After one more week of mischief you depart St. Applegate at last. And months later, address Valerie's concerns.

When you get back from your ship you find Valerie standing in the entryway. She's wearing even fancier clothes than usual - a slinky black dress, gloves and a string of pearls. "You really should have come to church with me, Amanda."

"Oh! Shoot. I completely forgot about that." you say. "Usually it's in the morning, not the afternoon or evening. How was I supposed to know?"

The purple-haired woman leans against the wall, pushing out her chest and showing off the cleavage that that black dress hugs so enticingly. "If you hadn't disappeared off to God-knows-where, I could have reminded you. Let me guess - so-called 'business errands'?"

"Uh, yeah..." you improvise. "You know those businesswomen I mentioned? They've been talking about investing in a venture of mine that I'm setting up on my next stop. Now, I know it's something you won't immediately approve of - but if you'll give me a chance to explain, I'm sure you'll see that it could actually be good for your school's reputation." Your eyes rove over her mature, seductive body. "That's your church outfit, huh?"

"Yes. And now, it will be folded and packed away for quite some time, I suspect. On account of our... trip." Valerie stares at you challengingly.

"Oh... damn." you bit your lip. You suddenly REALLY want to fuck her in that outfit, and you may have missed your chance. "I've made a terrible mistake... any chance you could stay in that, and we could go back for a quick sermon?"

"It's never too late to seek repentance, Amanda." Valerie says confidently. "But, as you know, regular services are once a week, and frankly, I don't trust you around Reverened Mother Marcellaine in a private setting." She narrows her eyes. "I'm not playing - don't you DARE make a move on my preacher. That would destroy my reputation."

"Actually, that might work out just fine. I stopped by the port and it looks like a micro-components trade cutter is going to be stopping at this station in a little less than a week. That would be perfect to let me pick up some cargo for where I'm going next." you come closer and give Valerie a little kiss on the lips. "Sorry - I mean where WE'RE going next. That way I could come with you to a proper St. Applegate church sermon. Who knows? Maybe some grace will start accumulating on my sinful little heart."

Furrowing her brow, Valerie looks into your eyes and visibly searches your intentions. "It certainly wouldn't go to waste on a hedonistic pervert like you. But..."

"Please?" you give her your most endearing smile. "I'll absolutely behave myself at the sermon, I promise. I even swear I won't wear anything sluttier than usual."

"Hmph..." Valerie straightens her glasses and can't stop herself from smirking. "I suppose saving your soul should be my priority. Very well. One more week. But you had better behave yourself. Do you really think I forgot to pack 'The Grand Crusader'?"

Your cuntlips quiver and moisten at the mere mention. "I'll be my most innocent self, I swear."

As you kiss Valerie again, little does she realize you were crossing your fingers behind your back.

Just like, this coming week, you'll be crossing your fingers behind your back when you tell the St. Vivians' students you meet up with that you won't cum inside. In all the confusion it seems Valerie forgot that she gave you a special visitor's pass yesterday and forgot to cancel it after your office romp.

...

The months go by. Long after you finally undock from St. Applegate, Valerie remains your loyal ship-borne companion - along with, as it turns out, one of the janitorial staff, a blue-haired woman who turns out to have a very dirty mind, and actually introduces YOU to a few things you've never tried before, like ass-to-mouth. It seems Norman the janitor came through on your request to pass along the word to any interested futas he might know in the blue-collar staff at the academy.

Valerie's well-intentioned concession to allow you to attend church with her the day before you finally left had consequences, alright. True to your word, you were the picture of angelic innocence during that sermon. It's just that during the preceding week, you'd knocked up another 10 flirty schoolgirls. When you confessed your additional sins to Valerie, she was true to her word, and showed your pussy no mercy.

But another promise you'd kept was to keep on giving her a pounding every day. Even during your stint running a porn studio in the dome-metropolises of the magma planet Alseid, when you were back to blowing thick loads of jizz in half a dozen or more young women every day, you made sure to save a bit of gas in the tank for Valerie at the end of the day. She did such a fine job of taking your cum that it wasn't even that much of a struggle to resist defiling the fifteen recent St. Vivians' graduates who booked passage aboard your ship, as you'd promised her.

(Of course, you hadn't promised her you weren't going to recommend those young women a career in porn. You yourself didn't impregnate any of them - but only because the male porn star you hired to star in your film project 'Schoolgirl Impregnation Diaries' turned out to have such strong swimmers, himself).

When the bio-scanner reported the joyous news and your score ticked up by one more, Ms. Glidden was, at first, ecstatic at the news that after seventeen years, she was pregnant once again. Your stuff had done the trick. It took even longer than you thought and you'd started to wonder if it really wouldn't happen, unless you could somehow convince her to use some 'blasphemous' nanite fertility-rejuvenating ****. Considering how many young women got pregnant after taking just one creampie from your busy cock, you'd estimate that it took approximately fifty times as much cum to impregnate Valerie. But you consider it a job well done.

So it is an unwelcome surprise when, just when you're setting course for a resort planet where spring-breakers from all over the sector gather, you find Valerie, her pregnancy still not yet starting to show, glaring at you darkly as you get up for the morning.

"Oh... hey, babe." you say, loosening your nightgown. "Everything okay? I heard you on the holo-call with your daughter yesterday. She seemed to be taking the news pretty well, I'd thought?"

"I thought I was going to be telling her that she had TWO siblings on the way." Valerie says sharply, not moving from where she is sitting stiffly on the bed.

"Oh. Ohhhh! You're having twins?!" You gush excitedly. "I wonder why the bio-scanner didn't-"

"CAPTAIN TAFFERS!" Valerie raises her voice to a near shout. "Irresponsible impregnation is one thing, but I thought I could trust you not to... not to dispose of something truly precious." she sounds like she is on the verge of getting choked up. "I thought YOU were going to be pregnant as well! There were enough fertility **** in that strap-on for ten futas! Tell me what you did, RIGHT NOW!"

"Oh. Ohhh, right, I forgot to mention that." you smirk seductively. "Don't worry, it's not what you think. Just a little, uh, finesse. I promise, I'm not trying to defy God. Just a... harmless little practical joke on God, that's all."

Groaning in annoyance, Valerie flops down onto a pillow. "I feel my ears might burst into flame from the blasphemy I just heard you speak! Where to begin?!"

"So, yes," you say, sitting down on the bed with her, "I'm not technically pregnant, at the moment. But as you know, I still have a bet to win. Can you imagine how much of a mind-broken sex **** I'd be after being the property of a wild beast like Claire for five years? You haven't met her before, you don't know. Trust me - any depths that I will sink to, she will pull out a shovel and tunnel right past me."

There is no response. Valerie just silently and judgmentally glares at you.

"It's not like there were any true 'family planning' services at that station anyway." you say. "Since the rumors started going around about an investigation on the subject," you say, gliding over the fact that you were the one who helped plant those rumors, "whichever sorority was selling emergency contraceptive pills ended up anonymously turning them in. Remember how proud you were of that? Well worth having your security guard Patrice get four punk girls pregnant."

"Don't try to change the subject. Get to the point." Valerie says bitterly.

"I'm just saying - obviously there are SOME family planning services, even on St. Applegate. Just like they overlook all the fucking that goes on at your beloved girls' academy - even after like a hundred and fifty girls turned up pregnant from a single semester - the authorities there realize you have to bend god's laws for the sake of practicality sometimes even if you don't break them."

Pulling off your nightgown, you leave yourself nude and point ot your still trim and well-toned midriff, resting a fingernail over your womb as the sweet memories make your cock stiffen. "I got a little implant right here. It's something I didn't even realize was available, and it cost me quite a few credits. You see, on most colonies or planets, a 'birth control implant' means one that stops a woman, or futa, from getting pregnant. Discards those poor, defenseless fertilized eggs... what did you call them again?"

"Snowflake babies." Valerie says.

"Yeah, those." you suppress a giggle. "Anyway, that's obviously against the morals of St. Applegate. So they use modern science to do a little end-run around the issue. The same technology you were using to get me in that situation in the first place. The St. Applegate brand, Milky-Way-Church-approved birth control implant is more about control in the sense of 'timing'."

You poke your finger harder against your pale, supple skin, drawing her eye. "I got the implant put in after my ovulation, just to be sure. There was definitely a fertilization, alright. Like I said, I don't know that it's your departed husband's, since I let those rowdy soccer team boys from Oxwood cum inside me too. But for now, that little precious package is trapped in a stasis bubble. Perfectly safe. The timer will wear off in... a little less than three years from now, assuming I'm not already pregnant at the time, in which case the clock gets extended until there's a vacancy."

"Then..." Valerie looks hopeful as she sits up, tears forming in her eyes. "You... I... I really got through to you! You're turning over a new leaf after all! God's grace is entering your heart! Oh, you will not regret accepting this blessing, Amanda! I promise you!"

You aren't so sure Amanda-from-three-or-four-years-in-the-future would agree. But then again, you've never much worried about what future-you is going to have to do to deal with your current actions. You come in and wrap Valerie in your arms.

"So..." you say, slightly concerned, "does that mean it's about time for you to think about heading home? I don't want to keep you from your daughter for too long..."

"Nonsense. I banked up a lot of un-used leave and work-from-home days in the years I've worked at St. Vivians', and I fully intend to make use of them." Valerie says firmly, her hand wrapping around your stiffening cock. "Besides, I very much want to meet this 'Claire' you've told me about. And..." you see an excited gleam forming in her eye, "weren't you just about to embark on another one of your despicable holo-film projects? 'Spring Break Beach Breeding' or some such filth?"

"Uh," you blink in surprise. "You... I... I didn't think you would approve of me making more porn films, even if I do follow the whole 'consistent life ethic' rule."

"Thanks to you, and the weak morals of so many of my students, St. Vivian's Academy is now known as 'that school where more than 5% of the students got pregnant in a single semester." Valerie says sharply. "It is soiling our otherwise pristine reputation in spite of everything the Church has done to spin it in a positive way as being part of the divine plan. I think it would look a bit better for St. Vivians if some other, less morally upright universities in the sector have an uptick in their pregnancy rate as well, don't you think?" Valerie says with a smirk. "Let me help prepare the contracts and the paperwork. If you haven't heard of the 'every life among the stars' clause, I think you may see that fulfilling your promises to me is not merely good for your soul, but also for your... score."

On her face is a wicked smirk very much like your own.

And, God willing, you'll bring that same wicked smile to Claire's face, too.