Epilogue A - You get Amanda to tell you how she managed to get within one point of victory.

While you might have expected the next few days to be a non-stop frenzy of bedroom action, it actually tapers off almost immediately. As Amanda says - "We've got to pace ourselves and keep things fresh. I don't want taking that big, glorious cock of yours inside me to ever become routine. We also need to plan out our future together - even the not-so-fun parts. Besides, we should save up plenty of energy, not to mention hot fertile cum, for our honeymoon vacation to Neo Venice."

At first, that seems like an unusually safe, middle-class, family-friendly destination - the main city on the planet formerly known as Mars, now terraformed into an oceanic paradise. You'd always heard it was a boring tourist trap. But you start to realize the appeal when you read up and discover that Neo-Venice is also known for its gondolier tour-guides known as 'undines'... who all happen to be pretty young women, who also have a reputation for providing services above and beyond what one would expect from a tour guide.

Since you won the contest after all, Amanda has decided you should be the one to pick out your 'tour guides'. Looking at the pictures of those lovely girls in their pure white dresses is a thrill, knowing that whoever you pick will probably be needing to file paperwork for maternity leave a few months after your visit.

A year ago, that might've been a step too far for you. But little by little, even when she was lightyears away, Amanda had brought you down to the dark side with her. Just a few months ago, those red-haired twins who'd hitched a ride on your ship to attend a music concert had given birth to another generation of twin sisters after you neglected to mention that their birth control implants wouldn't be enough. And then before you knew it... you were pregnant with your own kid. And that slippery slope led to you to do the sort of things that'd get you jailed or worse on many planets - impregnating your own mother, your sister, and, in a truly epic act of depravity, your own daughter.

Somehow you know that this path is going to catch up with you eventually. But just stopping now, after you and Amanda brought out such outrageous fantasies in each other, feels ridiculous. After all that you already did, what's a few more bastards with some cute tour guides moonlighting as sex workers?

In fact, it strikes you as a little unfair sometimes that you have to worry about the illicit inbreeding videos May Azure cajoled you into starring in blowing up into a scandal. Ethically, Amanda has behaved far worse over the last couple years than you did. As of just a few days ago, the much-overworked proverbial stork delivered the 100th child fathered by Amanda into the world. And there are approximately three dozen more women still carrying Amanda's progeny inside them... some ready to pop any day now, others not yet starting to show, and every stage in between.

You have a fair few of your own who'll be joining them. But although the women who'll be facing a due date on your account in the coming months were mostly urban professionals and spacers you picked up in bars, about two thirds of the group still pregnant with Amanda's kids were amateur porn actresses. In fact, looking at the statistics, over 65% of all the women Amanda had made into mothers were porn performers, strippers, prostitutes, or some other variety of sex worker. And almost 50% the women Amanda knocked up were college students (there being considerable overlap between those two categories).

When you tried to tease Amanda about the kind of shameless cradle-robbing she'd been engaging in in her pursuit of victory, she'd bent you over and given you a good fucking while saying "And who cuckolded more wives and husbands? Which one of us made a grandkid with her own daughter before she could even enroll in a college, Claire? You dirty slut!"

Which was not an undesired outcome. After one such session, you're laying in bed, watching Amanda's hiked-up ass and cum-dribbling cunt with satisfaction as her own jizz leaks out of you and stains the mattress. Amanda is looking through the list of tour guides you're booking for the honeymoon. "Oooh... dibs on the pink-haired one with the long side-tails. I love making ones with innocent-looking smiles melt in my hands until they beg me to fuck them harder."

You giggle. "Shouldn't you show a little restraint and let me catch up a little? I hope you're not expecting me to help deal with all the paternity suits down the line, after I beat you anyway."

"Mmmm.... that you did. Barely. Despite having way more powerful nanotech." Amanda murmurs confidently.

You cuddle up with her, wrapping your hands around her tits and spooning with her in the sheets. "I was wondering about that, actually. I seriously didn't think you'd come anywhere close to beating me after May Azure herself inaugurated her retirement from her executive position with the announcement that she'd just delivered triplets after having a careless fling with a traveling spacer. That was 450 points, just from her alone! And with all the other bonuses... like both of our moms. And Debbie Munroe. And... et cetera. How in the universe did you get the score so close? I know you were responsible for more pregnancies than me but you would've needed like a hundred more for it to be so close. Like you complained about yesterday - it doesn't matter that you scored three hundred and eighty some 'pregnancy assists', those weren't part of the terms we agreed on."

"Hmhmhm." Amanda chuckles slyly. "Just because I didn't blindly stumble into some absurdly wealthy corporate backer-"

"Oh, you didn't? And who was it who loaned you out like a million credits to start a porn studio?" you give her tummy a light slap.

"Grrr... Belinda and Caitlyn are wealthy, but they're not 'absurdly' wealthy! There's a difference! Anyway..." Amanda continues, her hair glittering as it's splayed over the bedspread, "just because I didn't run into someone of Miss Corpo Princess's caliber doesn't mean I wasn't able to score some bonuses, and they were just as deliciously disreputable as yours, babe."

"Damn - it's been so long now, and I was so drunk at the time, I still can't remember all the possibilities listed in that bet, except that there were a lot. Like fifty special bonuses or something. You spent way too long thinking about that stuff... if you'd been a little less creative, I probably would've won."

"If *I* had been a little less creative? Hah!" Amanda suddenly springs into action and rolls you over in the bed, perching on top of you. "We had a long night at that bar and you were pretty creative yourself. As it so happens, the only reason I was able to get so close to winning is because of some bonus conditions YOU suggested, Claire!"

"Mmm, I'm dying to know some more details." you giggle, kissing her on the chin. "You've been cagey so far. Worryingly so. After you know what I did with my family... our families... our family?... what do you have to feel nervous about admitting to me? Wondering is making ME nervous. On the one hand I feel like you couldn't have done anything truly horrible without violating the terms and forfeiting the contest, but..."

"Ahhh~" Amanda guides your hand to her cock, stirring to life again. "I was just waiting for you to drag it out of me. It makes me horny when you get offended, Claire. This'll help get me ready for round two. Hmhmhm.... where should I begin? Oh, I never told you about St. Vivians' Academy yet, did I?"

"Saint...?" you blink. Now that you think about it, you recall that an overall majority of Amanda's illegitimate brood were concentrated on just two colonies. One of them had been Alseid, which you knew was the planet Amanda's porn studio had been based on. But the (barely) smaller of the two had been called 'Saint-something'. "Wait a second... 'Academy'? I hope that's not as bad as it sounds."

"It was a religious girls-only junior college." Amanda says. "Is that as bad as it sounded? I will confess.... heehee heee hee!"

"What's so funny?" you raise your eyebrow.

"Nothing, just the word 'confess'... Anyway, I admit I wasn't exactly conducting myself honorably during my visit there, but you saw me stealthing that chick we hired to share right before you agreed to the bet, so you already knew the kind of things I'd resort to."

Surprising yourself, you make the wicked joke that occurs to you: "Let me guess, a lot of those co-eds ended up getting a hands-on lesson in reproductive biology?"

"Mmm, guilty as charged." Amanda looks in your eyes and her eyes sparkle wickedly. "The next year after I visited for the first time, the whole station had to alter its official holonet page, and change from bragging about having 'the lowest teen pregnancy rate in the sector' to 'the lowest underage pregnancy rate in the sector'. You know how lawyers love to sue over any little technicality."

"Augh!" your face flushes and you feel the same flash of indignant anger that you did when Amanda had shown you some of her dishonest antics in the porn industry. "You're just awful! Call me a hypocrite if you want for saying so, but it's true!" somehow, that indignation keeps getting sublimated into lust and excitement, whether you want it to or not.

Unfortunately, Amanda's hand can feel just how excited her depravity is making you. "Oooh, what's this? Some part of you is thinking about visiting St. Vivian's too. I got banned for life from it after visiting for just a week, but that doesn't mean you can't have a visit."

You can't stop yourself from fantasizing about it for a moment. Suddenly you realize why Amanda only made two schoolgirl-themed porn holos, and only appeared very much in one of them: she'd gotten her fill of the real thing.

"Wait a second..." you say, blinking. "All of those names from 'Saint Applegate' couldn't have been from just a single week. Were you able to just message any girl you saw to come out to your ship and fuck, no questions asked? If you didn't have nanotech to make your seed stick every time you fired off a load, you must've been with, void - a hundred and fifty? Two hundred? How did you have enough hours in the day?"

Amanda makes a silly, smug smirk and says nothing, looking into your eyes expectantly.

"Oh. Ohh." you say after a moment. "You said 'the FIRST time' you visited. But I thought you got banned from the academy after the first time?"

"Finally you caught on." Amanda says, clicking her tongue and giving your butt a squeeze. "Only about half my kids on St. Applegate will be getting admissions preferences to the exclusive St. Vivians for their mother being an alumni. But most of the other half will get an admissions preference to another, slightly less exclusive institution. You know, if I'd been a little smarter and a little more evil, I would've almost definitely won by snagging the 500% points bonus for impregnating an entire squad's worth of cheerleaders." She sighs wistfully. "I was kind of hoping I'd score that one anyway, but apparently the lawyers at Platinum Star decided that porn actresses in cheerleader outfits didn't count."

"Hmmm, I do remember you released like five cheerleader-themed holos in rapid succession about 9 months ago, when I was re-connecting with my mom and sister, and daughter." you say. "Judging by how many you sent me images of with baby bumps later, those films still gave your total quite a boost. But as much as I'm enjoying talking about this... it doesn't answer my question. What huge bonus did you manage that compensated for all the points I got from May and Debbie?"

"Ah..." Amanda licks her lips sensuously. You know that wicked look on her face. "Even though I missed out on getting to coach the cheerleading team at the reform school built to rehabilitate naughty, delinquent girls to make them worthy of admission to St. Vivians, just when I was running out of prospective co-stars to appear in the adult holos I was producing, after one of the last scenes I starred in, my trusty computer informed me that I was 1/12th of the way to another bonus with a multiplier almost as high as the cheerleader one and I decided to risk a return trip to St. Applegate..."