Amanda's Hallowthanksmas Special: Kristin's motives turn out less than angelic and not to your benefit

The inside of the house is wholesome and cozy. Soft, romantic music is playing, and stockings are hanging over a holographic fireplace. A sort of extra wide candelabra has 7 candles burning on it, and there are more candles in those orange gourd things with smiley faces carved into them.

"Now that we're away from my aunt, I actually really like your costume. Maybe a little too... spooky... for kids. But Hallowthanksmas is supposed to have a little darkness in it. You can't good without bad. Can I see the details, before you change out of it?"

With a sultry smirk, you slowly pull off your black robe and reveal your body. You've got the complete package: not too 'thick', but with a huge bust protruding from your chest. A perfectly trim midriff, just like you love ruining on others. Long legs toned like those of a distance runner. And, thanks to the black bodypaint and skeleton pattern, all of it has an attractive sheen.

"Ohhhh. You really went all out on this one, huh?" Kristin says with a flirty smirk. "It feels a little... Mmm... Dangerous."

"Oh? Like dark and dangerous, do you? And here I thought you were a perfectly innocent, chaste little angel." you purr, running your hands alluringly up and down your body.

"Maybe the angel costume is more aspirational." the petite blonde says. "Or maybe I just picked it because it gave me an excuse to show off for horny guys. And girls. And especially... both."

Kristin strikes a heart-stoppingly sexy pose, bring her hands over her head and wiggling her hips from side to side. "But what about you? You're not even from Plum Valley, right? Aren't you worried about what people would think about you being home alone with a councilman's youngest daughter? His innocent little angel?" She punctuates her words with a half turn and a thrusting shake of her firm backside so sultry that it has to have been practiced.

"I'm not the kind to worry about consequences." you say.

Kristin giggles flutters her eyelashes again. "I can tell. Your thong looks like it's about to snap off. I'd better help you take it off carefully." And that's all the pretense needed before the lithe blonde angel gracefully settles down on her knees in front of you and tugs down your underwear - revelaing your playfully painted 'bone', standing just as stiff and rigid as the name would suggest.

"Oh my gosh. That's really naughty, huh? And the nuts painted with skulls. Hmm~ That's ironic, isn't it?"

Your pulse is racing as you struggle to keep your composure. "A little, maybe."

Kristin forcefully yanks your underwear off your leg. Now that it's clear she likes where this is going, you wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close. Your hardening shaft rubs against the soft skin of her ass cheek as you aggressively push your tongue into her mouth. Your hands slither all over her nubile body. The thought that this might be Caitlyn's sister, that she might be watching (and even having fun with her fingers) at what you were doing, is driving you wild with excitement. You nibble softly on Kirstin's plump lips as as you run your hand up and down her pale, petite midriff, resting one finger in her belly button for a moment. The sight, and the feel, of a flat, exposed tummy like that makes you want to be the one responsible for making it swell cutely.

Your fingers slide down past her shiny silver bikini bottoms, and at last you get to feel that camel toe that was calling out to you every time Kristin bent over. Your delicate fingers are skilled at picking this particular lock like few others... within moments you've found her clit. But you don't over-focus on it. You run your fingertips up and down along her moistening slit... and when she's starting to get used to it, then you suddenly give the button at the top of her pussy mound a good rub.

Moaning softly as your fingers dig around in her bottoms, Kristin reaches back to take hold of your cock. "I've never done anything with a futa before... I was worried it would be too big. But I think this is just right."

"You think so?" you murmur seductively to her. "Just right for this horny pussy making my fingers all wet and slippery?"

"Mmmnnn..." Kristin bites her lip and shivers with excitement. "No, I don't think I should. I have a better idea."

You stay outwardly calm, but your back tenses up. "Oh?"

Kristin goes to one of the stockings hanging over the fireplace. After digging around in it, she pulls out a small plastic tube of what you instantly recognize as good old-fashioned lubricant.

"You know... you can't spell 'angel' without the letters 'a', 'n' and 'l'." the blonde flutters her eyes at you enticingly, squirting some of it out onto a finger.

'When a sexy blonde girl in a slutty costume asks you to fuck her in the ass, saying no simply isn't done'. You are fairly sure that one of the guides to Galactic Ettiquette your mother tried to drill into you as a kid said that. Or if they didn't, it should have.

Kristin is lying on her side on the rug, legs bent, platform boots pinching against your soft thigh as you gently ream her out. The tight, compressing grip of her asshole ripples and squeezes as you plump deeper. You've been avoiding anal for the past year, for obvious reasons. It was never your favorite thing to do to begin with - which was something many of your male sex partners were relieved to discover, and a few were vocally disappointed by. But feeling Kristin's ass bouncing against your hips is more than enough to make you forget about your mission... mostly.

"Yes! Yes, fuck my ass." Kristin says in a low, throaty voice as she tosses her head back in time with your thrusts. "Don't... hnnh... go easy on it. Make my ass sore, you nasty whore."

"Oh my. Such... a mouth on you." you say as you lean in closer and give her another kiss on the lips, this time not letting her get away before you've tasted the inside of her mouth deeply.

With sensuous grace, Kristin rolls up into a kneeling position and keeps her ass hiked up high in the air. You take advantage of the extra few inches of height your heels give you and balance carefully as you thrust down into her tight asterisk. When she squeezes down tight on your cock, it's almost TOO tight, making you gasp... it's like someone pissed off suddenly grabbed your cock in their fist. You're so used to being in control... and right now, you are in HER power.

Kristin is rubbing her pussy, silvery bikini bottoms down around her knees. "Why are you slowing down? About to cum?" she asks. Considering the colony she comes from, this girl is really jaded beyond her years.

"Just thinking about how I can make a sexy angel like you cum." you say with a deep breath. Fucking Kristin in the ass like this only makes you more aware of the burning desire welling up inside your belly. The desire to breed. Nevermind that sexy MILF in the witch costume, or Khloe in the kitchen who you almost certainly impregnated a little over an hour ago. Nevermind the porn amateurs on Alseid who are ready to pop after your first stint running a studio, or just starting to feel the first signs of morning sickness from your second. You would consider all of that a wasted effort if you can't immaculately conceive a baby with this angelic blonde minx.

Thinking of how a girl will look pregnant while pounding her from behind tends to erode what little self-control you have, and lead to an imminent creampie. But unfortunately you have to resist that urge now.

Kristin notices you slowing down... and rather than let you pace yourself, she backs her ass up and starts thrusting her petite hips against yours. She brings her thighs closer together to give your nuts a squeeze between the silk-soft skin of her thighs as she shoot you a confident, seductive gaze over her shoulder.

"You want to stick it in my pussy, don't you?" she says in a calm, sultry tone as she gives your cock another rippling squeeze with her anus.

"I'd be lying if I said no." you manage to **** out with a modicum of grace.

"You really want to fuck me even knowing how risky it is, huh? I'm not on any birth control, nobody on this station would give me an abortion, but you want to do it anyway. Is that right?" Her pouty lips form a smirk.

"I promise, I'll be careful." you say, digging your fingers into her ass. You've made that promise dozens of times before. Several women have no doubt thought back on how little that promise was worth while giving birth to your child.

"No you won't." Kristin says in a playful, teasing voice as she waggles her butt back and forth against your hips, letting the tight walls of her ass rub against your lubed-up shaft in a way that almost puts you over the edge.

"I will... I'll be... mmmf... sooooo careful... I pinky promise." you gasp out desperately, sweat matting your hair as you start to back out of her again.

"I pinky promise you won't." Kristin says, her smile starting to show just a hint of her teeth as she looks at you. "Because you won't get a chance."

Before you can say anything else, Kristin hikes up one of her legs and puts one of her sexy platform boots right in your stomach and gives you an almost painfully hard push. Your cock slips out of her well-fucked asshole and almost immediately starts trembling for want of that wonderful squeezing sensation. Just when you'd been really getting into it and wondering if you were about to cum in her asshole after all.

"H-huh?" your jaw hangs open stupidly. You're quite surprised at her action.

"Yeah, I think that's plenty of recorded footage now." Kristin says, climbing to her feet and pulling her shiny silver bikini bottoms back up. She nonchalantly straightens one of her angel wings. "Time for me to rejoin the group. Aunt Tamara will be waiting."

"But, but, but..." you start babbling, standing there with your cock in your hand as you stumble to your feet. But Kristin is already doing her sexy hip-swaying walk towards the door.

"This was mostly just for **** footage. I would actually like to try having a big futa cock fuck me 'til I cum sometime..." Kristin says teasingly, giving you a sideways glance as if there was still hope... before dashing it by dismissively shrugging at you and continuing on her way. "...but Auntie Tamara did some digging on you, and found out you already have, like, twenty illegitimate kids running around. I'm not really interested in having some nepotistic futa fail-daughter get me pregnant and walk away."

You swallow dryly. "Could I maybe wear a condom, at least?"

"Nah," Kristin says casually, "I don't use those. It's against the ways of God. So is anal, technically, but that's why I made sure you're still holding onto those precious seeds. Bye, now. Pick out whatever backup costume you want."

And with that, she's gone - leaving you with a raging hard-on. You'd been right on the edge. The teasing dressing down she'd just given you with her sharp tongue was like verbal BDSM - it only made you more excited. Now you are left with an absolutely aching set of blue balls.

As if things couldn't get any worse, you suddenly hear a musical, feminine giggling in your ear... and remember that Caitlyn was watching the whole thing. "So, Amanda - would it be rubbing salt in the wound to remind you that, since you called me, this entire transmission is being billed to your account, not mine? The call timer says 17 minutes. That's, oh, about eleven hundred credits so far, I think?" she razzes you. "All for a girl who isn't even related to me to begin with~"

Silently, you solemnly swear an oath that no matter what it takes, you WILL see both Caitlyn and Kristin good and pregnant before the first day of the new year. "You jinxed me, looking over my shoulder like that." you complain to Caitlyn as you softly wipe your cock clean in the bathroom before pulling your bottoms back over the sensitive bulge. "Even the greatest zero-g-ball player of all time doesn't make every free throw, you know. But as it is, this just puts your real sister in more danger, Caitlyn."

"Oh?" she asks in a mocking voice with a giggle.

"You just used up my supply of bad luck on someone who wasn't your sister, right?" you say, looking at her in the communicator's viewscreen and winking. "Which means that if I DO happen on her next, my sperm will be riled up and looking for payback."

"Orrrrr, the next time you even get a girl to come close to you, you'll be so over-excited you make a mess of her costume before she can even strip." Caitlyn teases.

"Then I'll skip the stripping, and get to the fucking faster." you say, willing confidence back into your voice.

"You're really not backing down? Oh my gosh, Amanda. It isn't enough for you that Belinda is having to delay the business career she worked so hard for - by which I mean, she begged her daddy so hard for to hand to her on a silver platter - so she can take care of your fussy little brat all day? After so many girls here on St. Applegate popped out one of your bastards, are you so bothered I didn't?" she giggles again and gives you that sunny smile of hers. "I guess I'd be lying if I said it wasn't flattering! But now that Kristin got such excellent **** footage of you, surely you realize the Plum Valley authorities are going to not-so-gently nudge you off their station in a day or so, tops?"

"Don't flick yourself off completely, Caitlyn." you say, throwing your costume robe back on and striding out the door confidently. "There's an excellent chance you'll be getting a show very soon. And I want you to be on the edge of cumming if and when you beg me not to knock up your little sister and offer me a golf rematch instead."

By the soft whine in her voice you can tell Caitlyn is getting seriously excited. "Oh, you're SO bad, Amanda. I feel like I'm becoming a worse person every time I talk to you. Mmmm... Next time, call me collect. I don't want you using the cost as an excuse to hang up early if you think you're about to get kicked to the curb again." She hangs up.

Heart pounding in your chest, you look down at the straining bulge in your skeleton-themed banana hammock. It isn't going down. And an angry, gut-tightening throbbing is emanating from down below. As you've learned since you got them, those nanotechnological gene-mods that supercharged your virility and potency have a drawback. Because having them going on full 'productive capacity' all the time would cause problems, the enhancements are dormant most of the time, and triggered to enter an active state by intense arousal. As you found out to your chagrin during Ms. Glidden's 'orgasm denial trial' last year, that means that the blue balls you get when you don't get to cum can be downright painful.

A sensation of pent-up pressure is reverberating between your legs. You take a deep breath to calm yourself. Normally, you could just relieve yourself with a little hand action. But somehow, that feels like it would be admitting defeat. It's a matter of principle now. You have to show Caitlyn that you still have your edge.

There is a rapping on the front door, and the doorbell sounds. Your heart leaps, as you think that Kristin might have just been teasing you and really does want to fuck. You almost stumble over your high heels as you make a break for the door. But, when you get there and look at the viewscreen, you are crestfallen when you see that it isn't her.

Instead, it seems to have been a delivery. You don't see anyone standing at the door. All you see is a life-sized stuffed toy tiger, with bow of the sort made to adorn presents stuck to its head, and a tag hanging around its neck.

You roll your eyes in annoyance. This must be a gift Tamara ordered. It's kind of cute, with glass bead eyes and a felt tongue hanging out of its mouth, but in a wholesome, innocent kind of way, which is the last kind of cute you want to see right now.

Just as you are about to go sneak out the side door, you hear a muffled voice come from behind the front door. "Hello! Aren't you going to come put a donation in the lucky tiger's mouth, for the Year of the Tiger? It'll be very good karma!" the voice sounds excited and a little anxious.

Curiosity piqued, you push the front door open...