Finally an answer as to what this is all about! It's revealed you were living down to someone's expectations this whole time!

You sigh and put on your best cool, unmoved persona. "First of all, Jonas, I somehow doubt that your parents would approve of you showing your impressionable teenage sister a double-feature of hardcore creampie smut." You say that without a hint of contradiction regarding the fact that just today you exposed about 50 schoolgirls to an uncensored, unsimulated holo of you impregnating a costumed sex worker using the excuse of it being a 'historical re-enactment'.

The unctuous, shady businessman replies with his trademark unflappable smirk: "Oh, dear captain, you should see the sex education classes they show to high school seniors here on St. Applegate. It's no coincidence, and some might even venture to suggest, no accident, that so many of those co-eds have sex on their minds by the time they reach that famous academy. Now, I don't judge... after all, I just had a little accident with that lacrosse player you got to give me some action with your wiles..."

Jonas relaxes on the cot and folds his hands in his lap, as if remembering the feel of Rebecca's well-toned, athletic bottom bouncing against his hips... as well as the pain of the injuries the hot-headed amazon had given him.

"In fact," he says, "seeing that you were a bit of a risk-taker with that spitfire of a mechanic is why I recommended you to Caitlyn, since she was specifically looking for a futa who wouldn't balk at the idea of sex without a condom. But... seeing a video of you also failing to pull out of a different naive girl just a few days before the mechanic unwisely trusted you to make sure your seed ended up outside her at the end of your carnal quid-pro-quo... let's just say it raises suspicions as to how accidental it all was, since in both cases you were quite convincing in sweet-talking the girls how much better it feels bareback."

You shrug and give your firey red hair a sultry toss. "I don't claim to have anything in common with the people of this station who claim to be living lives of self-denial in the name of God and then practice the opposite behind closed doors. I live for thrills and pleasure. In the heat of the moment, it's hard to keep track of promises. I might have fibbed a little about how good my pull-out-game is with a stripper or a flirty mechanic here and there. But there will be dozens of ordinary dime-a-dozen guys at any spaceport who promise more than they can deliver, in that regard. That's why emergency contraceptive and abortion pills are such big business, and why us humans keep needing to expand into new planets and colonies to avoid overcrowding. I don't mean to be cruel, but Asami and Gabrielle should've been a little more skeptical of that promise."

"So, the fact that you came inside of the hostess and the mechanic, AND got both of them pregnant, was just an accident? And then you went out of your way to cover up an incident with my golf buddy Fred having similar, ahem, 'troubles' to me?" Jonas asks in a neutral tone. His blunt words make the shy girl in glasses seated nearby gasp and cross her legs uncomfortably. You look away after a moment since you realize that you shouldn't let Jonas catch you staring at his sister, given the circumstances. Instead you look him in the eyes.

"Yes." you say. "I'm sorry the condom broke on you, Jonas, but I didn't hold a laser to your head and **** you to fuck that lacrosse girl. And as for your schlubby friend Fred, don't blame me for him knocking up that Young Colonist girl, either. You said it yourself, if he knew he had lingering fertility genemods he shouldn't have been inviting sorority girls doing charity fundraising to play horsie on his lap, condom or no condom."

"Fred's never been the sharpest knife in the drawer, true..." Jonas concedes with a sympathetic nod, "but I'm surprised to hear you put it that way, Captain Taffers. Seeing as how you twisted my arm to help hide the video before it risked reaching his wife. I didn't see any point in risking my own reputation by leaving a data trail, since, as you pointed out, the whole sordid business will probably come out anyway a few months down the line, if and when that girl comes back around looking a little rounder. But as fun as it might be to speculate how my clumsy golf buddy is going to explain to his nosy neighbors why his new kid has much darker skin than him or his wife, nevermind what he's going to tell said wife... that doesn't explain why you would care about hushing it up."

Jonas leans back in his seat. "So, Captain Taffers... I'm going to assume you ended up fooling around with one or two of those Young Colonist girls after I hinted to them that you'd be ideal for the job they had in mind. Don't worry - I have no idea what exactly they were transporting, just that it was something against academy rules. I'm curious, though - did any of them experience a similar 'accident' to the girls in those videos we just watched?"

You furrow your eyebrows. This is really turning into an interrogation. You turn your lips upward and smile, a bit of a naughty smile at that. "Alright Jon, I can see that you're the type who would spin it all out of proportion if I told a little white lie. Let me guess, you rifled through my cockpit's camera logs, too? One of those Young Colonists from a sorority did come to my ship... and wound up in my lap."

Doing your best to turn up the charm, you squeeze your nice medium-sized tits together between your elbows as you try to appear endearingly embarrassed before continuing: "I *really* thought I could control myself this time, but after a multi-week stretch cooped up in a lonely spaceship with only your taciturn presence for company, I was more pent up than I realized." You find yourself struggling to repress a smirk. "So, yes, I *may* have cum inside of that adorable blonde salesgirl a little bit before she could get off my lap."

You raise your finger. "But - and I have the recording to prove this - I did not engage in anything that even the strict laws of this station could spin into a 'solicitation' charge. She's the one who came onto me, 100%. So if she wants to go tell her school friends that I have her a sticky creampie, she's welcome to it."

You tap the mini-computer on your wrist for emphasis. "I run a reputable shipping company, Mr. Ranton. A criminal charge could end up costing me millions of credits over the next decade in lost business. I'll admit that I can be a horny bitch, but I'm very careful not to do anything that could land me in a jail. I know to be careful about how I approach women on a prudish station like this, and I know to be doubly careful about which women I chat up. I double checked the blonde with a very high-resolution bioscanner before I so much as laid a finger on her, and it confirmed she was legal. Now, don't tell me you're going to harangue me about the age gap when your dick is practically still wet from doing the same thing?"

Jonas raises an eyebrow and his smile disappears as he shares an awkward glance with Jeanette sitting near him. "Hypocrisy is the tribute vice pays to virtue, Captain Taffers. But you have a point. Neither you or I, or either of those students, were married, so it's less 'sinful', as the church would call it, than half of what happens in the halls of St. Vivians every week since there is no sacred covenant nor anybody's trust being violated And..." he shares a deeper look with his sister, who gulps and avoids his gaze, "...accidents certainly do happen. I suppose we can go on with explaining the favor on behalf of my sister that I asked you here for... Jeannie?"

The shy brunette futa squeaks and jumps a little. She's avoiding your gaze. "Um... yes...?"

"Surely by this point, you can see that you don't need to be embarrassed explaining the details to the Captain here. Compared to her, you're still an absolute saint, sis." he says with a chuckle.

Jeanette bites her lip and takes a deep breath. "O-o-okay. So, um. I have this... this..." she looks down.

"Hard, throbbing cock?" you say helpfully.

"Um, yeah, that." Jeannette says. "I thought I was going to be able to get through three years and graduate without any problems. But... I was trying to be helpful to a friend of mine and I made a little mistake. A little mistake that's gotten w-w-way out of hand. I haven't told anyone except my big brother yet, but a month ago, I found out that..." she gulps again. "I'm pregnant."

An excited shudder runs through you. Although also, perhaps, a little disappointment. Looks like you can forget about Jeanette adding to your score as gratitude for helping her out. "Oh." you say, and then allow yourself a giggle. "Wow, that actually is quite surprising. Considering the academy you're at, I thought you were going to say you'd gotten someone else pregnant, instead."

Jeanette cringes and fiddles nervously with her big circular glasses. "A-actually, I did that too. It was kind of... both of those things at once." she hides her face in her hands again. "It wasn't like I was just doing it for fun or something! My best friend revealed to me that she's really, really attracted to her own brother and that he was into her too, and that they were gonna do it 'just once, to see what it's like'. And I felt like God would want me to do something, you know? But I also didn't want to get them in trouble by reporting it. I just wanted them to be happy! So I... sort of... offered to, um, join in and put myself between them so it'd be sort of halfway to what they wanted without being an unforgivable sin, and... the popular girls refused to tell us where to get condoms, so we decided we would just try and be careful, and..." her voice croaks as she gets choked up and tears start forming in her eyes. She flops over onto her brother's shoulder as he lays in the hospital bed, making him flinch as she aggravates his still-healing injuries, though he still strokes her hair and comforts her.

"Awww." you say. "That's really sweet. And, I hope Jonas won't take offense to me saying - pretty hot. I'd pay to see that. But that doesn't explain why I'm involved. Were you hoping to get me to smuggle you off-station real quick and take you to an under-the-table kind of place where you can get it taken care of in a way that won't end up on your records?"

"No!" Jeanette says, looking horrified. "Are you crazy? I'd never discard a human life like that! But, I knew that Mary and I would be getting a lot of attention and dirty looks for getting pregnant our very first semester at college like that, and there would be a lot of pressure to say who the, um, 'daddies' were. I was worried someone looking close at me might see the, um, 'thing' between my legs, and that Mary might say it was me, and get me kicked out. So, I talked to the professor who I trusted the most to see if there was any way she could help me out..."

Jeanette pouts pitifully as she recounts her story: "But in exchange for helping me, she said I needed to... to do 'stuff' for her. She said she had a lot of friends were were interested in s-s-someone like me. Women she knows in her personal life, and even some other teachers. She said that I needed to do whatever they asked and... and... satisfy them. I know that I should've said no, but I... after I had sex with Mary and her brother that one time, I wasn't thinking clearly. I wanted more. So I started doing it... and... ohhhh!"

Wringing her hands, Jeanette shakes her head forcefully. "Those snobby Septuple Gamma sorority girls sold me an entire pack of condoms with holes poked in them or something! And in the last week alone, I had THREE of them break while I was using them with ladies my professor had told me to go and meet up with! I've just made the problem four times worse than it was, even while my brother Jonas was flying out here as fast as he could to try and save me from my own mess! I'm so ashamed!"

You click your tongue. "Damn. Mrs. Lopez started pimping you out? And she seemed like such a nice woman, too."

"Huh?" Jeanette blinks. "N-no... Mrs. Lopez is one of the ones that, um, requested me afterwards. I had no idea she was obsessing over me since my first day in one of her lessons. The professor I talked to about my problem and initially asked for help was my galactic history teacher, Professor Hochmann."

"WHAT?!" you shout. "That hypocritical BITCH! She jumped down my throat over that little movie show of mine, and all the while she was blackmailing an innocent student? As bad as that crazy dean Mrs. Glidden is, that egotistical blonde ball-buster teaching history is twice as bad!"

"Um... Miss Amanda..." Jeanette breaks in, "I don't mean to b-be rude or anything but if you don't mind me asking.... how did you know about me and Mrs. Lopez?"

You're such a habitual liar that you don't even consider just telling the truth. "Oh, uh, you know, I hear things. I was spying on some message boards gossiping about which teachers are sleeping with who. But," you say, hastily changing the subject, "that doesn't explain how I fit into this. Why'd you specifically go looking for me after finding those spicy recordings of me giving creampies to a stripper and a mechanic on that last station, Jonas?"

His smile grows a little awkward. "Um... I was hoping I wouldn't need to spell it out. Jeanette, I know you might not approve of this, but **** times call for **** measures. Amanda, knowing the sort of person that you are - I mean, it's not some kind of shock, you're hardly the only futa in the galaxy with a breeding fetish - I want you to find an excuse to go to St. Vivians' Academy next week and sleep with as many staff and students as you can."

He pauses dramatically, and sure enough, Jeanette gasps in shock.

Jonas continues. "Enough to make sure that at least a few of them conceive. If there's a wave of pregnancies this year at the academy, the administrators will have **** but to hush it all up and let any and all pregnant students take their lessons online for the rest of the year. That'll get the heat off of Jeannie. And in the meantime I'll have a talk with this Hochmann woman and make sure she knows her part will be revealed if she tries to leak damaging information about my sister."

You struggle to suppress an awkward smirk. Struggle, and fail. You start laughing softly.

Jonas gives you a dirty look. "Excuse me? Amanda? I know it's an unusual request but this is quite serious. You're being really rude to my sister after she just revealed something so painful for her. What the void do you find so damn funny?"