Amanda's Hallowthanksmas Special Finale: Two special surprise gifts for Valerie

Tempting though it may be to stick around on Plum Valley and enjoy the festivities further, you are registering your departure time for tomorrow morning. On St. Applegate, your sinful antics at St. Vivians Academy were covered up for you thanks to the many allegedly upstanding men (and a few fellow futas) who unintentionally knocked up a schoolgirl or two themselves, as well as the fact that almost all the nubile students who flunked their pregnancy tests a month after meeting with you only ended up in that situation due to cheating on their mid-term exams and couldn't afford to admit it - nor could they afford to admit to buying the condoms that Blake's sorority smuggled in.

Khloe, Alicia and Viva, by contrast, would be seen by the community as purely innocent victims of your depraved lust (even though that same community had been encouraging them to help **** you, thinking you and your mom are more influential than you are). That means there's no reason besides embarrassment for those three girls not to go right to their parents and/or lawyers in a few days when they are (hopefully) informed you got them pregnant by a routine bio-scan.

Technically, you didn't break any laws with Alicia - there's no law against 'forgetting' to warn a sprightly young blonde riding your cock that you're about to cum, which is good, because if THAT was against galactic basic law you'd have been locked up years ago before you could even start this immoral bet - but you absolutely broke the law at the house party where you picked up Viva. Once they realize every condom anybody at the party used started breaking right after you waltzed in, you suspect they'll figure out you had something to do with it, and that would be suspicion enough to have you arrested on the spot.

On top of that, you can't be certain that the hot MILF in the witch costume you met first isn't going to have an attack of conscience and confess to her husband. Ever since you started this bet, you've been avoiding married women - not so much out of a moral objection to potential homewrecking, since morals aren't really a thing you have, but out of not wanting your bet to end early because a jealous husband who found out his wife was pregnant with your baby came after you with a laser gun.

It's a shame you will have to leave a community like Plum Valley, where the rigidity of opposition to contraception and abortion far outstrips the rigidity of their opposition to illicit fornication, so soon. At most, you've sired four kids here... a paltry contribution to Plum Valley's gene pool compared to the literally dozens of St. Vivians Academy schoolgirls (and a few staff, graduates, and alumni) who've been pushing out your bastards in the St. Applegate maternity ward over the last couple months.

"I think when I win, I'll tell Claire she has to come here for this crazy months-long holiday festival and demand she cause some arbitrary number of pregnancies before it ends. Hmm... how many would be appropriate, factoring in the increased challenge of managing her reputation on a kinda-sorta-prudish-at-least-when-anyone-is-looking station like this? A dozen? That's about right for a two month holiday, if she isn't willing to play as dirty as I do."

You giggle self-indulgently at how bad you are as you punch in the code to your ship's hatch. "...and I'll tell her that if she falls short by even one, I'll have a really creative punishment-by-proxy for her, by doing something she really wouldn't like and making her watch the whole time. Though... what could that be? After St. Applegate and the porn studio, not to mention this past evening, I haven't exactly left myself a lot of room to grow in the debauchery department..."

Heading through the halls of your ship towards the sleeping quarters, you stop in the bathroom to rinse up. Your cock has been inside five different people tonight, and if a certain someone wants to welcome you back intimiately you want to be nice and fresh down there for her. After washing up, you grab something out of the medicine cabinet - your 'present' for Val.

As you walk, you continue musing to yourself on this perverse quandry. "...and I'm definitely not gonna soft-pedal it when I tell Claire all about how it went down with Viva back there. And Alicia. And Jessica, and Blake, and... oh, who was that cute ebony girl from the theater? Mikayla, that was it. What possibilities can I menace Claire with that'd be even more outrageous than what I did in the first few months of our bet? Hmmm... oh, I think I remember her mentioning she had a sister, once..."

You shake your head. "Ah well. First things first, speaking of new frontiers in perversion." you come to the kitchenette and start boiling some milk - real milk, from actual cows. Valerie is very particular about not consuming any artificially printed food or drink. And honestly, she's right - stuff prepared the old-fashioned way has a certain something about it.

Though you are going to be deviating from Valerie's all-natural preferences in one crucial way: after the two cups of hot chocolate are prepared, with marshmallows floating in the sweet brown liquid, you drop one last 'ingredient' in one of the cups...

"There you are. I was wondering if you would ever get in here."

Despite not going out, Ms. Glidden (or Valerie, as you've long since come to know her) is clearly getting into the holiday spirit despite her fulsome anger at the little heresies she has deemed Plum Valley guilty of. Perhaps she's in such a good mood because her real motivation wasn't righteous indignation, but excitement at the thought of your spurting cock burdening guilty girls with pregnancies.

She is wearing a silk nightgown encircled with images of festive gingerbread men in a spiral pattern. A maternity nightgown, of course. After many, many tries, your seed finally took with no need for artificial fertility treatments. The formerly prim, dignified college administrator is now seven months pregnant with your child.

While most of her students were none too pleased to be swelling up with your baby, Valerie is nothing but pleased to become a mother again just as her daughter is about to leave the nest. The green fabric of the gown is stretched tight around her belly as she reclines on the couch, one hand resting on the bump.

"Sorry, I got into a bit of a back-and-forth with a young woman I met up with at your old home on the comm, Val." you say.

"Well, as long as you did as we agreed. Can I trust that you did what had to be done and delivered creamy white divine justice inside that misguided blonde who was talking nonsense about pagan animal spirits?"

"With pleasure." you giggle. "Though it does make me wonder - if it happens, will that disprove the superstition about 'lucky' dates and years if Alicia ends up missing her next period? Or will it mean that the luck rubbed off on one of my sperm, instead?"

"Mmmmf.... You are so... crass." a flush rises in Valerie's cheeks as she eyes the cups of hot cocoa on the tray you're holding in front of her. "It wouldn't kill you to at least pretend you're doing this out of respect for the faith."

She looks you up and down, frowns, and speaks with a hint of dry humor. "You couldn't wash that awful skeleton bodypaint off of yourself first, Amanda? There is something very discomfitting about accepting a drink from someone dressed like the Grim Reaper."

"Now who's being superstitious?" you say with a smirk. "And weren't you just complaining about how long I made you wait? This stuff will take, like, an hour to fully scrub off. Maybe more. A nanite cleanser would be too expensive so I'm gonna be doing it the hard way after I send the deactivation signal."

"What?! An hour?" Valerie huffs. "That is... intolerable!" forgetting her earlier objection she grabs a cup of the cocoa and starts blowing on it vehemently before taking a sip. "It's getting late already! I wanted you to spend some time with me talking about baby names."

"Again?" you start blowing on your own cocoa. "I thought we settled on 'Chastity'."

"Yes, we did." Valerie says in her usual sharp tone. She still looks radiantly beautiful even without makeup for her office, and with her vivid purple hair pinned back in a low-maintenance bun. "But what about Chastity's brother or sister?"

"Uh," you say with a smirk, "you're not exactly narrowing it down. On my side, she's gonna have, like, a hundred siblings. Actually, probably closer to two hundred if I win. I'm already thinking of venues where I can take Claire out for a victory lap."

"You know perfectly well who I mean. I mean the precious miracle inside you right now, who was conceived by my dear departed husband from heaven when you couldn't resist impregnating that disagreeable soccer player with the short hair." Valerie says, drinking more of her cocoa.

"Oh. That." you rest a hand on your toned midriff. It's still weird thinking that you'll actually be a mother in a few years, when the charge on that pricy stasis implant runs out. You still hope it was one of the soccer team boys who managed to impregnate you, not Valerie's strap-on, but that's no more in your control than any of the dozens of Valerie's students praying your own sperm didn't find their egg. Less than half of them had their prayers answered, and if there's any cosmic justice, yours won't be either. "Uh... Jerry Jr. if it's a boy and Amanda Jr. if it's a girl or futa?"

Valerie clicks her tongue disapprovingly at your clear lack of thoughtfulness. "I'm sure I've said this many times, but your mother didn't spank you enough when you were a child, Amanda. You have a lot of growing up to do, and I think having a child of your own will do a lot to help you mature beyond the overgrown brat you are now. "

"Okay," you nod. "That's fair. And part of that maturity is thinking of others, right? So, now is a good time to bring up that I arranged a very nice Hallowthanksmas gift for you, Valerie. Mmm... technically, two gifts, but they go together as a package deal." you giggle excitably.

"What in God's good galaxy are you talking about, Amanda? That had better be a euphemism for what we're going to do in bed." she rubs her hand slowly over her pregnancy bulge. "I thought I'd told you that I have no intention of participating in these debauched pagan rituals the misguided people of Plum Valley have fallen into."

"Fine - call it a belated birthday present, then. Since you made a big show of getting mad that I didn't remember your birthday even though we only just met a year ago." you say with a smirk. "The point is - I went out of my way to give you the greatest thing I can possibly think of. On a whole other level from what I've been giving you in bed this past year. From the way you're fidgeting, I think you're starting to feel the effects from the pill by now."

"Pill? What?" Valerie adjusts her glasses and sits up straigther.

"In your cocoa." you say casually. "That's the first part of the present. Now, I know it isn't something you'd ever pick out for yourself. But that's the beauty of a gift-giving holiday tradition like Plum Valley does here. You can receive something you'd be a little ashamed of getting. Like a new VR headset. Or a spa membership. Or a fully functional cock and balls."

"Ahhh... AH! Something is... what in the sweet merciful void... It feels like... EYAAAAAAH!" Valerie's voice trails off into a shriek of surprise as she feels her body changing thanks to the nanotech-loaded pill you slipped into her hot cocoa.

The process is quite uncomfortable, even though you made sure to pay extra for a temporary futa-ization pill with the gentlest transition. In shock, Valerie instinctively puts her hand between her legs and legs up the hem of her skirt. Her lacy red panties suddenly swell and bulge. Barely contrained by the underwear, a thick, round cylinder swells up, and you can see the wrinkly skin of a pair of balls starting to peek out around the edges of the fabric.

Within a couple of minutes it's all over. Valerie scoffs in utter disbelief as she pulls down her panties and examines what she has now. The prim, mature lady's eyes go wide as her hands close around a turgid, fleshy shaft. Her glasses slip askew on her face as she jerks her hand away with a start.

"AMANDA! You didn't!" she sputters, sounding completely mortified.

"Merry Hallowthanksmas, babe." you say with a wink.

From the looks of her, it's a good thing that Valerie is too heavily pregnant to lunge at you from her seat and start throttling you. "I've been defiled! My natural God-given femininity has been turned into something... filthy!" Valerie's face shows a mix of disgust and fascination as she feels the sensitive rod in her hands for the first time.

You don't know what it must be like feeling that for the first time in your life after 45 years with just the female half. You have to admit - you've always been partial to the pleasures of the phallus, and not just because it's somebody else who ends up bearing the burden if and when a risky load gets fired off inside someone. You're sure Val won't be able to resist it.

Wincing at the sensitivity of it and disturbed how it is coming to attention, Valerie jerks her hand away as if she were handling a serpent (the literal kind, that is)... and her hands go back to her nearly spherical midsection, where the baby that took you by far the most effort to make eagerly awaits their grand debut into the universe. "Unnatural nanomachines flooding through me...! Our baby... my daughter's precious little sister..."

"Don't worry about that." you say breezily with a sassy toss of your hair. "I made sure to pick the temporary kind. The gene-altering nanites will deconstruct that special holiday candy cane and self-destruct in 24 hours. The kiddo never has to know what kind of taboo fun her mom got up to in the last month before she was born. Now get comfortable and let me show you what one of these is good for..."

Before Valerie can protest much more you are already pushing up the hem of her gingerbread-themed dress and seizing her newly-minted cock in your hand. Sure enough, she can't control how good it feels, and bit by bit it gets harder. You can feel the quickness of her hearbeat in your hands as you bring the purple head up to your lips.

"Unnngh! You... devious... Hell-bound... void-damned..." Valerie growls at you through gritted teeth as you start noisily slurping on her new cock, working your thumb and forefinger around the base of the shaft with gusto. "G-gift? You make a mockery of my faith and... make me go against everything I believe in? That's your idea of a gift?"

You take the hard shaft all the way to the back of your throat before running your tongue all the way along the underside of the shaft while pulling back, intentionally allowing a lewd strand of saliva to trail from your lips as you look up at Valerie's bloodshot eyes. "Hey, I'll have you know I took the time to contact several theologians about this. They say that it only really counts as a sin if you did it on purpose. I tricked you, after all. And wouldn't you know it - it's illegal to buy any gender-modding injections on this station, so you can't get rid of it even if God would want you to."

For a moment, Valerie is at a loss for words. You can tell she's considering the possibilities, and then feeling ashamed of herself for even thinking it, because she puffs out her cheeks and exhales through her nose. "I'll never forgive you for this, Amanda!" she says, making a fist. "If you had expected any more complicity in your - MNNH! STOP THAT!" she slaps weakly at your shoulders as you start giving her deep-throat again. The anger drains from her as it starts to feel good, and her grip on your scalp stops trying to push you off her, and begins urging your mouth to go faster up and down on her new cock.

Just as you can hear her breathing picking up and a hint of a tremble start building in her hips, there is an electronic *PING* as a request to come aboard the ship comes.

"Augh!" Valerie grunts. "Right in my moment of shame...! Who would be coming here at this hour? Send them away, Amanda! I won't have anyone seeing me like this, least of all someone who can gossip about it to Plum Valley's adminstration! I'd never hear the end of it, after how many years I've been criticizing their holiday debauchery!"

This time you pull off her completely and stand up, leaving her there with her new cock in her hands. "Sorry, Val - I can't do that. I made a promise to someone else. But you don't have to worry about rumors spreading - it's actually someone from St. Applegate."

"What?" Valerie gasps quietly.

"Yeah, the younger sister of one of your former students, as a matter of fact." you turn to a console and push a button. "Go ahead and let her on board. Looks like her luggage is already loaded."

"From St. Applegate?!? No, no no no! You can't let her see me like this!" Valerie says desperately, hands fumbling as she tries to stuff that sausage you gifted her back in her panties.

No sooner has she got the hem of her maternity dress back in place than there is the loud clomp-clomp-clomp of a pair of boots coming down the hallway from the airlock.

Standing in front of you and Valerie is a radiantly beautiful - angelically, one might say - blonde girl. One you recognize all too well, since you fucked her in the ass just a couple of hours ago and all. She took teasing satisfaction in leaving you hard-up - and Alicia's womb is bearing the brunt of the consequences at this very moment.

Kristin, the sister whose identity Caitlyn was so determined to hide she cruelly consigned two innocent blondes to unplanned pregnancy just as part of a bluff. Even though two Plum Valley locals took the loads you'd wished upon Kristin, your own futa-hood begins stirring once again at the sight of her - you have no doubt you could rise to the occasion.

You can see that Valerie's eyes are roving up Kristin's body just as yours did the first time you saw her - the platform boots, the supple thighs, a taut midriff that seems to beg to be caressed. When Kristin turns around to close the door behind her, she gives Valerie an eyeful of the way that the silvery material of her bikini bottoms rides up between her ass-cheeks.

When Kristin turns to face the two of you again, she's wearing the usual aloof expression of a girl who knows exactly how hot she is and doesn't care if you know she knows. Her sultry half-lidded stare bewitches Valerie so much that the pregnant woman-turned-futa only belatedly notices that her pregnancy bump gives her nowhere to hide the hard cock, as it is pressed up against the hemisphere of her abdomen and sticking out like a sore thumb. Val awkwardly rolls over to her side and tucks her legs in with her on the couch to make it a bit less noticeable.

"Nice." Kristin says simply. "I had no idea Cate had so much pull with St. Viv to be in on a secret like this. So one of the deans of the church's favorite college has secretly been a futa all this time, huh?"

"N-no! It isn't like that!" Valerie protests, her voice far meeker than usual.

Kristin continues, a faint smirk on her angelic face. "I hope this isn't supposed to be, like, a quid pro quo thing, Ms. Taffers. You know that the recording my aunt's house made of you knocking on my backdoor isn't something I can delete, right?"

Oh, right, the whole **** thing that Valerie had primed the townies for when she spread rumors about you coming here. It might be a bit awkward if Kristin's (and Caitlyn's, apparently) aunt Tamara sends your mom Amelia the video of you not only getting a feel of Kristin's tight asshole, but you 'forgetting' to warn Alicia to get off your spurting cock in time. Ah well. "Oh, of course. You caught me fair and square in that one, Kristin. This is purely a favor for your sister. I still owe her big time for fronting me the money I needed to start a porn studio."

Kristin sniffs in mild amusement, and looks at Valerie. The blonde minx shimmys her body from side to side and runs her hands down her petite body, then back up again, cupping the perfect b-cup titties God graced her with and giving them a soft squeeze. "So. You're in charge of admissions for St. Vivian's Academy, huh?"

The steely dominatrix-like confidence Valerie usually speaks with is gone. Her voice sounds dry and cracked despite all that sweet soothing cocoa she just drank: "I... ahem, while that may be technically true, what Captain Taffers is implying is certainly not-"

Kristin interrupts her. "So, I can't help but notice, you're..." she chuckles softly and shakes her head, "...like, SUPER pregnant right now. That isn't going to be a problem, is it?"

"Of course not. The doctor said she was good to go." you butt in, spinning a lie as effortlessly as you breathe. "Just make sure you go slowly and gently."

Cocking her head to the side, Kristin gives you a wry look. "I meant more like, is her husband going to have a problem with it if I earn myself a last-minute admission to St. Viv?"

Valerie's eyes widen so much that you could swear her glasses were the only thing stopping them from popping out. "Ahahahahahaaa!" You just laugh theatrically. "Oh," you say after you stop cackling, "I'm sure you have his blessing. Until she met me, poor Ms. Glidden here was terribly lonely between her legs for quite a while. I think she deserves to have a very special holiday."

With that you start walking towards your private quarters to get started cleaning off this bodypaint. Valerie stumbles awkwardly to her feet and grabs your arm. "Amanda...! Don't you dare!" she hisses at you in a hoarse whisper. "I will overlook you taking this sacrilegious prank much too far if you will come to your senses and send this young lady away at once! A-and tell her she was only seeing a trick of the light!" Despite herself, Valerie's cock is making a big bulge from under her minidress now.

"Sorry, babe." you lean in and give her a quick peck on the lips, making her flinch backwards. "Time for you to enjoy the gift of that sweet ordeal you imposed on me back at St. Applegate... the test that I so dearly enjoyed failing by knocking up that spunky cross-dressing athlete. All you have to do is keep your new pet," you stroke your hand over the bulge straining the fabric of her maternity dress, "under control until I finish washing all this bodypaint off, and I'll be yours for the rest of the night, to give a kind of organic punishment your artificial strap on never could."

"Computer?" you say as you pull out of Val's grasp. "Shut down all monitoring and recording of shipboard living spaces for the next 10 hours. And activate a jamming field to disable any possible recording devices. Oh, and a sound dampening field, too. A holiday evening should be nice and cozy and... private."

"Amanda...!" Valerie squeaks in a small, helpless voice as you pull away from her and head down the hall. The tall blonde angel, Kristin, sneaks up behind Val as she stares at you walking away and caresses her from behind... from her shoulders down to her tender breasts, and over her tummy. The door snaps shut behind you, leaving Valerie in the embrace of temptation.

.....

No knock on the door of your private washroom ever comes as you begin stripping off the nanite bodypaint and give yourself a long, luxurious soak. It's tempting to try and play voyeur, but what makes a wrapped present so special is not knowing exactly what's inside of it. The surprise is the best part.

Even after you change into your nightgown and slide into bed. no one joins you. You're so excited by the thought of what might be happening that you close your eyes... and before you know it, you've drifted off to sweet dreams.

You see when you awake that, at some point, Valerie came in to join you. She's laying on the opposite side of the bed, turned over on her side so that she's facing away from you, a.k.a. the "I'm mad at you but not mad enough to sleep on the couch" position.

A quiver of doubt starts to form in your stomach. Did you really go too far this time? Did you ruin a beautiful relationship with this eccentric but wonderful woman for nothing...?

Just as you're wondering that, the dim light catches something on the nightstand that wasn't there before. Looking more closely, you see that it's a holiday greeting card - one you're pretty sure you didn't have here before. Your ocular implants helpfully inform you it was printed by your ship.

As you open the card to see what it says inside, something falls out. A little conical thing. Is that.... a memory spike? It is. It's a memory spike with a tiny red ribbon elegantly tied around it.

A rush of excitement floods you as you fumble with your wrist computer, getting it on and making sure it makes contact with your neural jack while trying not to wake Val. Your prayers are answered as you suddenly experience things from Valerie's perspective last night, right after you left the room...