Bidding a fond farewell to St. Vivians and moving on to new beginnings.

Some people probably think that overindulging in anything will make you sick of it. That's a real problem on some core worlds, where people get into the habit of abusing simulations and nanotechnology to constantly fulfill all of their fantasies every waking moment, and eventually become numb to pleasure and unable to find satisfaction in anything. 'Imagine', those who warn about the dangers of the hedonic treadmill say, 'if you ate birthday cake every meal for every day. Having cake on your birthday would be meaningless, and by then, you'd be so sick of the taste that you may as well be eating mud'.

Perhaps there's something to that argument. That being said... if fertile schoolgirl pussy squeezing around your bare cock is something that you could potentially get tired of, two weeks of fantastically abundant access is nowhere near long enough. You've given creampies to literally scores of flirty co-eds since you arrived on this station, and knowing that the clock was ticking down before your mandatory departure time only stoked the all-consuming flames of your narcissistic breeding lust with each steamy encounter.

Since you tricked Valerie by making her think you want to attend church with her, you've been able to sneak onto the Academy grounds every day; in order to bring you to her office for that fateful meeting where she introduced you to her prized 'Grand Crusader', she made a temporary one-week exemption to your lifetime ban, and forget to cancel it... not surprising, since you've been giving her something else to think about each evening.

Or, perhaps, you aren't giving Valerie enough credit, and she's well aware of what you've been up to. You'll be sure to ask her some day.

In the thirteen days you've been on this station, you've been responsible for an average of about 2.46 pregnancies per day, counting the first day when you didn't get laid at all - and that's before any of the twelve students you dropped loads in over the past two days had time to register.

The longer you stay here, the greater the likelihood you'll run into another student (besides Jessica) whose daily bio-scans have told her she's officially pregnant with your child, and all the awkwardness that will entail. It's a damn disappointment that Vincent from Oxwood isn't among them - but you're holding out hope that she, along with a couple dozen others who seemingly dodged the bullet after dropping their panties for your futa cock over the course of the first week, will get a rude surprise next month on account of your artificially-enhanced sperm that can linger for up to six weeks before expiring.

And even if not for that - in a few days, Blake and the rest of her 'Young Colonists' chapter will be getting back from their wilderness survival field trip. When Blake realizes that there has been a massive wave of pregnancies at St. Vivians, you imagine she is going to immediately connect the dots to the shipment of smuggled condoms you sold her. You aren't sure if she is clever and resourceful enough to find a way to get you nailed for the crime of smuggling without revealing her own role, and you don't want to find out. At least she won't be singled out for blame for all the broken condoms since she, too, will be sporting a big belly next semester. The thought of it broadens your smirk as you start to wonder how you can convince her to send you a picture of her in her Young Colonists 'scout' outfit when she starts showing.

Idly, you wonder if recounting all of your illicit trysts to Claire later on will start to seem monotonous. There are a lot of commonalities among the various stories. Rucked-up plaid miniskirts, white cotton panties dangling from ankles, knee-high stockings, glimmering navel piercings, cutesy pigtails, bouncy bosoms, perky bottoms bouncing on your lap... broken condoms and broken promises galore.

Regardless of how thrilling it is or isn't for Claire to hear about it all, not one cell in your body is tired of this rampage you've been on. You're every bit as fired up each time your advances get a nibble as when Blake, the very first St. Vivians schoolgirl you got to knock up, showed up at your ship. You've surely accumulated enough misdeeds by almost any religion's standards during your time here to deserve being sent to one of the lowest circles of Hell, and still, you don't want to stop.

Speaking of misdeeds, you're gonna have to carefully choose the time to admit to Valerie what you've been doing the last few days. For the first day or two, you were able to rope in Marisol, a business partner of yours who happened to be visiting the station, and create a fake reputation for the two of you as easy marks for high-stakes bets.

As a result, rounds of tennis, volleyball, and basketball led directly to your favorite kind of two-on-two 'ball game': two pairs of futa balls bouncing against labias. Sometimes it was a forfeit for losing the match (which you and Marisol cheated shamelessly at whenever teen pussy was the prize for winning, obviously). More often, as in Belinda and Caitlyn's golf game, it was an opportunity for the students to win... and along with big payouts of credits, many of those students will be getting an extra bonus prize they hadn't bargained for 9 months from now. Out of the 19 students that challenged you and/or Marisol to a bet over this past week, 7 have already registered as pregnant - five by you, and two by Mari... quite impressive, considering that she lacks your unnatural enhancements.

But that wasn't the only iron you had in the fire. With access to the staff files you honed in on a likely candidate for a little workplace fling and found Professor Li, a fellow futa on the staff, a biology teacher. You posed as an adjutant from the administration... then, when you got a private moment with her, you showed her videos of how you'd seduced her boss, Ms. Glidden, into your "love ****" and convinced her she could get away with anything now.

You've always taken a special pleasure in corrupting a futa, especially one who's been celibate for a good long while, into giving in to her most primal desires. With your devilish influence it was only days before you corrupted her, convincing her to let you misbehave along with her.

Thanks to Professor Li being told she could misbehave however she wanted, she agreed to let you pose as her teaching assistant for the rest of the week. Plenty of her students were eager to accept offers of an automatic 'A' on their term project in exchange for a few minutes of fun. Between her and you, over a dozen students from her classes got a hands-on lesson in reproductive biology.

A lot of those girls who just wanted an easy 'A' on their term project are likely going to end up having to perform a different kind of "term project" for the next nine months. Three of them you already know for certain, and they were all from Wednesday. Now it's friday - and as many as eleven more might be joining them. Since Professor Li successfully knocked up the very first one of her students she fucked, you have high hopes that her sperm will give yours a run for their money in this mini-contest.

And now, you are surveying your handiwork from the end of your last day. After awakening her desires, you convinced the slim, sexy older asian futa to let you have a go at her. She was incredibly enticing in her classy cream-colored suede jacket and skirt.

Now, that jacket and skirt are discarded on the desk, and the slim asian futa who made them look so good is bent over her desk in front of you, glasses askew on her face as she moans softly in the afterglow. Despite already having gotten laid three times today, you are confident that you gave her a load that will bear fruit. Her cunt is leaking your semen all over her male parts - which have made a mess of the side of her desk after she stroked herself off to your dirty talk about the busty redheaded sophomore who's going to be giving birth to her baby in nine months.

Nothing more to do. Your temporary pass expires today. Valerie has told you she has "plans" for you all tomorrow, so you'll have no time between leaving the academy today and departing the station after church on Sunday. You let your eyes linger over the gorgeous staff and students in the halls as you walk to the front gate one last time. Still so many hotties you never got around to chatting up... It's probably for the best that you leave before you wear out your welcome any worse than you already have, but it still feels like a shame.

Professor Li was only the latest scandalous rendezvous of yours. First was one of your favorites. A geeky girl named Kacy had held a grudge against a popular queen bee named Kendall, a freshman with an attitude... she reminded you so much of Harper from the first day, except with black hair instead of blonde, worn straight instead of in tails, and wearing a black top instead of white, that you figured they had to be twins, or, at least, half sisters. You couldn't confirm your suspicions, but you could certainly do your damndest to give her a sticky white ticket to the maternity ward just like you gave to Harper.

When you saw the buxom raven-haired minx teasing the skinny besepctacled girl during class, you 'jokingly' asked Kacy in private if she wanted you to seduce Kendall, fuck her, and knock her up to take her down a peg or two. Kacy thought that was a fantastic idea. And as luck would have it, getting Kendall to drop her panties turned out to be just as easy, even without illicit standardized test keys.

Kendall was one of those girls who got pissed off when you told her you just blew a big load in her pussy despite not even asking you to pull out beforehand. Apparently, Kendall just assumed there was an unspoken understanding. That's fairly understandable from her perspective - knowing that none of the students at St. Vivians are on any birth control is no doubt something the male staff (and the handful of futas who lacked Professor Li's sense of restraint) always keep in mind. Not many of them would allow themselves to forget that fact, and jeopardize a teaching position which is not only highly paid and prestigious, but comes with such unique 'perks'.

Unlike genuine teaching staff, your enjoyment of that rare privilege was temporary anyway, and, quite the opposite to them, you had an immense financial incentive NOT to pull out when you were pounding a busty co-ed from behind. Needless to say, your balls gave Kendall a hot creamy lesson about the risks of making assumptions, after you bent her over a desk between classes in exchange for promised extra points on her final project.

That was two days ago. Just this morning, you got confirmation that Kendall will be giving you a few extra points in your impregnation score, in return for you adding points on that school project of hers. When you told Kacy today that her rival just officially registered as pregnant, she was ecstatic... and when you told her she 'owed you one', she didn't hesitate to play along.

Kacy was a tall, fair-skinned, skinny girl with brunette pigtails and big, black-rimmed square glasses. You aren't sure why she was considered unpopular, considering how hot she was - seeing her slightly awkward smile always warmed your heart, and seeing her exposed midriff (complete with a silver navel piercing with a religious symbol dangling from it) really got your juices flowing. She was so delighted to hear the news about her rival Kendall's misfortune that she eagerly agreed to give you a ride, as long as you agreed to use a condom.

Although her apparent low social status and eyewear might make Kacy seem like a bit of a 'nerd', she turned out to be a bit lacking in common sense. Namely, she never thought to ask why you had a computer program set up to track if anyone you've fucked gets pregnant.

And, even if you hadn't mentioned the tracking program... quite frankly, if a perverse, hedonistic futa who suddenly showed up as a teaching assistant in your class offers to deceptively impregnate one of your classmates the day after meeting you for the first time, and then shows a very strong interest in fucking you too, you probably shouldn't trust a condom said futa happens to have on hand.

You're certainly glad she didn't. You deeply appreciated the feel of Kacy's trim, sexy waist in your hands as she rode you in the very same padded chair where you'd filled Kendall with your cum two days prior. Since Kacy was the first young woman you'd rendevoused with today, she got an even bigger, more potent load than her rival.

When she realized she'd may have just rode her way into single motherhood right alongside Kendall, you smugly tried to cheer Kacy up by telling her there was no way Kendall would suspect her of having set up her downfall if she, too, had her formerly slender tummy swelling up into a round hemisphere over the course of the spring semester.

That rather insincere attempt at consolation had earned you a fusillade of limp-wristed slaps that kept up until you reminded Kacy that she'd better hurry and go douche before it was too late. You suspect that Kacy, just like Kendall (and Jessica from your first day here, and many others in between) will get a bonus hands-on biology lesson about the ineffectiveness of douching or washing out the cum as a form of pregnancy prevention.

After that, you'd been lucky enough to have a lithe dark-skinned track team member by the name of Fatima approach you in the next gap between classes, asking if you could mark her "present" even if she'd been absent for the last period. One thing led quickly to another, and soon you had her bending over for you just like the starter position on the track team before pulling down her bloomers and slipping your cock inside her.

"Of course I'll pull out in time. Imagine the scandal if I didn't," you'd told her when she warned you to be careful. Imagining the ebony beauty's lithe, atheltic body scandalously swelling up with new life meant that you didn't last as long as you usually did - in less than five minutes after your first grope of her tits, the starting gun went off in a very consequential sprinting competition between millions of your sperm racing towards Fatima's fallopian tubes. Fatima barely even took the time to scold you before running off to the showers.

And you made sure to tell Ms. Li about Kendall, Kacy, Fatima, and many others from the past two weeks as you were fucking her. The graceful asian forty-something professor had her latent breeding fetish - common among many futas, though usually not quite as strongly as in your case - awakened. By the end, she was begging for you to seed her. A perfect end to a perfect day in a perfect week.

The only thing not perfect is that it has to come to an end.

"Farewell, St. Vivians." you blow a kiss from your fingers as you walk out through the ivy-covered front gates and hear them clang behind you for the last time. "I'll never forget you." you giggle mischievously to yourself. "Just like there will be a couple dozen of your students who always remember me... thanks to the souvenir I left them."

You pat your midriff. Technically, you got a souvenir too, thanks to Valerie. "It's a good thing for my purposes that the stasis implant you I got installed in there to forestall the inevitable is both extremely expensive, and only legal for married couples to purchase. Otherwise a lot of those slutty students might decide to wait until after they graduate before they pop out my kids." you say with a self-indulgent giggle. "Oh, oops - Valerie might figure out that I forged her name on a marriage certificate eventually." you nibble on your fingertip and giggle again. "I'll just have to give her something to be even more outraged about, then."

After gazing longingly at the academy campus one last time, your eyebrows suddenly raise as a thought occurs to you. "Hmmm... Well, it's only THIS particular institution I'm banned from. If I could convince Valerie to sign off on some credentials here and there..."

5 months later

You are really rocking the 'sexy teacher' look. Your neon red hair is tied back in a long ponytail, and you've made sure to get sheer blouses that really show off the goods up top... even going so far as to slip off your bra every morning and only putting it back on for meetings with your colleagues and administrators. The black pencil skirt you wear above your thigh-high stockings is snug enough that it can be delightfully challenging to hide your 'excitement' in the front.

The challenge you AREN'T finding so delightful, is actually doing your job. You had no idea just how much work being a classroom teacher was. It's enough to make you realize that your starship ownership is a very privileged lifestyle - you probably work more hours a day in this private school on a recently-established colony than you do in three days running your ship.

What's worse, even though this colony doesn't make nearly as big of a deal about being so religious and moral (even though they are sponsored by the Milky Way Church and set certain laws and norms accordingly, those laws are a lot less strict), it's actually NOT a randy den of debauchery just under the surface the way that St. Applegate was. It's a pretty normal place, not much different from the pre-spaceflight society of the distant past.

And being in a relatively normal educational institution made you appreciate just how miraculously easy a time you had at St. Vivians Academy. There, you could chat up a sexy co-ed you'd never met in your life under the flimsiest of pretenses, and have a better-than-even chance of getting to drop a virile load in her pussy within twenty minutes, tops. From the second week alone, Kendall, Kacy, Fatima, and a dozen others are taking their spring semester classses with baby bumps from creamy encounters they went along with after knowing you for all of two class periods.

According to your research, this was supposedly the naughtiest, randiest school in the whole colony; "Mount Tranquil Academy". If that's true, then after your sojurn in paradise at St. Vivians Academy, Mt. Tranquil feels prudish by comparison. Why, you've been teaching algebra classes here for six weeks now, and you've only gotten blowjobs from five students! Of those five, only two let you actually fuck them, and both of those two were on birth control, even though purchasing it requires parental permission on this colony!

In your seat, your hardening futa cock is making a noticeable lump in your black pencil skirt as you stare lustfully at the sight in front of you. Ah well. Even though you miss how easy it was to breed in St. Vivians, perhaps there's something to be said for the thrill of the chase. The bio-scanner you smuggled in and secretly installed in your desk confirms that the student standing in front of your desk, who just told you that she'd REALLY like an 'A' on next week's trigonometry test, is not on any kind of contraception.

The uniforms at Mt. Tranquil Academy are a lot more genuinely conservative than the breezy miniskirts, knee-high stockings, cleavage-baring white blouses and front-tie tops that were a common sight at St. Vivians. You won't see bare midriffs and bouncing cleavage every which way you look, here.

The student standing in front of you, Laula, is wearing a grey cardigan sweater over her blouse and tie, giving her a very proper look.... at least, from the waist up. The red plaid miniskirt that girls here at Mt. Tranquil wear as part of their uniform are a bit less scandalously short than you'd gotten used to, but they still show off some tempting thigh, and the combo of the plaid skirts with those knee-socks and Mary Jane shoes the girls wear here have made it hard for you not to pop boners in front of the class on more than one occasion... especially when a tease like Laula 'accidentally' lets her knees drift wide and gives you a glance at her panties.

She's a natural redhead, with her hair worn in two loose, messy pigtails. Her lightly freckled face is lit up with a mischievous, flirty grin as she nibbles on her pinky finger. "Mmm... I guess that would be okay." Laula says as she loosens her tie and begins to lift the hem of her cardigan. "Not just an A, but an A-plus, right? Including on all the homework assignments I didn't turn in?"

"That's right." you say. "It'll be a perfect 100, just like the grade I'd give those panties you flashed at me during 4th period. As long as you're willing to do what it takes."

"Ooooh... what a bad teacher you are~" Laula giggles coquqettishly as she pulls her sweater off. "You mean THESE panties?" she pulls up the hem of her miniskirt and flashes those glorious white cotton undergarments, pulled so tight you can see the cleft of her pussy mound right through them. "I guess that would be okay, just this once. No anal, right? I've heard most futas are, um, too big for that." she blushes and smirks irrepressibly at you.

"No, of course not. I'd much rather make you cum on my cock, you naughty girl." you flash your eyes lustfully at her as you stand up and unzip the side of your pencil skirt. You weren't wearing any underwear yourself, so your stiff cock bobs free and points right at her like a dowsing rod.

"Ohmygawd!" Laula giggles and puts her hands on her cheeks, wiggling her bottom playfully. "Oh well, I guess if it's either taking a really hard test, or taking a really hard futa dick, the latter sounds like a lot more fun~" She sidles over to you, and you slip your hand under her skirt, starting to finger her through the white cotton undies that inflamed your lust so.

"Ooooh! Oh, you're so good with your fingers, Ms. Taffers!" Laula gasps and shudders, already getting wet as your hand digs around in her panties. "I can't wait to feel it inside me... Oh! Do you have a condom?"

You click your tongue as you give one of those firm, ripe b-cup tomatoes Laula was smuggling under her cardigan a squeeze with your hand. "I thought I explained it to the class and made the policy clear on the first day - it is not the teacher's responsibility if you didn't bring all the necessary supplies to class."

Laula moans softly as you squeeze and knead her tits. "Oooh~ Ahhh...." she trails off into a flirtatious coo. "As long as you promise to pull out..."

As you peel off your pencil skirt, awkwardly thanks to your raging hard-on, you utter a silent prayer of thanks that you resisted the temptation to re-watch any of the porn scenes you starred in on your studio at the foundry planet Alseid a couple of months ago, even after new pregnancy confirmations came through. It'd be truly tragic if you had anything less than the maximum possible amount of sperm built up right now. You want to make absolutely SURE that this flirty nineteen-year-old doesn't walk out of this academy without giving birth to your illegitimate child.

After a good warm-up round of licking out her tidy hairless twat and fucking her in several other positions, you are finally doing what you came to this Mt. Tranquil place to do: watching in sublime satisfaction as a perky schoolgirl 'mounts' you. You're sitting in your swivel chair, examining Laula's perfect body, her tits peeking out from her unbuttoned blouse. Her discarded panties are sitting on top of the stack of un-graded homework assignments on the desk; aside from her undone blouse, Laula is only wearing her kneesocks and shoes.

"Oh my gosh..." she coos as she slaps your cock against her ass crack and positions the turgid crown against her entrance, "I can't get enough of this big, hard futa cock. I really wanna cum on it again before I drink all the hot jizz you have built up~ Do you think I'm being greedy, Ms. Taffers?"

Your heart is hammering in your chest frantically. It's already been more than 20 minutes - you're running out of time. Your wiggly white tadpoles have been very patient during your stint teaching at this academy and it's high time you turned them loose and let them really fulfill their purpose instead of wasting them on tongues and ass cheeks.

Instead of responding verbally, you firmly grip Laula's waist and push her down. The pigtailed student lets out a deeply gratifying high pitched squeal as the head of your cock spreads her flower open. Soon her pussy is engulfing you completely and you feel the delightful weight of her butt and thighs resting against you.

"Hurry up now, Miss Jenner." you say sternly as her hips gyrate against your lap. "You want to earn that 'A', don't you? Show me what you've got."

The next five minutes are unparalleled bliss as you watch Laula's perky little titties bounce in time with her movements. She's very energetic... possibly because every time she starts slowing down, you've been giving her a playful swat on the ass. Every time she deeply impales herself on your straining rod, her tight cunt squeezes greedily around your shaft as she lifts herself halfway off, before sliding down again.

Your hands are supporting Laula's ass from below now, helping lift her up and down repeatedly. With a giggle, Laula starts bending down to give you quick, teasing kisses on the lips in between up-and-down strokes.

As you let your mind wander to prolong the pleasure just a minute longer, you think back to Blake coming to make that granola sale on your ship. It's really her fault for what's about to happen to Laula here, you indulgently tell yourself as you feel your balls tightening up. If not for her, Jonas's plan to turn you loose on his little sister's academy wouldn't have come to fruition.

It was entrapment, really. If not for Blake being such a slutty little tease, you might not ever have gotten addicted to knowing that the unbearably cute young university student bouncing on your hard futa-hood might need to add 'learning how to change soiled diapers' to her study plan in the not-too-distant future. Your eyes shift down from Laula's bouncy little tits to her navel and stomach... a flat tummy that will only remain flat if you resist the urge to do what feels best.

You urge Laula to lift and drop her ass on your lap at a faster pace. "Mmm..." you bite your lip as you feel yourself nearing the breaking point. "This is all Blake's fault. She got me addicted." you murmur.

"Blake? Wha?" Laula's eyelids flutter, and she tightens her grip on your shoulders a little.

"Since she gave me a taste..." your voice becomes a shrill, lusty whine as your fingers squeeze Laula's tight buttocks, "...my sperm just can't stay away from schoolgirls! Fuck, I'm cummiiiiiiiiiiiing!!" your voice trails off into a yowl of pleasure.

The slutty young redhead on your lap slows down and stops moving, though she doesn't have the presence of mind to dismount. A soft, mildly concerned "Huuh?" is her only response to a jet of hot, sticky cum erupting from the head of your cock, buried deep inside her pussy. A sense of complete relief and satisfaction washes over you as your eyes roll back in your head and you slump backwards helplessly in your seat.

Belatedly, the pigtailed young woman realizes what you were saying, and blinks. "'Sperm'? Did you say 'sperm', Ms. Taffers? Sheesh! So gross!" she sticks out her tongue. "And I thought you were going to pull out!" Despite giving you a sour look, Laula is still sitting on your lap, her pussy engulfing your cock down to the base.

Laula stands up off your lap. "Eeeek!" she gives an adorable squeak of surprise as she sees and feels a thick white glob of hot semen drip out of her and land on your balls. "Ms. Taffers...!" she whines as she takes a bow-legged stance.

"Oh... dear. That was rather unprofessional of me, wasn't it, Miss Jenner?" you sigh, weakly stumbling to your feet. "Well... this is why it's important to be prepared. Let me make it up to you." Even as your dick flops flaccid, you're retrieving a large purple dildo from your desk. Laula starts to protest, but she was just at the point of being ready to cum, so the touch of the whirring rod against her labia quiets her objections to soft whimpers of pleasure....

It turns out, Laula's little quickie-for-grades trade was the start of a hot streak for you. A short-haired asian girl named Rui who'd skipped several of your classes told you to drop off her homework when she stayed late for swim practice, and after brazenly suggesting it'd be nice if you gave her full marks for the assignments she missed, she invited you into the locker room with her. The combination of her spunky attitude and the way her double-d cup breasts stood out on her lithe, athletic body made you glad you'd done some thorough needlework on the condom you brought along. You pounded her from behind in her sexy competition swimsuit, and gave your frisky futa gametes a swimming lesson in her womb.

The very next day another of your indecent offers paid off with a brace-faced blonde cheerleader called Tabitha who needed you to 'give her a ride home' after classes. The lovely freckled young woman with her dirty blonde hair in a ponytail hadn't even bothered asking for any favors - she was just flirty and wanting to tease you and give you blue balls, and wasn't expecting you to be so good at teasing back. Before she knew it, Tabitha had given you much the opposite of blue balls and likely earned herself a growing belly in the near future.

That was when you got called into the administrator's office first thing friday morning.

The stern-looking woman stared at you with a look like she'd just had a close call with a black hole when you walked in, eyes wide and jaw clenched... and Laula was standing there too, once again in her cardigan sweater and plain miniskirt, arms crossed over her chest.

"Ms. Taffers! I can scarcely believe I have to ask you this, but... Miss Jenner here," the administrator's trembling hand pointed at Laula, "says that she found out from a bio-scan station this afternoon that she is pregnant, and that she has reason to believe you are responsible for it!" she says in disbelief, eyes bloodshot.

"I suppose that's possible." you say tersely and calmly. "Was knocking up one of my students against the employment contract? I don't recall seeing anything about that specifically."

The administrator's voice is a dry croak of rage compressed into a few laconic words: "That conduct is, in fact, against your employment policy. Which I signed less than six weeks ago. Not only is your position here at Mt. Tranquil terminated, effective immediately, but this institution's legal department will be filing suit against you for reputational damages to the academy!"

"Um, yeah, and you should probably be looking for a paternity suit from me, too. I don't believe in abortion." Laula says firmly.

Just then you hear the happy chime of your score being updated. Looks like Rui from the swim club is going to be accompanying Laula here to the maternity ward in nine months.

"This is... unbelievable. Truly, beyond belief! You came highly recommended by a very well-regarded professional in the educational field!" the pantsuit-wearing administrator shakes her head in shock. "What was Ms. Glidden thinking, sending a sex pest like you to my beloved Mt. Tranquil?!"

You reach down and lift the hem of your miniskirt up slightly. "Why don't I show you how I... won her over?"

30 minutes later, you are knocking on the door of your quarters back in your starship. "Hi. Val... you telecommuting?"

"I just finished my daily duties a few minutes ago." The purple-haired woman, who just recently happily revealed her pregnancy at long last after many, many tries over a course of many weeks, is in lingerie, brushing her hair. "Have you picked out a dress for our visit to the symphony tonight? I've told you, you need more culture in your life. And studies say classical music is good for unborn children."

You're pretty sure that study refers to a much later stage of prenatal development, but you have more pressing concerns. You cough awkwardly. "Ah, yeah, about that.... we're gonna have to let those tickets go to waste, Val. We're blasting off right now."

"What?!" Valerie gasps. "But I'd made plans for the whole week! On what grounds are you upending all my careful scheduling at a moment's notice like this, Amanda? You told me you'd put your attempt at learning the educational profession ahead of your cargo business, to say nothing of that sordid bet of yours."

"I did, but... Um... how do I put this... According to the local government, I have..." you glance down at your wrist computer. "...approximately 22 minutes to be off this planet or the spaceport's automated defense systems will be ordered to open fire on this ship."

"WHAT!?" Valerie is genuinely shocked now.

"In my defense, Val, you really should have told me the administrator of Mt. Tranquil, that junior college you recommended me for a teaching position at, was the daughter of the chief of staff of the planetary armed forces. " you say.

Valerie simply sighs condescendingly and shakes her head. "Oh, what am I going to do with you, you hellbound soul? Perhaps this will finally be the wake-up call to turn your life around, Amanda." She clicks her tongue. "I think I'm going to need to give you a spanking to make sure you learn your lesson and clean up your act, this time."

You're already typing in coordinates and making launch prep. "I've learned, alright. Two, maybe three points for six weeks of hard work? As much fun as it was to earn that handful of points, the time investment and angry lawyers aren't worth it." you sigh. "Maybe I should just go back to Alseid and re-start that porn studio instead..."

Looks like you can't recapture the St. Vivians' experience after all. Oh well... once you win the bet, you'll order Claire to take a jaunt there and share the memory spikes with you. The St. Applegate colony is going to need some blonde genes to balance out the sudden influx of redheads, anyway.