The "evidence" you left inside Jessica a few days ago comes back to bite you and the assistant dean gives you a tempting ultimatum

A large free-standing holographic screen springs up from Ms. Glidden's desk as she points the hand-held scanner at Jessica, listing off various biometrics:

Name: Kellers, Jessica N.
Species: Human (Terran baseline)
Sex: Female
Age: 18 standard years, 283 days
Augmentations: Type-O standard panacea and life support nanites (0.08 PPM)
Pathogens and toxins: None found in dangerous concentrations; trace amounts of type 4Y cannabinoids
Medical issues of concern: Very mild sleep deprivation, very mild dehydration, minor oral plaque buildup.

"Okay, there, see?" you say, your nerve breaking. "It says all life signs are nominal. Can we wrap this up already? If that's all you had, I have a meeting to get to."

"Yeah, you're damn right you have a meeting to get to!" Jessica says with a frown, tucking her braided ponytail back over her shoulder with one hand.

"Language, Miss Kellers!" Valerie says. "And you're lucky I have greater concerns to deal with, or we would be having words about line 6, up there."

"Oh, uh..." Jessica's eyes flick to the screen, "I was picking my little brother up at the spaceport, and there was a freighter crew hanging out at the entrance, and I just, like, walked through a cloud of-"

"Nevermind that!" the self-righteous administrator huffs - and, as Jessica stops speaking, the button on the lie-detecting recorder shifts from pulsating yellow back to green.

"Computer, scan for foreign DNA inside the body. And prepare Miss Kellers a cup of Earl Grey tea, hot. Hydration and focus on lessons are important." A small hole opens in the surface of the desk and a tiny paper cup of lightly steaming tea pops up.

You wince. Indeed, this is where you were afraid Ms. Glidden was going with this.

The computer makes a soft chime. The screen changes and conforms: Foreign DNA detected. Calculating... please wait... please wait... Approximately 971 million spermatozoa.

"PFFFT! A-ACK!" Jessica spits out the mouthful of tea she'd been drinking and coughs as she sees that lastest line. "What the fuck? Does that mean, like 'sperm'?! But I washed it out in the shower...!"

"Computer," Valerie Glidden says calmly, "Show patient's reproductive cycle data." The screen shifts again: Subject entered luteal phase approximately 21 hours ago.

"'Luteal'?" Jessica asks, confused. You know all too well what it means. The tension is joined by a glimmer of arousal in your body that you can't quite suppress.

"Magnify and highlight the relevant gametes, computer." Valerie says. Her voice is getting a tremble of excitement as well.

And there it is. The holographic image zooms in on an abstract representation of Jessica's lower body. There are a number of tiny specks of light standing out against the dull pink background. Zooming in closer, it shows a massive cloud of tadpole-like things thrashing and tumbling about like crazy.

Showing closest spermatozoa concentration. And then, the holographic screen pans over to a much larger whitish-orange sphere drifting along. It can be seen that the hapless sphere is surrounded by countless thousands of the feisty tadpoles, in all directions. They seem to be converging upon it.

"Fuck, no! Get away!" Jessica gasps, sounding mortified. Dropping the cup of tea on the floor with a splash, she starts jumping up and down, looking at the screen and trying to see if it has any effect.

"Miss Kellers, I'll forgive your bad language, but please sit down and calm yourself." Valerie says, grabbing the brunette girl by her shoulder. "If it is god's plan, there is nothing to be done. And besides, whatever the other circumstances may be, we should always be privileged to witness, or even better, to take part in, the miracle of life."

"Uuuuuugh." Jessica groans, sounding more resigned now that the initial shock has worn off. "Gross! I can't believe this! Why didn't you put on the-" she starts to snap at you, but then catches herself. "Ugh... Whatever."

"Now, Captain," Ms. Glidden says, her voice smooth yet unyielding like polished marble, "I'll ask you plainly: are those your sperm?"

"Um... I'm not..." you try to think of a way to word a response. It's not easy to peel your eyes away from the distracting sight on the screen.

"Let me rephrase that," the administrator says, a condescending smirk forming on her lips, "can you affirmatively state, with a high degree of confidence, that none of those are your sperm?"

A shiver runs down your back and you squeeze your thighs tighter together. "No. No, I can't." you concede.

"Ah! And there it is! The miracle of creation in miniature!" Ms. Glidden is looking at the screen again, folding her hands over her chest. You think you actually see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. As Jessica watches haplessly, on the screen the drifting sphere gets dogpiled by hundreds of the wriggly white things and changes color. "Congratulations, Miss Kellers. But also let this be a lesson to you to think before you let your passions get the better of you, and help your friends and peers to learn from your example."

"Lesson? Pffft!" Jessica waves her head dismissively. "It's HER fault!" she points accusingly at you. "The professors and administrators kept giving me crap about being 'disrespectful' or whatever so I was trying to be gracious. I told her to put a condom on! But she just... pretended to and dropped it on the ground! That's fuc- I mean, freak-ed up!"

"I promise, it will be dealt with appropriately. You may go now, Miss Kellers. I'll pass the information along in due time." Valerie says. Jessica shoots you one more dirty look and then barges out of the office.

"Ahem." Valerie closes and locks the door before returning to her desk. "I'm glad you have at least some sense of restraint and morality left, Amanda."

"...huh?" you blink, not having expected that.

"As crass as your motives here are," Valerie says, her voice carrying an undercurrent of sympathy now, "I am glad that at least you did not lead Miss Kellers to the worse sin of blaspheming against nature's god by stripping the procreative act of its meaning."

Ah. Yes, that's right. It's easy to forget that despite her eloquent and confident way of speaking, this lady is, in fact, absolutely spacebats crazy. A lot of the people on this station seem to take an apathetic go-along-to-get-along approach to the eccentric laws and regulations, but Ms. Glidden is clearly a true believer.

"God works in mysterious ways." Valerie says. Suddenly, she takes your delicate hands and squeezes them in hers. "Although your sins are terrible, and your motives of greed and lust for engaging in this wager are despicable, it may be that some good will come of this. Sometimes god sends terrible men and women as a test for righteous communities such as ours... a trap for those whose moral fiber is weak."

You can tell she is getting the same passionate tone of voice as she had earlier when she was waxing eloquent about your porn movie: "Our Academy has these young women for just a few years, and after that, they will go out into the world. I often wish that we had more time to morally instruct and form them... and I worry that many will fall into the lifestyle of nihilistic decadence so common in the core worlds."

It may be your imagination but you're pretty sure her hand is sliding up your arm now, as she continues speaking: "It may very well be that a sinner like you is here to nudge those who are straying back onto the right path. If a fall from grace happens here, in a righteous and supportive environment, it may be for the best, if it means avoiding a far more damaging fall later on, when they are far from guidance and the vicious society is designed to drag them deeper into depravity with every step they take!"

Valerie leans further forward and her hand comes up to your shoulder.

"So..." you say unsteadily, "what you're saying is that me coming here because of that drunken bet and knocking up a couple dozen college girls might be doing God's work, in a roundabout way?"

Your tone had been a little sarcastic, but Valerie does an excited fist pump and nods adamantly: "Yes! Precisely! You still have time to save your soul. Even if you cannot yet tear yourself away from your sinful ways, you are better than other corrupting influences that might have come here. And you can take the all-important first step right now, by seeing reason and helping me find and punish the one of your kind who threatens to destroy my beloved academy's reputation!"

"Oh, right, that..." you blow air through your lips. "Not that I'm saying any such student exists... but why is it such a big deal, anyway? I honestly don't understand. You already have that dorky security guard working here, and I'm pretty sure there are other futas here on the staff as well." The still-active lie detector wavers yellow for a moment, because the truth is you're COMPLETELY sure - during your trip here you'd gotten to see a lovely futa biology teacher giving some 'after-class notes' to a cute nerdy student of hers that's likely going to saddle that student with nine months of extra credit work after the condom burst.

"Because," Valerie says indignantly, "this is one of the few schools remaining which still respects the immutable categories of male and female as they originally existed! True, St. Vivians has had to adapt with the times... not all of our students were born female... but we embody those essential categories in how we live out our lives. Even if you yourself don't believe in the divinity of humanity as a creation of god, surely you must realize that without firm boundaries and limits, we will no longer be human?"

"But..." you protest, "most scientists think that futas started appearing naturally. Nobody ever claimed credit for inventing them - er, us - in a lab. It took them hundreds of years after we first started showing up for technology to advance to the point that it was possible to recreate it artificially..."

"Never mind debates on history or theology," Ms. Glidden says, putting her hands on the desk and leaning close to your face. "It is a matter of dignity and... basic order! Look at what's become of the other once-great educational institution on St. Applegate, Oxwood Academy!"

"Oh, you mean the boys' junior college?" you nod, remembering seeing a fair few boys wearing 'OA' letter jackets wandering the halls, supposedly for the purpose of visiting their sisters, but more likely coming to St. Vivians to bang their girlfriends (and indeed, not long ago you'd seen the awkward spectacle of one young lad being caught by his sister when she assumed he was there to do the former, while he was actually doing the latter). "What about it?"

"A shadow of its former self," Valerie shakes her head sadly. "For the past 15 years they have a policy where 'identifying' as a man is all that is needed to attend. And now look what's become of it! Hundreds of girls cut their hair short and make a token effort of referring to themselves as boys... often, the very same ones whose applications to St. Vivians were rejected! They take slots and scholarships, and countless young men of this station are **** to settle for low-ranked and vice-ridden schools in other star systems! The proof could not be clearer - in that time, St. Vivians test scores have continued to climb like few other schools in the galaxy, while Oxwood's have stagnated and declined! The same will become of St. Vivians in just a few years if suddenly futas can attend!"

...ah ha ha. You have to struggle once again to suppress a fit of laughter. Naive Ms. Glidden here has no idea that the reason St. Vivians has such amazing test scores is because the girls here are cheating like crazy on their exams... which they can only get away doing en-masse because St. Vivians Academy has such a squeaky-clean, scandal-free reputation! That is probably having a bit more of an effect on the relative performance than cisgender girls who got into Oxwood with a loophole distracting their classmates (though there's probably more than a little hanky-panky going on there, too). Since you can't exactly reveal the cheating conspiracy, you choose to snark about the obvious instead:

"If getting into one of those schools is so important that they'd try to get in both, can't they just get a full-on sex change and come here to St. Vivian's? It's expensive, but nothing anybody here would have a hard time affording." Come to think of it, you recall, there is a suspiciously large number of girls in St. Vivians who have unisex or traditionally masculine names. A few of them might end up having your baby. 'Blake', 'Harper', 'Alex'...

You push that distractingly erotic thought aside and roll your eyes challengingly at Mrs. Glidden. "Why are you picking this hill to die on? Is a futa less of a 'girl' than a boy who has gotten a full sex change?"

Revving up your augmentations, you start pouring on the charm, calling on the neural interface program that helps you charm and seduce as naturally as you breathe. "I think it might be something else. I think maybe... you're not afraid of temptation for the students. You're afraid of temptation for the teachers."

Teasingly pulling back from Valerie's grip you lean back in your chair, putting your hands behind your head. "Full disclosure for your little recording toy: I've been seducing as many of your students as I could ever since I got here. You need to look up the forbidden fruit effect, because babe, that 'moral instruction' of yours is not working. I've been giving deep, hard... lessons, as you call them... to as many as nine co-eds in a single day. And I don't even live here!"

Valerie is starting to frown at you now. But you never were good at controlling yourself, so you keep going regardless of the risk. "Take Jessica, for example. Yes, I fuc- sorry, 'fornicated' her from behind. Yes, I had an absolutely depraved bet in mind when I fibbed about putting on a condom. And yes, I drank a specially formulated enhancer right before visiting your academy for the first time to make sure the first young woman who was down-to-fornicate got an absolutely massive load of cum inside her."

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Valerie breaks eye contact. "Captain, please...!"

But you hold up a finger: "Yes to all that, BUT, Miss Kellers was going to run into somebody like me sooner or later! Assuming it was even an accident. I wasn't even the only futa visiting your academy this week, I know that for a fact. That's a lot of chances for her to stumble into a sexy visitor, offer just-a-blowjob that turns into just-a-quick-fuck to make up for it, and end up with a stranger's sperm swarming her egg just like they are right now. And that was before you even gave me a visitor's pass, I didn't even have to step inside the building to get a chance to put a baby in one of the students you're supposedly protecting from vice. It's like entrapment."

Your foot moves forward to brush against her leg. "And it's all well and good to say it's a test... but why do only they get tested, and not you or your teaching staff? Well... the standard female teaching staff at least. I can tell you that the male professors are getting their morals tested quite a bit, and not doing well at resisting temptation. Remember Professor Hochmann's geeky teacher's pet, Narina? She might be shopping for maternity clothes in a few months too, and if she is, it won't be my baby. All I'll say is that her kid will have a talent for math on both sides of the family."

"Quite unwise of you to admit that you came here specifically to take advantage of my Academy while being recorded, Captain..." Valerie says, glancing at the cross-shaped device on her desk.

"Oh, but that's just the thing. I didn't plan on it when I came to the station. But a young woman in a cute little beret, skirt and sash came to my ship trying to offload some overpriced health food on me. She got flirty almost immediately, and before I knew it, she was bouncing on my lap right there in my own cockpit, totally unprotected, with nothing but a promise that I'd warn her so she could hop off in time. I'd been in space for two weeks so I think I may have blown the biggest load of my whole life in her cunt. She was trying to wash my sperm out in the bathroom for a good ten minutes, though I doubt it did her any more good than when Miss Kellers tried the same thing a short while later."

Eyes wide, Valerie is clearly hanging on your every word. Her bright red lips are now open and she's breathing heavily, as you continue teasing the eccentric administrator in front of you: "It's not every day that a barely-legal blonde teen with no contraceptive implant knocks on your door and jumps on your cock within five minutes of saying 'hello'. So naturally, I wondered where she came from, and imagine my delight when I realized the policies of your 'wholesome' school meant the girl who'd just rode my cock in a cutesy charity-organization outfit a few minutes after meeting me might be getting a visit from the stork in nine months. Believe it or not, I didn't have any kids of my own when I came to St. Applegate... that I knew about, anyway. So you entrapped me into sin, and introduced more futa DNA to your community's gene pool at the same time."

Valerie puts a hand up to her mouth to gasp as you continue: "You're tempting all these young women and everyone who visits knowing lots of them are going to fail, but keep yourself safe. Seems a little bit hypocritical to me. But I know a way you can-"

"You are at a crossroads, Amanda." Valerie says sternly, probably realizing you were moments away from propositioning her. "You must choose... between heaven, and hell. If you do the right thing, I can think of another way that you may serve as a test for those of moral weakness, in a way that I think would appeal to your... baser interests." she takes a small remote in her hand and points it at the holo screen, clicking a button.

It brings up a hologram of a slender, beautiful blonde with her hair in twin-tails, wearing a cheerleader outfit. The powder blue/white crop top and miniskirt aren't as skimpy as some, but they still show off a thin strip of midriff and invite the eyes to her long, shapely legs. The logo on the crop-top says "Angels", with a little halo over it, and she's giving the holocam a flirty smile. Valerie hits the button again and a procession of other achingly attractive young women in the same uniform flashes by, giving you a tempting close-up before shrinking to a thumbnail, until there are 30 in total.

"This is the cheerleading team for the Pomegranate Garden Angels, of Pomegranate Garden reform school.... a special institution for young ladies who have been held back a year or two in upper secondary education, for those whose families can pay... in particular, in the hopes they'll be accepted into St. Vivians after repeating their last one or two years for better grades. As it so happens, I am also on the board of Pomegranate Garden."

Valerie doesn't need sophisticated augmentations like you have to notice that you just had to uncross your legs awkwardly. She continues: "Unlike those accepted right into St. Vivians, the students at the reform school are far less virtuous, and the administration there often struggles to control them. Some would say, in fact, that they are not much reformed by the time they finish and that they only get accepted into St. Vivians afterwards with bribery and... favors to the staff. And as it so happens, Pomegranate Garden is currently in need of a new cheerleading coach since the current one is about to go on leave for the next year."

"You don't mean..." you say, honestly shocked that this is the direction Ms. Glidden is going.

"Yes!" she says, crawling halfway up onto the table and staring at you intently, her sizable breasts sliding over the polished wood and knocking the holo-recorder aside onto the floor. She reaches forward and puts a finger under your chin. "All you have to do... is tell me the truth, and make an official statement about which student is a futanari. I don't even need to know why you're protecting her - though I can certainly guess your motives are more venal, more.... carnal than doing so out of the kindness of your heart. "

'That's unfair', you think! ...Although, is it true that you didn't think AT ALL of how Jeanette might show her gratitude to you for taking this bullet for her? Or how funny it would be if she couldn't get a boner with that big cock of hers without it bumping up against her own pregnant belly? Maybe it's not so unfair.

"That doesn't matter!" Valerie says sharply. "I just need you to tell me who she is, so I can punish her properly!" There is an excited quiver in her voice as she says 'punish'. "In exchange, I'll see that you are hired to coach the 'Pomegranate Garden Angels' cheerleading team. Though I make no promises that you won't be removed if - or should I say, when - the cheer squad starts experiencing a rash of morning sickness. That should be plenty for you to win this sordid, sinful wager of yours. Do we have a deal?"

You can't stop yourself from glancing back at the screen. Honestly you'd been expecting the assistant dean to be calling security on you by no. Instead, this so-called pillar of virtue and morality is willing to offer you free reign to corrupt the morals of young women judged not good enough for her precious college, knowing full well what's likely to happen to many of them.

Oh, shit - thinking back on the official agreement Valerie got a peek at, one of the largest of the depraved bonuses is for knocking up more than half of a cheerleading team. In fact that's the biggest single bonus on the entire list - 200 points or something, you forgot exactly how much. Even if it doesn't end up being tripled, that's more than enough to defeat Claire.

But... ethics aside, you probably don't want to be around when the assistant dean realizes just how many flirty schoolgirls failed their moral tests this past week (when many instances of a different kind of 'test' come back positive).

Also, as a matter of pride, you now consider it your divine mission to add the passionate, repressed MILF sitting across from you to your list. Claire can wait - it's this lady who needs a lesson in humility.

"Hold on.." you say. "Let me check something... Ah! Perfect timing." a smile like a cat that's just caught its prey spreads across your lips. You'll have to time this just right for the proper effect. "Before I say yes or no... I'm wondering, Ms. Glidden, what happened to that horny security guard, Patrice? Wasn't she supposed to be on her way here to escort me out? Shouldn't you give her a call?"