After giving a risky ride to another actress, you and Vincent have an in-character confrontation as foreplay!

Luckily for you, Shanna, the actress playing 'Squire Gawain' in "Knights of the Round Belly", didn't bother memorizing the script. Like a lot of people here on Alseid, she has optic implants, so she can just read the lines as they come up. She was a little miffed when she was informed of the last minute changes meaning she'd be shooting the scene with you instead of who she expected.

Despite being a three year veteran of porn vids, Shanna had insisted that she "didn't do gross kinky shit" and wasn't even interested in girl-on-girl stuff. 'Solo or no more than 2 guys only. No girl-girl, no kink, no rawdog' is what her profile had said were her limits. Even though native-born futas are very rare on Alseid, the fact that she didn't specifically exclude futa means you figured you had a chance. Shanna had given you a very dubious stare when you showed up in your chainmail-patterned two-piece bikini, with your excitement causing the pink tip of your cock to already poke out from your bottoms.

It was only after a lot of glaring and sighing that she acceded. The excuse Shanna offered for agreeing was that it'd be a waste of her afternoon otherwise... little suspecting that this low-budget porn scene wearing a campy costume could have permanent consequences. When she saw you glancing at your wrist computer during the negotiation, she just raised an eyebrow in annoyance at being ignored - not realizing that the reason you just got harder is because of the message you were seeing, regarding the outcome of you and Marisol's scene with Harmony and Nia yesterday.

It seems that, according to the rules of the Platinum Star contract guild, as per your bet with Claire, getting a college-age porn actress in a cheerleader costume pregnant does not count as a genuine cheerleader impregnation. Only one actual cheerleader from St. Vivians is helping carry on your genetic legacy, which is pretty far off from the 20 you'd need for that bet-winning bonus Valerie had tempted you with since Harmony doesn't fit the criteria.

You couldn't be too upset knowing that cute latina actress Harmony might be having your kid, though, bonus or no bonus. Shanna probably should've asked what was making you so excited. But she just shrugged and suggested you get the scene over with. You couldn't agree more; as much as you're looking forward to getting intimate with Vincent again, seeing Shanna standing in front of you makes you very glad that you've got the massive load that your nuts spent all night preparing ready to go.

Shanna is a tall, leggy black girl with her hair done up in two thick, twisted braids hanging down to her shoulders. Like most experienced pornstars, she has some body art, with a couple of tattoos on each shoulder and a nose ring. Her thick dick-sucking lips are adorned with jet-black lip gloss. Her petite body type is a long-time favorite of yours.

The 'knight' costume she has on is just a shiny silver bikini top with shoulder straps, and a skirt made of hanging silvery strips, looking only vaguely like armor. Her perky little A-cup tits are cupped so snugly by the material of her bikini top that you can see her nipples poking through. Here on Alseid, it seems that small, natural tits are more in fashion than the big augmented kind - and you wouldn't change a thing about them. All the time you were talking to her, you were imagining how they'd feel in your hands.

And, as it turned out, you didn't have long to wait. Shanna lazily skipped through approximately half of her lines for the scene, delivering them with all the enthusiasm of a fast-food server repeating the customer's order before she stripped naked. She wasn't up for any lengthy making out and just got on her knees in front of the throne you were sitting in and got straight to work.

After leaving some of that black lip gloss of hers in rings around your cock, she slid the 'authentic medieval condom' onto your cock (which is to say, an ordinary condom with a studded leather armor pattern printed on it). Unbeknownst to her, the printing process had 'accidentally' left the rubber critically weakened - if she knew, she might have hesitated to bend over for your cock. And after a lengthy doggy-style pounding took you close to your limit, she definintely wouldn't have wanted to straddle your lap and lower her pussy onto your throbbing shaft in reverse cowgirl position.

Just as you'd planned, Vincent is shown into the studio right as Shanna is riding the same cock that had given Vinny the swollen tummy she's swinging around. "Oh, for fuck's sake...!" Vincent groans in annoyance as she glimpses your neon red hair past Shanna's lithe body and realizes it's you.

As delightful as it already was squeezing Shanna's delicate titties in your hands as her tight cuntlips glide up and down on your naughty cock, knowing that Vincent is getting to watch the same flushed pink futa balls that burdened her with a baby about to do the same to another fit young woman is the kind of pleasure that makes you forget all about things like consequences.

The slender dark-skinned girl in your lap lets your cock slip out of her, the glistening glans coming to rest against her midriff. "Cut, cut." she says. "Who the fuck is this, Mandy? You didn't tell your baby mama you were doing porn, or something?" Vincent shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

You sit up and peek at the temperamental tomboy from over Shanna's shoulder. "Well? You want to tell my co-star how you know me, Vincent? Or should we go ahead and finish the scene? With all that implies?" For emphasis, you take your hand and slap the head of your cock against Shanna's flat (for now) tummy a couple of times.

Vincent rests a hand on the pale, gravid belly protruding from over her shorts. The formerly androgynous young redhead stares at your futa parts. For the past few months she's been getting constant reminders of your duplicitous nature every time she feels your baby kicking inside her womb. Based on what she said yesterday, unlike a lot of the St. Vivians schoolgirls you knocked up, Vincent isn't planning on putting her child up for adoption - she knows that she and her family will be dealing with the ramifications of you selfishly shucking off that condom for years to come.

Even if it's far too late to save herself from your devilish sperm, the pregnant tomboy whose **** plot you blundered into back on St. Applegate can save this amateur porn actress in front of her from a similar fate, by warning her not to trust any condoms where you're involved.

But, that would mean admitting what happened. And the only reason to do it would be if Vincent really cares about the fate of the jaded young porn starlet sitting in your lap. It simply doesn't affect Vinny's life at all whether or not this other girl rides her way to single motherhood today. From what she said about her grade school rival Jeanette yesterday, Vinny seems to have a philosophy of 'misery loves company'. The only thing that makes Vinny's situation remotely tolerable to her is that Jeanette will be having to take care of seven babies (two from her three-way with a twin brother and sister that got her into trouble in the first place, four more from the 'clients' Professor Hochman pimped her out to who didn't have a husband to pass off as the father, and the twins she pumped into Ilse Hochman herself) instead of just one.

Shanna's fate is decided with a slight shrug of Vincent's shoulders. "Pfft," she huffs with a roll of her eyes, "as if I'd marry a futa. I came here to do a scene, same as you. I'm just pissed at Mandy because she called me out here this early in the day without even having my script ready." Vincent's green eyes flick down to the black girl's trim midriff and belly button, with a clear hint of jealousy. "Go ahead and finish the scene or whatever, Mandy. I'll be waiting."

Vincent waddles over to the far end of the room. Even a highly athletic girl like her has to lead with her jutting belly at this late stage of pregnancy. It's almost enough to make you feel guilty. Actually, more than a couple of sexy young women right here on Alseid are experiencing that same frustrating hindrance on account of your selfish cock. Perhaps Vincent will get some small consolation when you tell her that you're going to be experiencing the same in a year or two, on account of her hot pussy tempting you into failing Vivian's morality test.

And speaking of hot young pussy - you have one just inches away from your juice-slicked cock shaft. Shanna gives one last look at Vincent and lifts herself up slightly. "Where'd you find freckle-face over there?"

"Ah? Vincent, you mean?" You're eager to start the scene again. "I, ah, discovered her at St. Applegate. She's a college student there. I heard she got pregnant, so I decided she'd be perfect for a pregnancy fetish scene. Seems the odds caught up with her when she was having fun with a campus visitor. They don't allow any kind of birth control on those Milky Way Church colonies, you know... not even condoms." you say.

Reminding yourself of your blasphemous breeding crusade on Vincent's home colony stops your cock from softening even a little. You squeeze Shanna's slender midriff tight, silently whispering encouragement to your sperm not to slack off their duty and make sure to give Vincent's baby another mixed-race sibling. Shanna teases the crown of your straining cock over her pussy lips.

As she watches Vincent sit down at the other end of the room, Shanna huffs slightly. "I can't believe those dumb religious bitches, getting themselves knocked up while they're still in college. Nobody here on Alseid would fall for that dumb superstitious bullshit about condoms making god cry, or whatever the fuck they believe."

A thrill runs through your spine as you imagine Shanna thinking back on this day in a few months when she starts showing. It takes all your willpower not to brag about the fact that, while the population of Alseid's religious and social views may be totally opposite of St. Applegate's in theory, in reality, young ladies on St. Applegate's suburban elysium are almost as slutty as the jaded city-dwellers like Shanna that keep wandering into your porn studio.

Not only that, but the government of Alseid has pursued the same kind of anti-contraceptive, pro-natal policies as St. Applegate, that serve to nudge the female population into carrying children conceived in ill-thought-out flings to term... except Alseid does it by quiet, technocratic means rather than with St. Applegate's religious self-righteousness.

While St. Applegate bans various methods of contraception and abortion outright, Alseid makes them de-jure legal, yet throttles access with excuses about safety regulations. On St. Applegate, those who get knocked up in the seediest of circumstances are shamed into carrying their little accidents to term. On Alseid, nobody cares about a "consistent life ethic" or the human rights of a fertilized ovum, so the administration just bribes them into letting nature take its course. These policies are implemented on St. Applegate at the behest of religious true believers who think they're doing God's will. Here on Alseid, they are put into practice by disinterested technocrats who've bloodlessly calculated that the consequences from increased illegitimacy impact the colony's bottom line less than population shrinkage.

The two societies think they're so different, but the end result is the same: lots of sexy girls getting rewarded for their slutty behavior with swollen bellies and single motherhood. Perhaps both St. Applegate and Alseid - the heavenly space station floating above an untouched Eden of a planet, and the hellish volcanic world with domed cities - are equally cynical, in their own way. If they're going to make it easy for bad apples like you and Marisol to contribute to their gene pool through despicably dishonest means, you'll gladly take advantage of both.

"Let's finish the scene, Shanna. Action!" you shout. The slender dark-skinned beauty moans theatrically as she eases her pussy down onto your cock again. You make sure Vincent gets a good view of Shanna's tight ebony cunt gliding up and down on your glistening shaft as her 'knight' character continues her 'riding practice'.

"Oh, Squire Gawain! This is better than I expected!" you shout in a strangled voice as Shanna rocks back and forth on your lap, waggling your cock around deep inside her twat. "Dost thou think the armor will hold? My rowdy sperm hath breached the barriers and left many a maiden fair needing to call upon the castle midwife!"

Shanna is completely tuning out the cringeworthy dialogue as she bounces her cute ass up and down on your lap. "Oh yeah. Yes to all that shit you said. Your big dick is making me so horny I'm about to cum." Her words may not have the greatest of enthusiasm but her motions do, and that's what counts.

You groan and stop fighting the inevitable. A fountain of gooey jizz erupts deep in Shanna's pussy as the porn actress is grinding against your lap. You give her trim (for now) tummy an appreciative pat of victory as her motions slow. You can't help but notice that Vincent is watching with fascination when, inevitably, Shanna gets up off your lap and finds out that the 'costume condom' broke and she now has a pussy full of virile futa cum.

"Aw shit." Compared to the firey reactions you sometimes get, Shanna's is decidedly underwhelming. She just frowns slightly. There is a 'ding' from the nearby holo cameras as the scene finishes and fades to black. Shanna stands up off your lap, looking with annoyance at the torn-open condom on your dick.

"You didn't even check the condom? Damn it. I told y'all I'm not on any birth control. If I get pregnant I'm suing your asses." she says in a mildly irate voice as she strolls off towards the showers. "Last time I shoot with a fuckin' futa, I swear."

You towel off and change into a silk robe, discarding your chainmail bikini costume, then plopping down onto the loveseat next to Vincent.

After a silence, Vincent glances at you. "So I guess that solves the mystery of why the prenatal clinics back home have been so crowded with big-bellied St. Vivians students over the past 9 months. I know even you couldn't be directly responsible for all of them, but it seemed like a big coincidence that it started happening right when you visited."

You smirk at Vincent. "If you suspected that was the case, why didn't you warn that porn actress on my lap? I thought you wanted to reduce the number of half-siblings your baby will have."

The short-haired redhead makes a sour face. "I don't care about some random whore from a shithole planet like this. It's St. Applegate I have to live on. I just want to know why. You and this other futa freak are competing for who can have the most kids, right? I understand that's why you did this to me, and a bunch of St. Vivians girls. But why did you sabotage ALL the condoms, not just the ones you were using?"

Vinny's voice is more mildly annoyed than morally outraged. If anything, she sounds curious in a disgusted kind of way. "Are you part of some, like, futa cult or something? If so, you DO realize that most of the girls having babies this past year almost certainly got pregnant from regular dudes, not futas, right?"

"Pffft. Did you think I started that bet just because I wanted to win money? Because even if I win, I'll be juggling alimony payments the rest of my life." you smirk at her with a breezy, careless flutter of your eyelashes.

"I sabotaged the condoms for the same reason that I stealthed you at Oxwood: because it's fucking hot and it turns me on. It's only slightly less hot when a fertile woman gets impregnated by a man than by a sexy futa like me. I just came buckets in that sexy porn star and thinking about those overcrowded maternity wards on St. Applegate is getting me hard as a rock all over again." you say. "Anyway, we have a scene to do. If you have anything else to say, Vincent... feel free to do a little method acting and improvise." you wink as you stand up and head to the dressing room.

For this scene, you're dressed up in the same sexy getup you'd worn for the first 'Ride 'em Cowgirl' porn film: a cleavage-baring pleather crop-top, a full-length duster (usually worn open), cowboy boots, and a pair of snug daisy-dukes that shows off your 'excitement' when you see a sexy actress. A cheating blonde housewife, a raven-haired milf, a ravishing young latina, a skinny ebony college student, and a buxom south asian temptress - playing a rancher's wife, a native shaman, a mushroom-induced hallucination, a loyal deputy, and a notorious outlaw respectively - are all nearing their due dates as a result of scenes they shot with you about eight months ago.

You are reclined casually on a desk, cowboy hat pulled over your eyes and smoking a hand-rolled cigarette. The camera pans slowly over a bunch of wanted posters that your lewd and lascivious western heroine character has collected on in the internim between the first film and the sequel. As a nod to your perverse fanbase, the lovely ladies whose faces appear on those wanted posters are all actresses left carrying your children after previous porn projects. The posters all say 'WANTED: BRED OR ALIVE', with the faces X-ed out with a pencil and the 'BRED' part circled.

(As you recall, you got a lot of online comments from viewers of your first film asking if it was really legal to impregnate bandits and outlaws in the ancient west as an alternative to trial and imprisonment, and asking how exactly that was supposed to solve a crime problem. The first few times, you just responded 'For fuck's sake, it's a porn movie, you should be watching it to masturbate', but you got dragged into genuinely arguing the merits of such a system more often than you care to admit. If that's how it worked in real life you'd probably have chosen bounty hunting, yourself).

From off-camera, a door is heard swinging open. A young but slightly raspy female voice speaks: "'Mesquite-wood Mandy'? Is that what you're calling yourself now? I need to talk with you about something."

"Sorry, I'm not accepting any other bounties right now." you say casually. "I've been thinking it's about time to hang up my spurs for good, actually."

"I didn't come here because I needed you to track someone down, 'Mandy'." there's an edge to how that name is spoken. "You're the one I've been looking for. It wasn't easy, since you rode off into the sunset without even leaving me a name, you bitch. And put that damn cigarette out."

Waddling into the frame comes Vincent, leading with her protruding belly. Just like when you first glimpsed her, she's wearing male clothing, or at least, male-ish: a pair of practical denim overalls is supporting her bloated midsection. Above those she has on a flannel crop-top, left un-buttoned to show a hint of cleavage. The shirt is too tight on purpose, leaving damp spots over her nipples where she's starting to leak milk.

You pretend to be shocked, almost falling out of your chair. "Oh, shoot! Uh..." you make a show of squinting and looking the freckled pixie-cut redhead up and down as she stands there with her fists balled up.

"You're... uhh... I reckon we've met before?" you ask awkwardly.

"Yeah," Vincent replies, "about nine months ago. Remember?"

You smile awkwardly and straighten your cowboy hat. "That was round-about that whole business with the Red Rattlesnake Gang? Uh, jog my memory a little?"

Vincent's cute freckled face flushes red with justified anger. "You don't remember? I'm less than a month away from giving birth to your stupid baby, and you don't fucking remember?"

Before shooting this holovid scene you'd tried to convince Vinny that viewers would be disappointed if they didn't get to see your cowgirl anti-heroine 'Mandy' in the act of actually putting a baby in her, even with an info box popping up on screen informing the audience that the actress really is pregnant with your child and not wearing a prosthetic pregnancy bump. Although the real incident was indeed recorded, it doesn't fit the genre and would draw down the wrath of God from St. Applegate if it was distributed.

So, you had argued, Vincent ought to shoot a new scene with you after she has the baby, of her being genuinely seeded.

Vincent's response to that proposed solution was... not very positive. Your 'Plan B' was to shoot a scene with Ava, the freckled redhead who looks vaguely similar to Vinny, who did a gonzo scene with Marison this morning. However, Marisol vetoed that idea; it seems she is really, really excited about the possibility of knocking up Ava and doesn't want her sperm to have any competition (not to mention the fact that, after how her scene with Marisol turned out, Ava's opinion of your studio has rather soured.

That leaves 'Plan C': As luck would have it, Vincent's great grandma is a fan of retro 2D animation and was able to commission a lewd piece on short notice. The film shifts to stylized animation. The scenario in the animated scene is that your futa gunslinger character, Mesquite-wood Mandy, had just finished beating up some corrupt sherrifs and freeing an innocent futa girl who was about to be hanged, followed by tossing down the real culprit, a generic outlaw hog-tied and gagged, in front of the local jail.

However, just as you/Mandy were about to get a well-deserved 'reward', the futa, 'Jenny', revealed that she just couldn't sleep with you because she'd been promising herself for marriage. When you/Mandy went away with a painful hard-on, you happened to come across a farmboy in a straw hat and overalls painting a white picket fence.

Your character said to herself, "Welp, I'd had my heart set on pussy, but I gotta scratch this itch somehow, and a stiff pecker is better than nothing," and tried to chat up the farmboy and ask if he could use a little break from his job.

Much to your character's surprise, it turned out that the 'farmboy' was actually a short-haired tomboy with a huffy attitude - "Sam" (Vincent). She mocked you for being a pervert futa, but then said that if you finished painting the fence, she'd help you get off. That was followed by a comical montage of your character painting the whole fence impossibly fast. And, when reeiving your reward, holding out for all of the tomboy farmer's daughter's blowjob. After some groping and fingering, you/Mandy sweet-talked the prickly farm-girl into stripping down and bending over a water barrel.

After a minute of fucking, the cartoon version of Sam/Vincent looked back over her shoulder and said "You're gonna remember to pull out, right?"... followed by the cartoon segment showing your character's face turning bright red and steam shooting out of your ears with a whistling tea-kettle noise, then cutting to an **** close-up of your character's balls, wherein a bunch of anthropomorphosized sperm formed up like cavalry troops, with the leader dramatically blowing a bugle before signaling a charge into Vincent's characters' womb.

With an awkward grin, your cartoon incarnation pulled out her dribbling cock and shrugged. "Ooops. I think I just accidentally painted your womb as white as that there fence. You better squat down and squeeze out that cum before it makes a home in there."

(When she reviewed it, Vincent wasn't too fond of this version either, even though you re-wrote the story to remove her own less-than-noble role in the events. But she didn't have the patience to argue the point, since the cartoon had already been animated.)

With the context of the cartoon having just been shown to the audience, you take your hat off and smile apologetically. "Well, I'm awfully sorry, Miss. I really meant to pull out, cross my heart. Normally, I'd never intentionally knock a girl up. I just got carried away in the excitement of the day, that's all."

Sam/Vincent gives you a very deadpan frown and wordlessly looks around at all of the wanted posters, before giving you a meaningful glare.

"Ah, well, maybe I shoulda said - I'd never intentionally knock up a girl who didn't have it coming. Ain't my fault the goverment started offering these 'bred or alive' bounties for bad girls." you make a show of trying, and failing, to avoid smirking.

"Look at you! You're smiling, like this is some kinda joke!" Sam/Vincent yells indignantly. "I was just living my life like normal when you came along, acting all cool and confident... I just wanted to take a break from my chores and have an afternoon of fun. And now look at me!" She dramatically undoes her overalls and lets them slip off her body, leaving her nude from the waist down. With one hand, she undoes the buttons on her strained shirt from the bottom up, letting the pale roundness of her 9-months-pregnant belly protrude towards you accusingly.

"For months and months I've had to hear people from around town whispering about what a 'slut' I am. My Pa says it's alright, but I can see in his eyes that it isn't, every time he looks at me. The only reason I didn't tell him I'd found you is because I was afraid he'd come after your worthless ass carrying his gun!" Sam/Vincent says, giving you a thorough tongue-lashing.

"Aw, jeez. This has never happened before." you say, then pause and gulp. "Actually, I reckon I probably should've checked up on that native shaman who gave me a 'bareback riding' lesson 'round about eight months ago not long after the little fence-painting incident. Oh, and that Deputy who offered to help me 'have a legacy' when we thought I was walking into a gunfight I wouldn't walk out of, since I ended up surviving after all. But aside from those two, I never did a thing like that before, honest!" you pause for a beat before giggling softly and smiling again. "Except for maybe a couple of bored rancher's wives, but their husbands won't know the difference. Oh, and all those outlaw girls, of course. But that's just justice."

"Justice?!" Sam/Vincent spits out angrily, eyes flashing and freckled face flushing. "You rode off into the sunset leaving me like this, and then yout talk about 'justice'?! This isn't a joke! I'm seriously going to have your baby!" She points around. "And now, I find out that you've done this to, God, twenty other women? Thirty? More? How many siblings is my child going to have, on account of your selfishness?"

You make a show of counting off on your fingers. "Uh... Definitely less than 30. How much less, I'm not exactly sure." Then you smirk and give Vincent's tummy a pat with your hand. It may be just a movie scene, but there really is Amanda Junior in there, in line to be the 50th or so Amanda Jr. to be born since you came up witht his immoral bet. "There's a lotta gunslingers out there who make a habit of taking lots of lives. I'm just helping make up for it. Somebody's gotta populate this frontier, after all! Don't you believe in our manifest destiny?"

"You fucking bitch! You're not sorry at all! Don't say 'sorry' if you don't mean it, goddamn it!" Vincent gives you a forceful shove, causing you to stumble backwards. In the process your pants leg accidentally snags on a nail sticking out of the floorboards, yanking down your slacks as you topple backwards onto the desk... revealing your engorged cock sticking right up like a flagpole.

"A boner? You're getting a fucking BONER remembering what you did to me?" Vincent balls her fists. "Even now, you're not thinking about how you can make this right - all you're thinking about is how you wanna FUCK me again. Isn't that right?"

"Well... that's, uhh, kind of a complicated question, Miss, uhh... what was your name again?" you raise your head and ask sheepishly.

There is a pointed silence as Vincent just stares intensely at you for a long while. "Alright. Fine."

"Wh-whuh?! Really?!" a note of feverish excitement enters your voice as you hop up off the desk.

"If you'll at least come back with me and apologize to my family for what you did, I'll let you put that... big, throbbing cock in me just one more time." Vincent says, genuinely blushing as she stumbles a little over the lines, no doubt remembering the steamy three-way that led to her all-too-real pregnancy. "Take your hat in your hand, explain you're cowardly, selfish scum, and show you're sorry to my mom, my dad, my grandpa and grandma, and my brothers."

(As Buck, a history enthusiast, explained, he and Margie needed to be re-written to be Vincent's grandparents instead of great grandparents. Apparently, back then in cowboy times, people mostly didn't live many years past 70. What an awful life those people from a couple thousand years ago had!)

Your eyes widen and your breathing quickens. "I... I suppose it'd be only fair." you say, poorly trying to hide your excitement.

...

The scene jumps forward, and you're parking your horse in a barn. "Sam?" You ask, looking around the darkened space. "Are you here, Sam? I must say, this ranch your family has is a lot bigger than I expected! And I've got something right here that's just as big as you expected. The cowpoke at the front gate told me you were expectin' me here in the barn for a little 'roll in the hay' before we get to the apology part!"

Suddenly the scene brightens as off-screen lamps are lit. Vincent/Sam is standing there, alright - but she isn't alone. Flanking the gravid redhead are five muscular men almost completely naked, wearing nothing but cowboy boots and ten gallon hats. All of them are stroking their stiff cocks in their hands.

"Glad you could make it, Mandy." Vincent says, her usually dour face lit up with a rare smile - and not the friendly kind of smile. "I knew you'd be hoping to get what you wanted and then sneak off, just like last time. So we all decided you should get the hardest parts of your apology out of the way first. Let me introduce Budrick, Spalding, Jethro, Clive, and Rance. My five big brothers. Both kinds of 'big, as you can see. They've all been really pissed off about what you did. Only problem is, my dad and grand-dad raised them all to never throw a punch at a lady, no matter how much she deserves it, and a futa is close enough to a lady that the rule still counts."

"Uhhh..." you say, dramatically gulping.

"But they figured, since you've got the lady parts too, there's something else they could use besides their fists. Now, I hope that you're good with your mouth... because you're gonna have to satisfy all of them one way or the other. I'm sure they'll all promise," Vincent holds up her hand and crosses her fingers, "to pull out, just like you did."

One of the male actors speaks up, with an exaggerated twang. "You know what they say, Mesquite-Wood Mandy - an eye for an eye..."

Another continues on for him: "...and a creampie for a creampie."

A third speaks up, laughing maliciously: "Hey, I just thought of something: If one of us puts a bun in her oven, does that mean Sammy's kid will have a sibling, or a cousin?"

(In reality, naturally, these aren't Vincent's actual brothers. She does actually have five brothers, but all of them are underage, and even if they weren't, her parents probably wouldn't approve of them appearing in a porno. They probably don't approve of Vincent doing so, either, but since Buck is giving her her inheritance early, she can afford to do some things her parents don't condone.)

You take a deep breath and put your hat down in front of your heart. "Gentlemen... I'm really, really awfully sorry that I came inside your hot tomboy sister's pussy and got her pregnant. There was no excuse for it. But I'm needed to help keep the peace around these parts, so if you could possibly find it in your hearts to..."

"Not a chance." One of the naked men cuts you off.

You purse your lips and shrug - and then begin unbuttoning the top of your shirt. "Then I guess there's only one thing to do..."

Having five college boys run a train on you, as Vincent's male friends did back at Oxwood, wasn't so bad when they're so hard up that they cum quickly. But with five porn actors with *minimum* eight inch dicks and porn-worthy stamina, it's a whole different ball game. By the time you collapse onto the pile of hay, covered in sweat, you are far more exhausted than the Oxwood athletes left you. Your face is sticky with cooling cum, but your exterior isn't nearly as much of a mess as your insides. The other four all came inside you.

That implant you got to put the fertilized egg in stasis after your trip to St. Applegate can't be duplicated; you can't have two stasis fields that close to each other without them becoming unstable. If you get pregnant from this scene, you're probably fucked in this bet. Surely there's no way that Claire would let herself get knocked up knowing that her freedom and her ship is on the line, right? For the first time in many months, you feel the same creeping dread and butterflies in your stomach as dozens of schoolgirls, porn actresses, strippers and prostitutes have after trusting a condom you'd put on, or a promise you made to pull out.

But after all that fucking, your cock is still hard. You've committed to this route, and now it's time to help make sure Vincent is loosened up and ready for the visit to the maternity ward you condemned her to. And then, to see how Buck's wife Margie looks in the outfit you picked out for her...