Marisol suggests a way for the firey-tempered soccer player to settle things with you.

"I'm sorry for the confusion, darling," Buck says to his irate great granddaughter. "I wasn't thinking about how you'd feel about the whole thing. I remember you were always a prickly one, just like your daddy, even when you're happy about something. I thought we were celebratin'. As I recall you were more than a little saddlesore that I wouldn't pay for your tuition. Aren't you glad I'm giving you that cash you thought you were entitled to, now that you've gotten a start on carrying on the bloodline?"

Feelings aside, Vincent is, after all, an 8-months-pregnant young woman, with an appetite to match, so she silently ate every scrap of the expensive, exotic steak while you, Buck and Margie socialized. Once finished, she had just glared with pursed lips as her great grandparents asked questions about your disreputable business. You were cagey at first, but it quickly became clear that Vincent's great grandparents see nothing whatsoever wrong with your grievously unethical conduct.

"Oh, yeah. Of course. Who wouldn't want to be a part of a porn star's polygamous harem?" Vincent rolls her eyes. "All this time I was thinking Amanda only knocked up 5 or 6 of those dumb bimbos at St. Vivians. How many half-siblings is my child going to have, Amanda? Like, forty?"

You smirk and shrug.

Vincent suddenly takes a sharp intake of breath and rests a hand on her stomach. "More than that? God. I'm probably not even the only person on this planet feeling your baby kick right now. How many is it?"

You look down and check your messages on your device. "It's over 40 from St. Applegate alone, truth be told - counting this little reminder of your feud with Jeanette." you reach out and brush your hand against the top of Vincent's belly, making her gasp in surprise.

As you continue, your tone is breezy, casual, and completely shameless: "The most recent confirmed was Kat from the scene she shot with me for 'Pretty Sailor Guardian Aquarius' the day before yesterday. So, depending on the abortion rate, as many as eighty six. Not counting possible others from that vid, or any of the actresses from 'Schoolgirl Impregnation Diaries 2: Stand and Deliver' yesterday... " You glance over at the big-haired, warm-natured blonde dame at the other end of the table. "...not to mention, that's before your lovely great grandma shoots with me in 'Ride 'Em Cowgirl 2: The Boned Ranger'."

"I must say, Amanda, I was quite a big fan of the first one, myself!" Buck gestures with the after-dinner cigar he's lit up. "After Vincent gave me the good news, I tried to look up a little about you on the net. One thing led to another, and, wouldn't you know it, it was when dear Margie caught me flogging the ol' hog to it that she told me she wouldn't mind getting to meet you herself! So that's why I decided to take Vincent on a shopping trip and swing on by."

Having got over the initial shock, Vincent just glares at him sardonically. "This really isn't a side of my fucking great grandparents that I needed to see. Forget about the population growth statistics and your gross fetishes for a second. Shouldn't you do something about Amanda because of... family honor, or whatever?"

"Oh," Margie speaks up, smiling, "we do see where you're coming from. Really we do, right Buck? But Vivi, what did you think we were going to do? This isn't the old days of the asteroid rush, when you could just come up to some scoundrel and march them to the altar at the barrel of a laser carbine."

"I don't know!" Vincent says in frustration. "I thought you might have hired a team of bounty hunters or something, to haul Amanda back to St. Applegate where it all happened."

"C'mon now, little Firecracker," Buck clicks his tongue, "what good would that do even if I did? I didn't see anything about your futa friend being wanted by the law there. And even if I could snap my fingers and make Ms. Amanda cooperate, you know how it is on St. Applegate. Woman-on-futa marraige is barely tolerated at the best of times, and if there's a baby involved, it's right out."

Vincent's cute freckled face flushes red with indignation once again. "I don't want to fucking marry her! I want ****!" Vincet says confidently. "If you can't get her arrested for anything, can't you, like, ruin her porn business or something?

Marisol, your temporary partner-in-crime at the porn studio, enters the conversation for the first time in a long while. "I have a suggestion, Miss Walsh."

Vincent glances at her. "Ugh. I heard a rumor about you. You got the twin sister of one of my teammates pregnant as part of a stupid tennis match and ditched her afterwards, just like Amanda. How many girls have you gotten pregnant in her gross porn studio?"

"Ah, well..." Marisol's voice wavers uncertainly.

Rolling her eyes, Vincent huffs and holds up the palm of her hand. "Nevermind, I don't want to know. I also don't want to talk to you."

"Hear me out." Marisol holds her hands up. Her tone of voice is calm and businesslike, in stark contrast to the content of her speech: "Here's what I suggest, Vincent. You agree to appear in an x-rated holovid with Amanda, and in return, I'll hire the most virile young studs I can find to join the two of you and drop some risky loads in Amanda's pussy."

Now it's your turn to be shocked by someone you thought was on your side. "Mari!" you protest.

"You want me to fuck Amanda again? As part of an orgy? Was that drink you chugged spiked with something?" Vincent is only a little less incredulous than you.

"Well, wouldn't that be the **** you wanted, for Amanda to face the same danger you did?" Marisol asks calmly. "And it isn't as if Amanda can get you any more pregnant."

You start to object, not least of which because you technically DID get impregnated as a direct result of stealthing Vincent during your first meeting. But, Marisol pre-empts your objection, leaning over close to you and whispering: "Amanda, this is still a business you're running. If we can write Vincent and Margie into the plot with their real familial relationship, think how that could drive sales. And in exchange, I'll let you shoot your scene together with me at the end of the project exactly the way I know you want to. With me on the recieving end. No protection."

It would be a lie if you said you weren't getting excited by her saying that.

Vincent runs a hand over her swollen belly, ruminating. "It would serve Amanda right. Okay, I'm in. Since that tattletale four-eyes Jeanette didn't even get expelled, knowing that she's gonna be putting up with all the crying, pissing, shitting and puking alongside me was my only consolation. If Amanda was in the same boat too, that'd be even better."

Your blue-haired business partner smiles and adjusts her glasses. "Now, of course, I'll need to know all the details about the original incident from your perspective, so I can work it into the script..." Marisol says. She is always saying the porn movies need more 'artistic integrity', whatever that means to a philistine like you.

"We can do ya one better, ma'am. I still have a copy of that video my dear Vinny sent us of her and Miss Amanda taking part in the miracle of life." Buck smirks proudly, putting a hand on Vincent's shoulder.

"Hey, if you're gonna see that sick recording, shouldn't you pay me or something?" Vincent asks sardonically with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, we can't exactly sell a porn film that was filmed illegally in a semi-public place." You chime in. "But how about I pay you 2 thousand for a single non-duplicable copy, for the private viewing of me, Marisol, and two other people? That's 500 per pair of eves that'll ever get to see it who haven't already. Including mine." you say.

Shifting her mouth around, Vincent shrugs. "Fine. But only IF you go through with what I said and take the same risk I did. And I want you to sign a contract saying that if you get pregnant, you won't have an abortion."

"Of course!" you put a hand on your chest. "I would never do that." Not to mention, doing so would forfeit your big bet with Claire, but Vinny doesn't need to know about that just yet. Maybe it'll soften the blow if you explain to her that even if there was no bet when you'd encountered her, she's so hot that you probably would've done your best to put a baby in her regardless?

Buck pounds a fist on the table and nods vociferously. "See? I knew this crazy futa had her head screwed on straight! Maybe not in the whole morals and ethics department, heh heh, but on the big picture stuff like the survival of humankind! Vincent, how many times have I told you that just one strange matter supernova could-"

"Could wipe out over 2% of the human population, yes, I know, you've told me your crazy theories a million times." Vincent groans.

You finish off your drink. "Actually, to be perfectly honest, I don't care about humans being out-expanded by aliens or vice-versa. That isn't the reason I wouldn't get an abortion no matter who got me pregnant or why."

"What?" Vincent raises an eyebrow. "I actually thought you probably were a follower of my greatpop's philosophy." she pauses a moment. "I guess I am too, in general terms. Even I'm not all weird about it the way he is. I don't know if you've ever experienced it before, Amanda, but trust me: being pregnant pretty much sucks. Why would you put up with having some random porn dude's kid growing inside you if it's not about right and wrong?"

"I dunno." you shrug. "Instinct, basically. I've never bothered to think too deeply about it. If I had to put it in words, I guess I'd say that I'm sexy, and brilliant, and talented, and charming, and lucky. So I think I deserve to have a lot of kids. It feels like the right thing to do. Using my big cock to knock up hot girls like you is the most efficient way to do that, of course. But I've got the other parts too, so why wouldn't I use them? Having a baby come out of me doesn't seem all that bad. I'm not sure why you're so bent out of shape about it, Vincent; I bet in ten years you'll look and see how cute our kid is, and look back and say that you're glad you didn't notice me slip the condom off. So, why would I get rid of another gift of my genetic perfection to the universe just because it'll wreck my figure for a few months?"

Vincent sits there for a long moment, exchanging glances with her chuckling family members. "Alright." she says flatly.

"What? That's it? I thought you'd be more pissed." you say with a smirk.

But the freckled tomboy just shrugs. "I don't agree, obviously, because I don't think you're as great as you think you are. You actually suck as a person. But, that's a matter of opinion, and I'm not exactly an impartial refeee. I can't fault your logic. I think I like it better that way, actually. The next couple of hassle-filled years isn't just for, like, humans in general. It'll be a personal accomplishment."

Shooting ended up being delayed for a day, as it turned out Buck was an aficionado of the genre and had a lot of 'improvements' in mind. When he found out you were making a sequel to his favorite old western themed porno, he threw around some of his own money to expand the scope.

You stayed up late last night re-doing the script. Normally you don't put a lot of thought into them and lean heavily on AI assistance. But you want it to be a memorable film for the kindly old couple, since they'll be (god willing) returning to their role as parents after being empty-nesters for the better part of a century. Marisol seems totally on board with it. In the reply she sent to you, she explains that padding out 'Ride 'em Cowgirl 2: The Boned Ranger' to a five-hour-plus miniseries might actually work.

'Five hours is way beyond the attention span of a mainstream holomovie audience. Even one hour is pushing it, actually. That's why we break it up into five pieces and call it a 'miniseries'. Put the exotic scene with the real great grandma and great grandkid towards the end, and consumers will buy the whole thing in a bundle deal. They pay four times as much for a production that only costs about twice as much to make as the one-hour version, and feel like they got a great deal because it's four episodes for the price of five!' You can practically feel the excitement radiating through Marisol's words on the screen.

With a light chuckle, you type up a reply: 'Mari, you do realize that you and I aren't going to make any actual money from this project, right? All the profits will be eaten up by paternity suits, just like literally every other porn vid I've ever made.'

'Amanda, you really don't understand how business and finance works, do you? Cash flow trumps net profit/loss. Did you think a ten-billion-credit business with a yearly balance in the red is less valuable than the business of a dockside peddler who makes a 500 credit profit every day selling knick-knacks? The legal liabilities barely matter. Did you not notice your former business partner, that Caitlyn woman from St. Applegate, was re-packaging her shares in the business as derivaties and selling them?' Marisol's reply is smug and a little acerbic.

You huff. She does have a high opinion of her intelligence, doesn't see? "We'll see how smart you are when you're filing for maternity leave after I get fone with you, Mari." you mutter to yourself.

A smirk grows on your lips as you type your reply: 'Hey, Mari, I notice you never returned that copy-protected file of me, Vincent and Jeanette in the aid station next to the Oxwood Academy soccer field since I sent it over to you yesterday afternoon. Are you... liking it?'

Her response is adorably terse: 'I can't say I'm not.'

You lick your lips and feel a wetness growing between your legs as you examine the latest financial activity of Red Giant Studios. 'Does that have anything to do with the new casting couch scene you rushed together this morning? And which it looks like you're scheduled to star in in about... five minutes from now?'

Marisol's response is even shorter this time: 'Maybe.'

"Hah~" you laugh to yourself. You won't let her off the hook this easily. You message again: 'Oh, and let's take a look at the talent you selected for an interview. "Ava Littleton", co-ed about to start her sophomore year at a local university... That sounds familiar. And how does she look? Oh, would you look at that - a freckled, doe-eyed redhead with a cute pixie cut, just like Vincent.'

Excitement rushes through you. If the thought of of a dignified futa like Marisol jacking off to watching you illicitly impregnate a feisty co-ed was flattering, the thought that she'd go out of her way to replicate it is downright irresistible.

There's no response from Marisol this time. You message her again: 'Come on now, Mari. Surely you weren't gonna do this scene without giving me a livestreaming link?'

'I wouldn't dream of it.', is Marisol's terse reply... with a link.

When you click on it, you see that the amateur actress in question is already sitting casually on a couch in the studio's interview room. Marisol is there as well, in her formal-looking business attire. The redhead she's auditioning for a porn career seems to have a pretty good idea what this is about, because she's already tossed aside her shorts and is in the process of pulling off her t-shirt, leaving her sitting there in just her lingerie and a cute choker around her neck.

"Yeah, sorry, I've already done like three of these 'audition' things and the novelty's worn off. Do you mind if I just skip straight to what I'm getting paid for? There's rumors that there's gonna be an illegal jetbike race down the main thoroughfare in about an hour and I don't want to miss it." the red-haired apsiring pornstarlet says casually.

"Hm! You knew this was going to be an adult holovid, yet you didn't bother matching your underwear?" Marisol clicked her tongue, pointing out the contrast between her plain black panties and her cheetah-print bra. You don't find your enjoyment of the sight of Ava's body is compromised by this fashion faux-pas. She's not as fit and toned as Vincent, her boobs are a little smaller, and her face is a little more plain. Even so, you can see through the holo feed that Marisol is failing to control her excitement, as her pant-suit has a prominent bulge.

The actress notices too, rolls her eyes, and snickers. "Oh, wow. You're a futa? The ad said this scene would be 'penetration with no condom' I figured you were just the director and you just hadn't brought the guy out yet. Does that mean it's gonna be me and.... you? "

"I am. Is that going to be a problem?" Marisol's formal voice sounds like it has a tiny bit of worry in it.

"Nah." the porn starlet says as she spreads her legs and begins casually fingering herself through her panties. "It'll be a first for me, but futa is fine as long as it's one-on-one vanilla stuff. We're not doing anything kinky, right?"

"No... just what comes naturally." Marisol steps out of her pants and grips her cock excitably with one hand as she comes over to the bed. Ava starts sucking on it without even being asked.

A lustful smile spreads across your face. If the actress knew Marisol had no intention of ending this scene with a facial, let alone that the business lady you'd corrupted had given herself an even higher-performance suite of fertility enhancements than you yourself have, she might protest that 'intentionally knocking up an amateur porn actress for the debauched thrill of it' is pretty damn kinky, to put it mildly. You would disagree. Is a futa doing what futas have to do in order to avoid going extinct really 'kinky'?

Twenty minutes later, after entwining her pale, slender body with Marisol in a few different positions, Marisol and Ava are fucking in the most adventurous way yet. The pale freckled redhead is astride Mari in the 'waterfall' position, a sort of reversal of the classic 'piledriver'. Marisol is draped over the edge of the bed with her head and shoulders on the floor while her hips are on the bed's edge, angled up, while Ava straddles her. Marisol is takig advantage of the position to nibble on Ava's toes.

As far as porn performers go, this girl's acting skills and enthusiasm are nothing special. As she straddles Marisol's hips and raises and lowers her pussy on eight inches of hard futa dick, Ava is letting out monotonous, workmanlike moans.

Your sultry lips are curled into a wicked grin as you stroke yourself to the voyeuristic scene. Ava's career in porn is likely to come to an abrupt end in about six months, unless she decides to go into pregnant belly videos. And whether or not her performance up until this point has been particularly convincing, the tense, pink-flushed scrotum bumping against her asshole are full to bursting with hot, sticky white method acting.

Marisol moans shamelessly and arches her back over the edge of the bed. The freckled redhead unwittingly helping Marisol imitate the ultra-exclusive off-market porn vid of you breeding Vincent takes her cue and moans loudly, grinding her ass against Marisol's hips. Tens of millions of sperm begin their journey to perpetuate the third biological sex. Even though they aren't yours, you wish them luck all the same - not that they'll need it, with all Mari's enhancements.

You can see the exact moment the cute freckled starlet feels the sudden hot wetness flooding her tight young twat. "Ahhh?!? Did you just cum inside me?!" When the actress hops off of Marisol's twitching cock and feels the dribbles of cum running down her inner thighs, the fireworks begin.

Needless to say, you savor every moment of the video.. Damn - you've gotten yourself so worked up watching this all-too-real drama that you're tempted to rev up a sex toy. But, that'd be grossly unfair to your precious seeds. You send a message to Vincent, telling her to come and meet you at the studio an hour early.

At the computer terminal you were using to chat with and watch Marisol, you send three messages to the crew at the Red Giant Studio.

One: You're pushing back the start of filming for 'Ride 'em Cowgirl 2' by half an hour, to give you time to wash up and change costumes.

Two: A late change in casting for 'Knights of the Pound Table', one of the projects you'd scheduled for today, a medieval themed porno to be shot currently with your western themed porno. One of the scenes is being changed to involve a futa, Mandy Bunz (that is to say, you) in place of the male lead, Biff Johnstone. Instead of 'King Arthur' being the one to give Squire Gawain her 'bareback riding training', it will be 'Lady Lot-of-Lance', to be played by Mandy Bunz. There's also a minor change to the script regarding where the 'pop shot' will go.

Three: Instead of 'Knights of the Pound Table', the new title for the project is 'Knights of the Round Belly'. Instead of a rather generic re-run of the ancient source material with the usual blowjob-fuck-cumshot-swallowing structure, the whole product will be all about raw creampies and impregnation.

You're pitching a tent under your miniskirt as you climb in the cab and head down to the studio. Vinny and her family should show up early to take a little tour, and the timing should be just right for you to give them a show. Likely Vincent will be rightfully indignant about the sight. Maybe she'll be turned on. Hopefully both. But either way, it'll make it that much more satisfying for her when she gets to watch you get gang-banged and filled with cum by the guys she picked out.

And then, you're going to fuck her again. More gently and carefully, this time, since she's about ready to pop after her first encounter with your treacherous cock some ten months ago. And then, after watching a two-day filming marathon as you produce the five episodes of the sequel miniseries to your first infamous 'Ride 'em Cowgirl' porn film... a production schedule that is all-but-certain to give her soon-to-be-born kid at least one half-sibling... you're going to make sure Vincent has a front-row-seat to you and her great grandmother using cutting-edge nanotechnology to put a wild low-hanging branch in the Walsh family tree.

It's gonna be a good day.