolgirl shoots you a disbelieving wide-eyed glare. "The fuck happened to the condom you unwrapped? You didn't put it on?"

You smile sweetly, trying to look innocent, imagining that your softly glowing red hair gives you an 'angelic' aura of innocence. "Sorry, I thought I mentioned, the concession stand didn't have them. Gave me a nasty look when I asked, too." With your free hand you reach over to the seat beside you and start unwrapping a second tiny overpriced chocolate bar, producing the same crinkling-cellophane sound as before. "Something about looking at you really put me in the mood for some chocolate." you give her a kiss on the cheek, but while she'd responded sweetly to your kisses earlier, now her expression could better be described as 'sour'.

In all fairness, you hadn't lied and told Mikayla it was a condom you were unwrapping. How can she blame you just because she jumped to conclusions before lowering herself onto your cock? You continue in a breezy tone. "We're safe, though. I made sure to scan myself twice for any contagious illnesses before the movie. I'm as healthy as an Algolian racehorse." You almost said 'stud horse', but that might be a little too blatant.

Underneath your palm, you feel the lovely student's midsection tense up as she tries to push. A little bit of the sticky, sperm-laden white load you blasted into her dribbles back down onto your thigh. "Shit! Didn't you read the laws on this station? Every kind of birth control besides condoms are illegal, and even those are hard to get! The whole reason I agreed to fool around is because you're a spacer and I assumed you would have one!" In spite of the semi-public setting her voice is getting louder and louder as she freaks out.

You open your mouth and start to make a "cute" comment about picking out baby names but think better of it, since Mikayla here could get you arrested for this if she really wanted to. Blowing huge loads of fertile cum inside of schoolgirls may be just barely within the bounds of legality on this station as long as they're of age to give consent (and give it), but you have to imagine that the penalties for "public indecency" are pretty stiff, no pun intended... and probably enforced against outsiders with a lot less room for leniency. Not to mention if they manage to connect the test-cheating or condom smuggling scandals to you, losing your ship and freedom to Claire might look like nothing... just because a 100 year prison sentence doesn't equate to a life sentence any more doesn't mean you're eager to serve one. You gulp.

"Don't worry about it, cutie. I keep a little something in a dispenser on my wristcomm for emergencies." You fiddle with your wrist and hand Mikayla a small red lozenge. "There, an after-the-fact contraceptive pill. Don't tell anybody you got it from me, okay?"

Mikayla snatches it out of your palm desperately as she slides back over onto her seat, not caring that she's leaking a pool of cum on the theater seat. You gasp and start to panic. "Ah! M-make sure you swallow it whole, don't bite into it, that'll ruin it!" you exclaim hastily.

The lithe cocoa-skinned sophomore tosses the small lozenge in her mouth and gulps. "Hmph... Still damn rude of you to not wear a condom, Captain. I'd be really pissed if I had to miss the end of the holo running to the bathroom to wash your cum out." she says with a roll of her eyes as she tugs her panties back up.

You sigh in relief and silently, discretely wad up the tiny baggie of 'YummyYum Candies: Sweet Peanut Butter In a Thin Candy Shell!' you'd bought at an outrageous markup from the concession stand before tossing it in the wastebasket. Good thing you have a sweet tooth for more than just pussy.

It's now the morning of the final day of the school week. You know, logically, that you should get moving again before you make more of a stir than you already have. If you stick around for too long, the way that you've been misbehaving, you could get caught with those illegal test answer keys, or those nanites you'd deployed might raise suspicion. Or... more simply and more likely, one or more of the families of the academy students you've been knocking up personally is going to come after you. Justice tends to bend to the will of the powerful, and a prominent family could probably convince them to impound your ship... which would be staggeringly costly in both time and credits.

But. Your mind always goes back to 'but'. As a shipowner, you've learned that walking away from a golden opportunity because circumstances make you a little nervous can be the biggest risk of all. Considering your last few station visits, even though you had a run of good luck just before coming (heheh...) here to St. Applegate, that was just luck.

You check your score again as you straighten your sporty visor in the morning sun(-simulating lamps). You're now sitting at +6 points since you got to St. Applegate five days ago, all of them from the standard 1 point mark... including Belinda. Thanks to the potent pill she'd insisted on making a part of her lucrative bet, your judging algorithm, though programmed to be conservative to avoid false positives, has registered it's almost certain that the sporty young businesswoman won more than a bundle of money yesterday, and is going to have to learn how to putt with a protruding belly if she doesn't want her golf game to get rusty.

Aside from Belinda, as well as Jessica in her tempting jogging leotard, several of the others, starting with glasses girl in the tutoring session and that fast-moving redhead who bent over for you in the hallway your first day visiting the academy, have a special 'tampered condom' subcategory attached to them. Since you last checked, there are another two in that category from your first day on the prowl, including that tall, busty girl Harper and a petite blonde freshman wearing a pink plaid sweater vest who you'd bent over a desk right after her... memorable because of the way her playful attitude turned sour very quickly after the mishap that added her to your score. You chuckle at that latter one... Christine, you think her name was. No wonder she was so upset about the condom breaking that she chased you at a brisk walk halfway back to your ship before she realized that walking quickly was making your cum dribble all the way down to her knee socks; clearly she'd known it was a dangerous day for her. That's an astonishing number of scores, and thanks to your recently purchased enhancement, it's likely that a third or more of the other seventeen or so who've taken a load of your cum are going to missing their period as well.

You marvel again at your devilish luck and hedonistic opportunism. Each of those points on the screen represents an egg fertilized with your robust futanari DNA implanting. A lot of early pregnancies still end naturally on their own, though not nearly as many as in the distant pre-spaceflight past thanks to many centuries of micro-evolution via the colonization process and subtle genetic alterations making modern day humans slightly more reproductively robust than their ancestors... even allowing for that, and also allowing for the fact that some of these ladies will likely decide they'd rather be academically suspended for three semesters than continue their classes through 3 trimesters, it seems all but certain your visit here will be worth considerably more a year from now.

You scroll down to earlier. 9 of the 17 escorts, streetwalkers and strippers you've gotten pregnant since the bet began were just in the last month. You were incredibly fortunate to run into the likes of Asami, the young, naive azure-haired stripper with tiny boobs but a lovely round ass working that strip club (ooh - she's still registering as pregnant a week later, maybe she's considering going through with it despite the indignant tongue-lashing she gave you for 'forgetting' to pull out), that tomboyish hispanic maintenance tech from the docks, and the cute blonde pixie who'd jumped in the hot tub with you a couple months before that. Those last two are examples of girls who weren't even working in the sex industry, yet had been willing to jump right to unprotected fucking within an hour of you meeting them, despite knowing that they weren't on any contraceptives.

On further consideration, you can't count on having that kind of luck in the future. Those last few stations were outliers, you now realize... adjacent to several low-tech frontier worlds where but close enough to vice-driven vacation planets that there is a confluence of single women trying to make it in a sleazy, unfamiliar environment despite likely not having had the best access to sex education, thanks to the influence of the Milky Way Church and several expansionist political movements. It's not likely that you'll find many other places where, say, a young woman rebelling against her middle class parents by adventurously working at a strip club (such as the aforementioned Asami) is going to be relying on guests in a VIP room to pull out, without being on contraceptive nanites or even a low-tech pill.

It's settled then. You'll 'plow ahead' so to speak with your visit, for at least another day or two. It's unlikely you'll find another environment or situation as favorable as St. Vivian's Academy, unless you can figure out a way of creating one. This bet isn't just a numbers game after all, but a game of psychology. The smart thing to do is overwhelm Claire with an eye-popping score and make her concede early. And even though the number of requests for your cheat sheets has slowed to a trickle, which isn't surprising since most of the various girls who took you up on it so far were none too happy about receiving 20 million or so lively sperm along with their answer keys, there are still messages from a couple more prospective takers in your wrist-comm.

...and, the fact that you've spent the last 45 minutes going around the Academy grounds watching members of the various sports clubs and teams going about their practice MAY have something to do with your decision not to leave just yet. As gorgeous girls in bloomers and sports bras jog past for the track team, and the volleyball team in snug jerseys and bikini bottoms with their player number go about warming up, you chug down the last of your performance-enhancing drinks with determination.

Unfortunately, it seems you've gotten a little overconfident in your ability to seduce the wholesome young women of this great educational institution. Most of them are about as slutty as it comes, but there are limits; your good-natured attempts to get in on their practice routines by posing as a local resident, substitute assistant coach, or a 'new transfer student', only succeed in making the girls you talk to suspicious of your motives, and rightly so. Not only do none of them let you stick around to join them but it's possible they'll report you to someone.

You bite your lip as you endure your fourth rejection in short order. After the heavenly experience of fucking those two risk-taking golfers yesterday, you are determined to get at least one more tryst in with an alluring athlete or two. But alas, students in groups are unapproachable. In quick succession, a group of bubbly blonde tennis players, a trio of fit ponytailed beauties in the snug bloomers and sports bra of the track team, and a pair of perky cheerleaders blow you off. Since you don't push your luck, their rejections aren't too harsh... on the contrary, they are clearly loving the opportunity to tease you, those last two deliberately flashing you from under their skirts as they walk away.

Your mind is so consumed with planning how to give at least a few of those sporty beauties a mutually enjoyable pounding when they meet for their club practice after classes today or tomorrow on Saturday morning that it takes your communicator beeping at you to remind you that you've nearly disastrously missed an appointment. You end up having to draw an uncomfortable amount of attention to yourself running to an empty study hall. And just then, that pest Jonas Ranton starts calling you.