Amanda's Hallowthanksmas Special: After your latest tryst Caitlyn compromises with you - and gives you a big surprise.

It is common knowledge since the dawn of time that in every community, there are 'bad girls' and there are 'good girls'. One might think that communities like St. Applegate and Plum Valley, while having their share of 'bad girls' acting out, is mostly inhabited by 'good girls'.

And they're right. This is a neighborhood full of sweet, good-natured, socially conscious young women who respect their parents, take the spiritual side of life seriously, and love their neighbors. Not to mention showing some truly incredible levels of... hospitality... to strangers.

Yes, Plum Valley is practically overflowing with good girls. That's what makes it so easy for bad (futa) girls like you to commit the most egregious sins and get away with it.

A prime example of a good girl is Viva, here. A petite blonde who you'd seen swilling a cup of cocoa by herself at the house party you bluffed your way into. You'd had a good feeling about chatting her up. Her slender figure was shown off beautifully by her outfit: a sexy 'snowman' costume that amounted to a body-hugging white long-sleeved minidress with three felt 'coal chunks' down the middle. The top 'coal chunk' had drawn your eyes to her firm little bosoms. A cursory glance had told you she wasn't wearing a bra under there. When you'd gotten close to her, the boldness of your own costume had made her gasp and giggle.

Roving down your body, you had noticed the tantalizing exposed thigh between the hem of her snowman-themed dress and her white knee-high socks. The tall felt stovepipe hat on her head makes the outfit almost whimsical, but it's clear that she didn't choose a holiday costume this sexy and form-fitting by accident. After a little seemingly innocent mingling you dropped the detail of how important your mother was, and you saw Viva's blue eyes light up - that rumor spread by Valerie was leading to a lot of spread legs on your visit to Plum Valley.

Even so, Viva was one of Plum Valley's good girls.

That means that it took you almost an hour to get your fingers under the hem of her dress and inside her snowflake-themed panties.

And, just as you hoped, Caitlyn has called you back while the lithe blonde minx in the snowflake costume is on her hands and knees in her bed, panties dangling from one ankle while you pound her from behind. Viva is a little too shy for roleplay or dirty talk - you intuit that she just wants to feel a big futa cock stretching out her pussy lips. The stovepipe hat that had been a part of her costume is rolling around on the mattress with your movements.

Your comm was set to auto-answer her number so you don't have to miss a beat, and can focus on the sinful pleasure of an illicit fuck. "Oh my gosh, Amanda. You're still at it?" Caitlyn sighs.

You pause, your cock halfway inside Viva's tight twat. "Hey, why'd you stop...? It was starting to feel really good~!" You start rubbing her clit with your fingers, making her giggle sharply and give you a light kick with one foot.

Slowly easing yourself back in her, you lean in close and whisper to her. "I just can't stand how naughty this is... being with you in here. What would your big sister say if she knew we were doing this in her bed while she's away?"

Viva rolls her eyes and smirks as she softly rubs her ass against your hips. "Maybe I'll tell her someday and make her jealous. She likes futas too~"

You pull your cock out of her for a moment and slap it against her petite backside. You straighten up and grip her hip firmly with one hand, showing off your glistening rubber-sheathed cock.

"Uh oh! This could be bad for meeee!" Caitlyn says in a playful sing-song voice. "But what's that on your cock, Amanda? Oh, did you finally realize the error of your ways? Did the real spirit of Hallowthanksmas enter your heart and make you realize that making a baby with a young woman you just met on the off chance she might be my sister is... gasp... wrong?"

That line from your naughty business partner makes your bits tingle enough that you have to plunge it back into the sexy blonde girl bent over in front of you. The squeal you get from her when the head of your cock scrapes the most sensitiive spot inside her is immensely gratifying. The sound of your hips clapping against her ass fill the room.

"I can do this all night." you say smugly to Viva - and, secretly, to Caitlyn as well. After giving Caitlyn a show of you fucking her sister(?) relentlessly for a good long time, you straighten your back, wrap your hands around her waist, and start going as deep in her as possible.

"Here it comes, Viva. Are you ready? I've got a load of hot, thick futa cum for you!"

"Yes! Give it to me! Give me your cum!" The cute blonde gasps, squeezing her knees together. The flushed-red futa balls pressed up against her clit tighten up as a thick rope of cum floods her fertile pussy. Your exhilirating feeling of triumph is replaced with a fuzzy white haze of lazy contentment as you drain the last drop of seed into her.

She slowly relaxes onto the bed, face down, both of you panting. Sweat spots are all over the thin, gauzy material of her minidress. As you withdraw your softening rod, a glob of hot white semen starts trickling out of Viva's crinkled pink labial lips. The tip of the condom is blown open.

After word got around how you'd used the first batch, the company that manufactured the rubber-embrittling nanites which facilitated the conception of nearly 200 newborn babies on St. Applegate (two dozen of them yours) blacklisted you and refused to sell you any of their products ever again. So, you've had to make your remaining supply really last. Your extended flirtation with Viva gave the nanites ample time to do their work on the condoms in one of those fireplace stockings, which you stealthily applied the moment you arrived. That that means any other partygoers who use any of those rubbers in a hookup tonight will get a similar surprise is just icing on the cake of debauchery, for you.

"Whoops." you say casually to Viva. "Looks like the condom broke."

"Oh, shit. Really?" The blonde looks down between her own legs, and by flexing her core muscles to do that, gets to see a messy white squirt from her creampied pussy down onto her sisters' bedsheets.

"Mmm. Well, if you get a big belly, that'll make your snowman costume more authentic next year, hmm?" You lick your lips and give Viva's ass a one-handed squeeze.

She slaps your hand away and gets to her feet, taking a bow-legged stance. "That's not funny." she tells you with a pout that comes across as more cute than frosty.

"Oh, did you hear that?" you look at the door. "I think I heard someone calling your name. You better hurry and go rinse up in the bathroom." you are already getting your skeleton-themed bikini back on.

...

A minute later you're bidding the host farewall and strolling out of the house. "Sorry, Caitlyn. You should've said something if you didn't want me to creampie your innocent sister. Feel free to send me the bill if you want to get those sheets replaced."

"I would," Caitlyn says over the comm channel, "but I have no idea whose bed that is, or any idea of who that innocent young woman you just made a holiday baby with was."

"Oh, come on, Caitlyn! Don't bother hiding it. You're going to have to come clean eventually. I talked to Viva long enough to get all the details. She's got your hair, she's the exact age you said your sister was, and as far as her interest in futa cock goes, I think that speaks for itself." you say smugly with a wink.

And yet, doubt seizes you. Your stamina is impressive, but it's not limitless. You've blown baby-making loads in four women in quick succession tonight - you definitely aren't 100% anymore. Your body is demanding rest and relaxation. Why would Caitlyn keep up the front at this point? If you got it wrong again, your only hope is to bluff.

Caitlyn gives a theatrical, drawn-out sigh over the comm. "Fiiiiiiine, Amanda. In the interest of getting you to lay off those poor Plum Valley girls, I'll meet you half-way. I feel partly responsible for some of your actions, and I guess I might feel kinda guilty about them? Eventually? Maybe?"

There's a pause. "Hmm. Hmm hmm hmm." Caitlyn hums to herself cutely. "I didn't make you come to St. Applegate, that was all Jonas. But, I MAY have programmed an AI that offers advertising services to stores that sell baby products automatically when you set foot in a neighborhood, promising them increased sales in the near future..."

"Hey!" you say with a sharp laugh, "aren't I entitled to royalties or something for that?"

Caitlyn ignores you and continues: "...and, let's be honest, I also may have egged you on once or twice. Which led to more than a few innocent 'eggs' getting ravished by your devilish sperm." she is clearly geting herself excited as she gasps and takes a deep breath. "Soooo I will agree to play a game of my choice for the stakes that I know you want, if you'll promise not to fuck my sister or ANY other girls on Plum Valley. Which meeeeeeans," her voice turns shrill and teasing, "you forfeit the gig I'd lined up for you to play 'Mall Santa' tomorrow with a bunch of materialistic mall girls."

"Damn." you snap your fingers and shake your head. "I don't know what a 'Santa' is, but I'm still disappointed. Oh well; I should probably light on out of this station before Alicia and Viva talk to their daddies about what went down tonight. I can't count on them being as... understanding..." you rub your backside, thinking you still might feel a little cum dribbling out of your pussy after you thought you got it all, "...as Khloe's father was."

"So, that's a promise, right Amanda? Set in stone?" Caitlyn asks as you start walking back towards your ship.

"Yyyyyes." you say with a nod. "I fully expect you to pick a game that's to your advantage. But I promise you, more than just one part of me will rise to the occasion."

You're giddy at the thought of Caitlyn's sexy bubble butt being joined by a swollen belly. Between your porn studio on Alseid and a short-lived career as a math tutor at a private school on a recently colonized planet (needless to say, the subject you'd most focused on teaching was "multiplication"), as well as other misadventures along the way, there are no fewer than twenty two hot blondes pregnant with your kid. The last time a young blonde porn actress gave birth to your baby was four days ago. Yet even in spite all of that, you are greedy for the prize of Caitlyn that you had your eye on a little less than a year ago, only for her to slip through your fingers.

"Alright, great! I'll message Kristin that her ride is here - remember, not THAT kind of ride, hee hee. Last she talked to me, she said she'd be ready to leave by tomorrow afternoon."

"Wait... Kristin?" you blink and your jaw drops open. Can that name be a common one on this station...? "You mean... the girl in the skimpy silver angel costume from a couple hours ago?! I guessed it right on the very first try?"

"I suuuure do mean her!" Caitlyn says, sounding quite pleased with herself.

"But you said she WASN'T your sister!" you stammer, still shocked.

"Uh, I lied?" Caitlyn says with a musical giggle. "Didn't you figure out that I probably would? If I told you the truth you might have begged her so pathetically that she actually let you fuck her for real, hee hee! Anyway, see you at St. Applegate, Amanda! Hope you know how to do laser fencing! I'm a championship-level competitor, by the way. Golf is just something I do for business meetings."

Before you can retort, the channel goes dead.

You look back in the direction of your ship. Caitlyn got one over on you, alright, her and Kristin both. And she knew her sister better than you gave her credit for. "Damn," you muse to yourself. "In retrospect, the weird-spelled names are a dead giveaway."

Walking back to the spacedock in silence, as the neighborhood settles down to sleep and prepares for another day of celebration tomorrow, you click your tongue. "Well well well. I can't just break my promise to Caitlyn now. No room for ambiguity - I can't do anything with Kristin. Not even more butt stuff..."

As you walk, you hear another soft hymn being sung by one of the traveling groups of carolers. This time it's a couple of families: Parents, adult kids, grandparents, aunts, uncles, couisns... all showing togetherness and singing the glories of god and virtue while you walk alone in silence.

"Maybe I've been going about this all wrong." you murmur to yourself as you listen to the uplifting choir. "I've been so selfish this past year, as selfish as anyone can possibly be. Caitlyn was joking when she talked about me having a change of heart, as if the idea of it is absurd."

Smiling softly, you clasp your hands as if in prayer and take a deep breath of the crisp simulated autumn air, looking up at the stars through the transparent dome far overhead showing the galaxy beyond. "Maybe the spirit of the holidays is coming into my heart after all. The season is supposed to be about giving to others."

Your smile gets wider and wider as you open a tiny hidden compartment on your wrist device and take out an expensive little pill that you've been saving for a very special occasion. You hold the tiny purple ovoid playfully between your thumb and forefinger. "And I think I know how to give a very special someone the greatest gift I can think of..."