Got Exceptionally Drunk and Made a Life Changing Bet

Captain Amanda leans back in the booth seat a broad smile on her face before shaking her head in disbelief before reaching into her neck as she momentarily relives the night's events from her mind's eye. You watch patiently growing increasingly nervous about what had happened. Normally a simple summary of the debauched event over some drinks would have done the job, but something must have happened that requires you to see it to believe it. Finally, the Red-haired captain closes her vibrant verdant eyes for a moment while reaching back into her collar and extracting a small spike-like device.

"A Memory spike, just how nervous should I be?" You ask nervously while Amanda slides the device across the table.

"Have a watch and you tell me," Amanda replies with a mischievous grin.

Unsure if your friend and fellow Captain was being serious or partaking in the age-old tradition from ancient Sol system know as 'Fucking with you', you cautiously take the memory spike and slot it into your wrist terminal. You feel the chill run through your body as the memories are digitised and sent to your brain to allow you to see that fateful night from Amanda's perspective.

Mind Spikes are unpleasant but efficient tech that most tended to avoid if they could, your mind could take in information quickly but it always had some issues parsing something that isn't yours into your own mind. Which was why you felt an uneasy lurch in your entire body when you see yourself smiling back at you. Thankfully the sensation passes quickly and you start to focus on the memories.

You watch yourself and Amanda slamming back enjoying drinks, nothing unusual there so you begin to skip through the memory. When you next slow the memory down you watch as Amanda and your past self share a companion between each other, again nothing too unusual. You watch your past self lose the coin toss to see who got head and tail and of the fine buxom beauty you had between you both. You listen in to Amanda trying to coax the escort into letting her fuck bareback, but she wasn't having any of it. She forces Amanda to use the condoms she has, a sense of distrust in the escorts tone. Amanda replying she has no problem but says she won't take responsibility if it breaks. Although you recognise the brand and know just how durable and tamper-proof they are.

You then watch with intrigue as Amanda starts to fuck the escort, she keeps looking down and focusing on the thin membrane wrapped around her cock. Then you watch Amanda glance up at your past self while you were enjoying the escorts mouth. You see your past self mouth something back, a look of disbelief on your face, but then without looking down, Amanda's hands start fiddling with something.

You register the motion of moment from the memory, but find yourself equally as surprised as your past self when Amanda holds up the condom. She glances down at the rear end of the escort, her big thick shaft plunging into the rented pussy without anything between them. The memory plays on until both your past self and Amanda cum in quick succession. The escort looking more than a little worried as she pulls herself off Amanda's cock and feels the red-heads thick sticky seed slowly leak out. You hear Amanda joke about how the condom must have been faulty and wishing her luck if her seed sticks.

You watch yourself walk out with Amanda, you asking Amanda how she managed it and why she wanted to. Amanda replies that she really gets a kick out of pregnancy risk, especially when its someone else taking that risk for her. The memory plays out and you're in a bar, the two of you are discussing kinks and fantasies now and Amanda hits on your risk-taking traits. You hear your past self making a joke about how you like to play games and gamble as much as the next person. You also admit that you did get a passive thrill with what Amanda did. This conversation leads to what would lead to your memory loss.

It starts with a bottle of the strongest spirit the place you had found had, your past self and Amanda daring one and other to drink more and more of it. When the bottle arrives at the table it's in the shape of a human skull and the liquid looks like magma rolling around inside the skull bottle. The bet was simple, the loser has to pay for the bottle, which given that you have no memory of these events and Amanda's does, you quickly conclude that you won this bet. You skip through the memory, practically wincing with each shot you see your past self down.

Sure enough, you see your past self taking your win with modesty and good grace as your past self climbs the table and begins pelvic thrusting at Amanda. You then hear yourself throw a good measure of insults at Amanda and heaping piles of self-praise on yourself. You begin to wonder if this was what you had to witness, just how shitty a winner you could be when drunk.

Clearly, Amanda fed up by this display from her own friend's showboating, challenges your past self to put your money where your mouth is by challenging you to a competition of her choosing, something she was good at. Your past self being drunk and obnoxious happily accepts and with a sudden lurch, you realise that this must be what you needed to see to believe.

The terms of the bet were In two years the Captain that had impregnated the more women would win the other Captains ship and the loser would have to serve as a long haul companion for the winner for 5 years. Each successful impregnation was worth one point, with bonus points if they carry it to term. There was also a long list of scenarios which would be worth bonus points. Both Captains would be allowed to use any gene mods to help give them the edge, in fact, the only rules were they had was not being allowed to **** themselves on anyone, and sperm banks were banned.

Your wrist Terminal would be given a program to track the medical profile of anyone you slept with, which would monitor the points. Given it was almost impossible to escape having your Ident chip scanned on an hourly or more frequent basis, you'd have a good idea which lucky or unlucky girls were still carrying your gifts.

The last part you get from the Memory spike is seeing yourself and Amanda sign a Platnum Star Contract, meaning there would be no worming out of it. If you tried to skip out of paying up, your ass would be hunted to the ends of dark space to drag you and your ship-to Amanda.

"Fuck," You say to yourself after extracting the memory spike and sliding it back to Amanda, barely a few seconds had passed since you plugged it in.

"Yup," Amanda agrees with a smile. "So I take it you haven't been making use of your first year?" Amanda asks with a wry smile.

"Are you kidding me, just spent the last 6 months busting my ass with lonely long haul work," You groan, taping your wrist terminal and searching for the tracking app.

You are surprised to see that you had a few points already, which was a little strange, but you do remember a couple of times where you didn't play things very safe. There was also one entry worth almost the entirety of your points. Amanda looks over at the screen as you tap the name and it lists a name you don't recall but the ident lists them as the daughter of a planetary governor, who had not only managed to knock up but had given birth to your daughter.

"Damn, Claire, fooling around with governors daughter," Amanda says with a grin shaking her head. "That one there puts the last couple months of my hard work to shame," Amanda laughs shaking her head. "Not even aware of the bet and scoring big like that by accident," The redhead laughs shaking her head, "How did you even run into someone like that?" Amanda asks

"Just some bar, bratty hot girl in her 20's that managed to slip her security detail and wound up in my bed," You says, vaguely recalling the face now you think about it.

"Well that's one way to stick it to Daddy," Amanda laughs

"So how far behind am I?" You ask hoping your luck had worked it's magic for you.

"54 points," Amanda replies with a wicked grin "No bonuses for me unless some of them decide to carry," Amanda adds with a grin. "I've been a busy girl, what can I say,"

"That's a hell of a head start," You comment, mind spinning at how you could even begin to catch up.

"Got no intention of slowing down either," Amanda says with a grin. "You know you could always give up now, just bend over this table and let me breed you here and now," Amanda offers with a smile.

"Not a chance, I might be a little behind, but I have an entire year to win this thing," You reply smoothly, getting up and making your way to the door.

"Fine make me work for that sweet ass of yours, will make it all the sweeter when I get to watch you grow," Amanda says licking her lips as she watches you leave.