Your 'educational historical re-enactment' is a hit with the students (one in particular) but not so much with the professor

Four weeks ago

The re-created military uniform you got spun-up flatters your gorgeous figure nicely. It's really just some disposable crap that you printed on a nano-loom... the sort of disposable clothing that would be falling apart within weeks if you tried to add it to your wardrobe. But it flatters you nicely... and the miniskirt in particular is cut to call attention to when you get excited.

It was a little expensive, especially since you've already been splurging on this station. Fortunately you got a geeky young male graphics design student to do all the rendered graphics and backgrounds in exchange for a fuck... a good eight hours of work for pleasure that he couldn't make last for 10 minutes. And he'd even pulled out at the end and came on your back, saying he didn't want to worry about irresponsibly making a kid from a one-time fling. If only he'd known the half of it.

Of course, far more important to this whimsical project of yours than the wardrobe or graphics is the co-star. There's no shortage of prostitutes on this traveler-friendly station, but most women don't want to appear in a porn holo and risk being embarrassed by it 50 years down the line when they've become a corporate executive or something. But in this case, you were lucky enough to meet up with Natasha. She was one of the most experienced call girls on this station... most women earn some money for a few years and then burn out or move on to better things, but not her. You had the pleasure of being one of her first customers fifteen years ago right after she turned 18 and have hired her again at least once a year ever since. Not only is she naturally stunning and sexy, but, like many people from her home planet, she is a nanophobe and refuses to have any such things inside her. It's unfortunate for her, in that the anti-aging treatments she has to use, performed with retroviral cocktails and macroscopic robots, are a lot more expensive and invasive. But it's ideal for you, because she relies on old-fashioned rubbers for birth control.

It took a little convincing before Natasha agreed to a scene without protection, since you insisted that it was all about 'authenticity'. But you could tell that you were getting her excited by discussing it. Knowing that she would probably suggest a 'safe day' to shoot on, you intentionally took a "emergency short-haul delivery" to bump it back by ten days. You even had to up her pay to make up for it. But now, as the two of you are on the green-screen set, you feel it was all worthwhile.

From out of the "fighting position" in front of you emerges a tall raven-haired beauty with long silky hair and high cheekbones. Her full, plump lips are in a smirk as she drops a toy antique **** rifle on the ground next to her and raises her hands, which helps show off her toned abdomen. The lightly tanned skin of her sexy midriff is left totally exposed by the black pleather hot pants and military-fetish leather jacket she wears; the latter has full sleeves but is incredibly brief to the point that you can see an inch of tantalizing underboob from her enticing D-cups. Along with "combat boots" (that include stiletto heels) her look is completed by a red beret.

"You should feel ashamed of yourself, commander." You say in an authoritative voice. "Your ruthless army has ravaged this world and its civilian population for more than a year, and from what my subordinates tell me, the male soldiers of your personal unit were responsible for dozens of women being **** from their homes and... 'taken'."

"Commander" Natasha runs her hands sensuously down her body. "What do you mean by 'taken'? Be specific if you're going to throw accusations around."

You blush. "Every woman and girl between the ages of 18 and 40 from the entire city being put into a brothel and used by your Federation's brutish soldiers to 'raise their morale' and to demoralize our planet's heroic defenders... sending them messages across open frequences bragging how even if the Federation can't hold this region, their superior genes will have already conquered this land forever. Out of the thousands we liberated, more than half were pregnant, and half of those who remained were nursing. It seems like those brutes under your command were more interested in **** than fighting, as you can see now that you've lost."

You fold your hands under your chest. "And this with an army with so many women in the ranks, including in command... how could you stand idly by while such atrocities were taking place?"

Natasha laughs in an arrogant caricature of the evil woman she is meant to be playing. "Who says we were idle, Major Amelia? A lot of the girls in my regiment were visiting civilian homes every night... the weak, pusillanimous Saggitarian men who were begging for the release of their mothers, sisters and daughters turned out to be quite satisfied with the 'release' my girls gave them instead. But I preferred to take a more active hand... many of those civilian sluts were made useful at giving my dirtiest parts a tongue bath while a manly Kosmos soldier filled her with his superior cum."

"You... how dare you say such things, even now?" You say indignantly. But then you look down theatrically and notice the prominent bulge that has developed in your miniskirt. You then close your eyes and look away as if the erection is abhorrent to you. "You inhuman scum! Even the alien urquaz were not so callous! To hell with high command and waiting for the interstellar union of planets to bring in courts... I am going to give the order to have every man under your command put to a hasty drumhead trial, with swift summary judgment!"

Displaying the sort of unsubtle acting you'd expect from a prostitute turned amateur porn actress, Natasha gasps theatrically and looks away as if she is about to swoon. "You'd really dare to go so far while still claiming moral superiority? You Sagittarians... nothing but puppets and hypocrites." She then looks at you and does a clumsy 'double take'.

"Oh, but what's this?" Natasha walks closer. You draw the toy gun holstered at your side and half-raise it, but she doesn't stop her sexy, hip-swaying walk until she is close enough to reach down and touch the hard bulge popping up and pressing so hard against the front of your miniskirt that the crease of your glans is clearly visible.

"Naughty naughty, Major. Did the thought of all those sluts being ravished by real men turn you on? Perhaps you're jealous? But of which, I wonder? The civilians or the horny soldiers taking advantage of them? I think it may be the latter." she says in a sensuous purr.

"Back up... back up, prisoner. If you make a grab for my sidearm I won't hesitate to pump every round in the magazine into your stomach." you say. Both you and Natasha are clearly struggling to keep a straight face with such a corny line, but it works as a kind of method acting making you seem nervous. "Um... that came out wrong." you say.

"No, I don't think it did. I think I'm going to have to test you on that." Natasha says, half turning and giving her firm, shapely ass a one-handed spank. "I know that with the ceasefire signed, representatives from the IUP will be arriving soon. Which means, for the sake of my troops, I and the other female soldiers under my command will have to keep you too busy to organize any victor's justice over the next week or two. And you just told me exactly how. There are almost no futanari in Kosmos space, you know. They are considered freaks and outcasts with no place in our glorious motherland. But that only makes me more curious." All the while she's talking, her hand is rubbing the bulging front of your miniskirt aggressively.

Soon it goes beyond talking and her hand is yanking down the zipper on your hip, dropping your miniskirt and revealing your cock pressing hard against the inadequate pair of panties, straining and looking like they are ready to rip, with a damp spot of pre-cum already leaking through the center. Getting down on her knees, Natasha aggressively tears them off with her teeth.

"I shouldn't do this." you muse to yourself, biting your lip in lust. "This is supposed to be a surrender. And I am supposed to be a good example of how futas can serve competently in leadership without getting distracted by lustful thoughts."

"And so you have. Over the past three months you've fucked my regiment into the ground. Now why not go on with the commander and enjoy your spoils?" Natasha says with a wink before taking your cock in her hands. Experienced though she is, she has no trouble at all sliding the shaft past her lips and past the back of her throat, taking the aching length all the way into the slimy embrace of her gullet. The hologram goes close up to show her dextrous hands teasing your labial lips and squeezing your ass cheek as she bobs up and down on your shaft, leaving smudges of lip gloss along the length and slurping noisily.

"My career... my value as a symbol to my people... not to mention my marriage. I'd be throwing them all away." you say, making an absurdly melodramatic pose for the camera - swooning with the back of your hand resting against your forehead. "But... the victims of this evil war... the dead, the living, and those yet unborn, are calling out to me for justice, against you and all those other cruel she-devils!" you dramatically jerk yourself, aiming right at Natasha. As you advance towards her, that raging hard-on leading the way, she falters and takes a step back.

"What, getting second thoughts, Commander? After all that you just said? Just like expressing regret a year after invading, it's far too late for that." You wrap one arm around her waist and **** her to bend over, then yank down her pleather hot pants. "Just like before, you've left your **** rear area exposed!"

After a short cut in the footage (which you'd been using to get some lube), the perspective of the holo zooms in to show your cock grinding against her ass cheeks. It slips over Natasha's pussy and tickles her pubic stubble... but rather than sliding into her immediately, it makes her gasp in shock as it pushes against her puckered asshole. That star-shaped portal clenches up but you keep up steady pressure, and soon the 'evil commander Natasha's halfhearted resistance gives way.

"Ah! Stop that! Major, this wasn't what I agreed to!" despite her shocked look Natasha is gyrating her hips and moaning softly. She even takes her fingers and starts playing with herself as your cock explores her rear entryway. The tightness is quite different from what you're used to, but Natasha (the actress) is an experienced working girl, after all, so she knows how to help make it enjoyable for both you and her. "Hey!" you jerk her hand away from her pussy, forcing her to fall to her knees in front of you, balancing on one hand. "You're under my jurisdiction! Did I give you permission to finger yourself?!"

"Unnnh! This is... cruel and unusual punishment! After I was fantasizing about that big cock going deep in my cunt, it ended up like this!" Natasha wails as you continue to pummel her ass, enjoying the feel of her soft, cushiony backside getting squeezed against your hips each time you go deep and stretch her out. "Not letting me even flick myself off... that's the definition of ****, Major!"

"Damn. I suppose you're right." you say, pulling your hard dick out of her rear passage after a few minutes. You make a big show of grabbing a nearby tricolored Kosmos Federation flag and thoroughly wiping the gunge off of your shaft. Then you roughly grab Natasha by one leg and flip her over, making her roll onto her back and causing her beret to finally fall off. "I'll just have to enjoy this more than you can!"

You spread her lightly tanned legs wide. Natasha rests her booted feet on your shoulders. With a lunge forward, you let out an over-acted shout. "Hee-yah! Take that!" Natasha's eyes flutter and her head lolls in pleasure as her pussy at last gets the thick sausage it was craving. You lean over her heavily, bending her legs back so the camera can see all your equipment of both varieties... as well as Natasha's crinkled pussy lips being stretched wide around your tool. Whereas before your cock was driving its way into her asshole and your balls were slapping against her cunt lips, now the situation is reversed.

(You'd thought about inserting a line of dialogue comparing that to the reversal of fortunes of war, but it came out awkward, so you cut it).

"Will you subit to my Saggitarian cock?" you shout at Natasha as your larger breasts get squeezed between her thighs. If there was one mistake you made in this costuming, it's that Natasha's pleather top is too tight for her lovely tits to bounce very much with your movements. "Maybe you'll testify against the monsters under your command and help condemn them! If you do I'll visit your cell every day! Twice on weekends!" you shout.

"Never! My pussy may be getting filled by the massive futa cock of a Saggi pig, but I'll never give up my honor or my loyalty! I love this, but I love my home planet more! Do your worst! Now that my people have a foothold here we will hang onto it until it's ours!" Natasha moans in a ragged voice. Her acting is a lot more convincing than yours, but there's only so much she can do with such cheesy dialogue, and she's visibly struggling not to laugh.

You pause for a minute. "That may be true... The cowards in the IUP may decide to look the other way and let you barbarians keep the land you've taken." Your cock is most of the way out of Natasha, with only the head barely within her twat.

"...but you've forgotten one thing, Commander." you say. "Your electronic warfare weakness has undone you once again." you reach down and give both of her breasts a firm squeeze.

"What are you talking about?" she asks, still proud and defiant despite being rolled onto her back by a dominant lover.

"Just to make sure you treacherous barbarians don't try any more perfidy, we hit this entire camp with an ultra-high-intensity EMP before accepting your surrender."

"What?!" Natasha gasps. "You shot at surrendering troops?"

You roughly squeeze one of her tits until she yelps. "You're still here, aren't you? Just your electronics. But with blasts that intense, even the smallest devices and implants will be shorted out completely. Such as your contraceptive implants, for example.

Natasha gasps melodramatically. "It can't be! You mean... my proud Federation womb is completely unprotected against a Sagittarian pig's sperm?"

Your response is to violently throw your hips forward, going balls deep in Natasha and rolling her back until her weight is on her shoulders, grabbing her gorgeous ass with both hands and starting to pump. "That's right! You and tens of thousands of other heartless invader women! This will be my greatest strategy of all... the mating press!" the sound of skin slapping grows as loud as Natasha's frantic moans.

"Oh shit! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Natasha groans deeply as you grind intensely against her clit. That last bit wasn't part of the dialogue script but improvisation is always a good thing. "Please, show us the mercy we didn't to you! Pull out before...!"

"Your glorious leader had a chance to 'pull out' six years ago!" you chastise her with a hard spank on the ass and start thrusting faster, your voice getting erratic. "If we can't overcome your evil empire at the negotiating table, we will fight you on the genetic level! You're going to give birth to a child of the planet you hate! Whether from helpless civilians or our brave soldiers, in a few generations no one will remember the children born after this war had anything to do with you people!"

"Oh glorious leader! Forgive me!" Natasha pants, "I can't help myself... I want this futanari freak of nature from an inferior planet to knock me up! Forgive me!"

With a sensual moan, you stop fighting the inevitable and fire off a thick stream of cum deep inside Natasha.. with the forceful thrusts of your mating press the white goo starts leaking out around the edges of your shaft before you even pull your spent cock out of her. "Ah... there we go! My biggest deployment ever! Twenty million proud troops sent deep into enemy territory! It will be a struggle, but I'm confident enough of you will reach the objective to do your job."

As Natasha fingers herself, pulling out globs of sticky cum from her twat (and clearly struggling not to giggle at your ridiculous embellishments), you look down and give a stern military salute to the stream of jizz leaking out of her. "Give her hell, girls."

Even though this is just a 'historical re-enactment', you feel proud knowing that you weren't lying - Natasha's womb really is just as **** as the character she was playing. And thanks to your new enhancements, you're confident that victory is certain.

.....

After that there is still another 10 minuter so to go. You decided that you'd go ahead and throw in the scene of the dork who helped you with costuming fucking your pussy from behind, since it sort of fits with the historical record. Since the sex with him was much less impressive than your performance with Natasha, the voice over explained that the truth of what had happened in the aftermath of that ceasefire came out a year later, by which time over 80% of the captured female troops under Major Amelia's jurisdiction (some 25,000) were either pregnant or had already given birth. Unfortunately this gave bad actors a chance to draw a moral equivalency and hundreds of thousands of guilty men got off with a slap on the wrist as a result.

To say it was personally disastrous for Major Amelia was an understatement. Having become a national hero, she'd just been elected to the planetary senate and married the president's son. She was pregnant with the president's granddaughter (which would be your great etc. grandmother) when interstellar media showed the dramatic scene of over two dozen exonerated female war criminals, including Commander Natasha, showed up to the former Major's commencement speech holding all of the aforementioned granddaughter's half-siblings swaddled in their arms.

Even though the interstellar community condemned her, the people of her home nation rallied around Major Amelia defiantly, and she maintained her high placement - her descendants continue to be a powerful political dynasty even today. That is to say, the descendents of the one child she gave birth to. The 30-odd children who she'd made someone else give birth to were shunned by their mothers' homeworld, but Sagittarians gave them a home (and many were deluged with marriage offers when they grew up). Unfortunately, the fact that Major Amelia's two sons turned out to be a despicable and notorious pair of crime bosses with heavy involvement in the sex trade, which was partly to blame for causing her reputation to worsen considerably in the years after her ****; modern Sagittarians consider their lionization of her something of an old shame.

It is interesting to note, though, that the 'popularity' of her daughters and the shamelessness of those two notorious sons contributed to Major Amelia holding, at one point, the galactic record for largest known number of living grandchildren for a period of 11 years, with a grand total of 318 at their peak. As it turned out, the Major's two eldest sons, born to Commander Natasha and her executive officer, were responsible for about a third of that on their own. One of her daughters expressed as a futa, and had similar philandering ways, sowing another 30 and, in the process, creating a scandal that brought down the prestigious military academy she taught at. And when Major Amelia's husband had finally gotten tired of the spotlight and moved on after long years, she proved to be quite the "silver fox" in her later years, resulting in another half a dozen daughters about the same age as her oldest great-grandkids, thereby stopping others from catching up to her record when they had families of their own. Of course, this was all horribly scandalous and sometimes appears as a minor holonet meme for shock value even today.

Funnily, you think to yourself as the holo ends that you didn't even know that your distant ancestor was chasing a scandalous high score herself until after you'd already started down your dark path and begun your bet with Claire. It's almost enough to make you believe in reincarnation or something.

If you can see me up there, great-great-whatever grandma, you think to yourself, I hope you're proud watching me doing a thing like scamming my way into a prestigious women's college and pumping fertile loads into every flirty spoiled brat who gives me a chance~ I'm gonna beat your score easily, and with less collateral damage! Although... probably not your pregnancy assist score. 20 thousand? I'm not topping that anytime soon...

Back in the present

The entire classroom is in a mood of complete stunned silence. You look over and see Mrs. Hochmann's face is a mask of complete and utter horror. But she isn't just looking at you, or the holo. She is looking at the purple-haired assistant dean, who walked in to the lecture hall partway through, and is watching with an impassive look on her face.

"Mrs. Glidden!" Mrs. Hochmann's lip is trembling, and her half-moon style glasses slip off her nose, only avoiding hitting the floor because she wears them on a chain. "This is... I had no idea. This horrible futanari-"

"Yes." Mrs. Glidden says softly. "Truly a despicable showing." she nods solemnly. "Captain Taffers? I had no idea that you were a filmmaker or an academic. That was a very powerful performance."

"She tricked-" Mrs. Hochmann's voice trails off into a croak as she freezes up. "...what?"

"Look at this lecture hall!" Mrs. Glidden says, pointing around. Row upon row of schoolgirls are staring with rapt attention... some at the conversation, and some at you. You can see more than a couple of them are 'subtly' rubbing their legs together or intentionally sitting on the edges of their seats.

"I am really proud of you young ladies." Mrs. Glidden says sincerely. "Watching such a dark chapter of history so unflinchingly. And demonstrated so..." she raises a fist for emphasis, "...vividly. So many times I have seen you girls slouching or not paying attention. I knew that was just a natural side effect of the dislocation of starting college, or getting back from your vacation. I appreciate you treating this grave subject matter with the maturity it demands. I didn't see ONE single portable device glowing during the holo. Let's all give a hand to Professor Hochmann for finding such a distinguished guest to share her personal story!"

Many of the girls start obediently applauding, though some are clearly in disbelief and start giggling or gossiping excitably.

"And a hand to Captain Taffers!" Mrs. Glidden walks over. You are still a little stunned yourself, but she mistakes your nervous grin for pride as she shakes your hand. "I must say, I think it was particularly courageous of you to insert that subtle pro-life language, about 'justice for the children unborn'. I know that that kind of talk is deeply unpopular on a lot of so-called 'open minded' colonies. "

"Not to mention such a..." you can see an excited flush rising in the attractive assistant dean's face, "raw, shocking demonstration of the danger that the libido of a futanari unmoored from any eternal moral standards can do to an entire nation. You are a credit to your sex, Captain Taffers."

Normally you'd be inclined to take offense to that as incredibly condescending... with an exception for when it's coming from the mouth of someone you want to fuck. An exception which Mrs. Glidden very much fits into.

"Wait, assistant dean! With all due respect!" Professor Hochmann puts her glasses back on, "I'm not sure I entirely agree! That was CLEARLY un-simulated hardcore pornography!" There are a few outraged-looking students nodding their heads in agreement with her. You raise an eyebrow - you're pretty sure you saw at least two of those girls sharing their professor's indignation fucking their male teachers for grades and favors. Well, in Narina's case, just general sluttiness. Either way, what hypocrites!

Mrs. Glidden waves away the concern though. "Indecency is all about the context. I know indecency when I see it, Professor Hochmann. The academy has entrusted me with that responsibility. And that," she points to the holoprojector, "was not it. I have to be moving along now, but once again, thank you for your contribution to St. Vivians, Captain Taffers. I think that was as good a way to show your support as any monetary donation. I can't speak for the admissions board but I think it's very likely there will be a place for your daughter at St. Vivians, when the time comes."

You smirk. If only she knew how right she was. Depending on how you define these things, you've already got at least a few daughters with 'a place at St. Vivians', with more being conceived every day. "Ahem," Mrs. Glidden leans close and whispers. "Captain... to be clear - you DID make that re-enactment with a consistent life ethic, didn't you?"

"A what?" you say. Then your brain turns a few gears and you remember seeing that phrase on the academy's holonet page plastered all over the place. "Ah, yes, of course! My co-star wasn't on contraceptives of any kind. So I gave your students a bonus reproductive biology lesson, too."

"Mmmmmm!" Mrs. Glidden clearly shudders a little and is clearly biting down on a moan. Her long eyelashes flutter. "That's... of course. I would expect no less. I have to... go... urgen business in my office. Thank you again." She is keeping her legs very close together and rubbing her thighs as she walks back out into the halls.

Professor Hochmann glares hatefully at you. At least a dozen of her students, meanwhile, are giving you flirty glances. A few of them are making the 'call me' gesture with their hands. "Oh," you say, "let me throw my contact details up on the whiteboard, Professor. In case any of your students have questions about the presentation.

"Uh, wow," a nerdy freckled girl with braces and thick round glasses speaks up a little. "I just realized... an EMP that powerful would cause artificial hearts and other replacement organs to shut down too, wouldn't it? Doesn't that make the officer in that film a war criminal too? Aside from all the, uh, baby-making stuff which is kind of questionable too. Professor, can we have a discussion about wartime ethics for the last few minutes?"

A girl near her snickers and whispers loudly to her friends. "Pffffft. Yeah right. I think I'd rather have a discussion about if all futas are that well-hung. Hey, Britney, isn't your mom a futa? Is she bigger than your dad?"

"Ewwwww!" the bubble blonde sitting next to her makes a face. "I don't wanna think about my mom's dick, you perv! OR my dad's!"

You are smiling quite proudly at hearing all the messy gossip you've kicked off as you walk out of the classroom. At this point, you don't think you'll even NEED the test answer keys anymore - you expect you'll have more groupies than you can handle, today. Sure enough, your first couple of flirty messages start coming in before the class even ends.

This'll be your final day with access to the academy during class hours and you intend to make it count. Your only regret is that it looks like Professor Hochmann doesn't have a very warm impression of you at all. But even if you can't win her over, you'll likely have barely enough cum to go around for all your new admirers, as is. Now... what to do with these test keys?