Getting invited, subtly influencing the party theme and making a new holiday

Given you only had a month and a half to get yourself and Samantha noticed enough by the professor to charm your way into being invited to the birthday orgy, you decide to employ their own trick against them. You use your various cosmetic mods to make yourself look as close as you can get to Samantha, then spend more time with her to get a feel for her mannerisms and speech pattern. Naturally, most of these sessions with Samantha quickly turn into steamy fuck sessions, which you had little to complain about. The time spent hopping between the sheets and up against various walls reminds you of the delights of having a fellow futa as a partner. A few times Samantha even lures in a horny third to be the meat in the futa sandwich.

"I had no idea the athletic students were so adventurous," You pant while Samantha gives the ass of the swim team member you'd just finished sharing a goodbye spank.

"Attractive, physically fit young men and women, who have a bundle of stress to burn off and usually spend all their time focusing on training or trying to cram to scrape passes in their studies," Samantha muses out loud with a smile. "We could probably tell them they'll wind up pregnant fucking us and half would still join us," Samantha adds with a soft laugh.

"You don't feel bad about causing issues with their scholarships?" You ask with a smile.

"It's stupidly competitive out there, it's better they wash out being unable to resist getting between our hot bodies and potent payload than thinking they have what it takes and being crushed by reality," Samantha replies with a half smile. "I'm glad you took away my stress of needing to compete," Samantha grins.

"Really?" You reply sounding unsure.

"Yeah, I was fucking cheating and still only the 8th-best wrestler on our team," Samantha replies with a shrug. "You're competing against families who've had the wealth to get the best gene mods generations ago before they started inhibiting them so they couldn't be passed on to their children," Samantha explains.

"Ah so, better to drop out having fun than to have your dreams crushed by cruel reality?" You reply with a smile.

"Colony gets more population, the mother-to-be gets a replacement scholarship with far fewer strings attached, and best of all we get a hot tight body to breed," Samantha replies with a grin.

"Well when you put it that way," You reply with a half laugh. "Makes you practically a saint," You add with a wry smile.

"Saint Samantha, Patron saint of the athletes that never stood a chance," Ashely replies with a giggle.

"And unexpected pregnancies," You add with a wry smile.

"Sounds good, how much worship do these saints get?" Samantha asks with a grin.

"Not much, I think centuries after you're gone you might get a celebratory day," You reply with a shrug, walking over and stepping into a shower and washing off the surface layer of sweat and sexual fluids coating your body.

"Do I get to pick how people celebrate my day?" Samantha calls out over the soft patter of the shower.

"Probably," You reply back.

"Well on St Samantha's Day, you should have as much sex as possible, and if you happen to find yourself with a futa on St Samantha's Day then you can't ask them to use protection and they pick where to cum," Samantha says, stalking up behind you and joining you in the shower, her strong hands lathering soap into your back.

"Sounds fun," You reply with a purr. "And I've got just the day to celebrate it on," You add turning and facing Samantha with a smile.

"I was hoping it might be today," Samantha purrs softly.

"Doesn't need to be, I wouldn't ever ask you to sheath that cock of yours, and you can already cum where you please," You reply with a wry smile. "Not like you can get me any more pregnant," You add with a giggle.

What soon follows is a steamy bout of passionate and animalistic shower sex, where you and Samantha test out the strength of the cubicle by throwing your combined body weights at it over and over. It's a shame you have plans for what say Samantha's unofficial day of sainthood is because you definitely spend the day celebrating it how Samantha believes it should be.

The next few days you begin to lurk around the Usella's classes, listening in on the various histories being taught, and taking note of the few salient points you might be able to bring up in your act to convince them. After about a week of lurking, one of the twins, you're not able to tell one from the other just yet.

"Professor?" You ask hesitantly once the last of her actual student files out of the lecture hall.

"I know most of my students quite well, I rather pride myself on that," Professor Usella begins with a confident tone. "So did you not think I might notice a new face, especially one that joins in the middle of the course?" The professor continues.

"I've always been interested in old Earth history," You offer in a mock tone of someone trying to lie.

"I so wish that were true, Samantha," Professor Usella replies with a soft sigh. "Yet I've seen your transcript and I think we both know your talents don't lie in academics, but more in the physical pursuit of bettering yourself," The professor continues with a soft smile.

"Ok, sorry, I was actually hoping to ask about a very specific topic that's a bit personal to me," You reply, looking around conspiratorially, already knowing the room is empty.

"Oh?" Professor Usella replies her curiosity clearly piqued.

"What do you know about..." You begin looking around once more for effect before leaning closer to the professor. "Futas," You whisper.

"I take it you mean, in the historical sense?" Professor Usella replies with a smile.

"Yeah, where did they come from, what significance their appearance have," You reply softly.

"I know a fair deal, the origin stories vary quite dramatically," Professor Usella replies thoughtfully. "Some scholars follow the old Earth tale of a young archaeologist unearthing a relic of a forgotten fertility goddess and being made the first Futa. Spreading the word of that goddess and followed shortly by her gifts, although the cult of Mira mythos would have us believe all futanari would be related to the goddess and that very high priestess," Professor Usella explains.

"Wow, that would be pretty hard to believe," You reply with a smile, thinking back to all the Mira icons your parents had on display around their house, the few items they never boasted about the providence of when they had guests, unlike their other trinkets and artworks. You knew enough of the cult of Mira and her many daughters than now likely wander the stars, but never put much belief in it. However, hearing the same stories retold by a professor of old Earth history suddenly makes them feel just that tiny bit more credible until you shake the thoughts from your mind.

"Indeed, it's possibly the theory with the most romance and mystery to it, whereas the bulk of the remaining, just chalk it up to a natural mutation," Professor Usella replies with a smile.

"Not nearly as exciting or fun," You agree with a smile.

"So tell me, Samantha, why the sudden interest in Futas?" Professor Usella asks the initial edge and suspicion in her tone seemingly gone.

"Well, I thought I should make an effort to know about them, given an encounter I had recently," You reply with a weak smile.

"What sort of encounter?" Professor Usella asks a wry smirk creasing the soft features of her face.

"Errrr, I'm not sure it'd be that appropriate to get into those details," You reply with a nervous laugh.

"Try me," Professor Usella replies with a smile. "After all, it was hardly appropriate for you to sneak into all of those classes just to ask me a question," She adds with a grin.

You take a deep breath and slowly begin to spin the tale you had spent the last week crafting with Ahsley and your other lover's help. You tell the professor about a mysterious but intoxicating woman you ran into, something drawing you to her in an almost supernatural fashion. You talk of a wonderful evening that felt like a living dream, dancing with her, kissing her and then being fucked by her.

You spare no details, ensuring you don't omit a single sordid detail. Slowly building the tension until describing the mind-altering orgasm you felt when the mysterious woman came deep inside of you. This is the first moment you even mention the woman was a futa. Within your finely crafted story are just enough details that you knew would get the professor's mind to wander about just who that mysterious woman might be. To ensure it sounded like a unique and personal tale but with all the hallmarks of many who claimed to have a run-in with a daughter of Mira.

"And the wildest part of it is after that encounter I woke up like this," You conclude, quickly looking around before dropping your pants and underwear and turning around to best display both your sexes to the professor, her eyes widening in wonder and awe before she quickly comes back to her senses.

"Samantha," Professor Usella urges in an authority-laden whisper, her eyes darting around the room to ensure no one caught you both in that moment.

"Sorry, Prof," You reply quickly pulling your clothes back up, "But I didn't think you'd believe me if I didn't show you," You reply with a smile.

"Well, I can certainly see why the sudden interest in the topic," Professor Usella replies with a sigh. "It sounds like many of the tales of women who've caught the gaze of a Daughter of Mira," She adds taking a deep breath, her normally pale complexion slightly flushed by the arousal of your story.

"You think so?" You reply, feigning ignorance.

"Possibly, I'd need to read into the topic more and refresh myself with the details," Professor Usella replies with a thoughtful smile.

"Do you think I could carry on listening into your classes and talking to you about it afterwards?" You asks hopefully.

"What about your athletic studies?" Professor Usella replies.

"Well I'm as good as suspended the second they find out I have a cock now, they'll just assume I got modded," You reply with a shrug. "Besides in a few months, I can apply for the Colony expansion scholarship," You explain with a smile.

"Wait, so you're pregnant?" Professor Usella asks in a hushed tone of surprise.

"Yeah, that was about as surprising as waking up with my extra parts," You say with a shrug. "I had a birth control implant and it wasn't even the right time of the month, but it's like that woman's sperm didn't care," You add with a smile. "I've got no idea how the hell I'll be able to explain either to my parents," You say with a nervous laugh.

"Yes, I imagine that will be a difficult conversation," Professor Usella replies, her cheeks flushing even more, giving her cheeks a wonderful pinkish glow. "In any case, I'd be more than happy to have you sit in my classes and discuss what I can find out about these Daughters of Mira encounters,"

Sure enough with the door open you spend the next few weeks discussing Futa's and the Cult of Mira and various other topics surrounding the two. How Historically Futas have always been a sign of fertility and sexuality, which causes some cultures to embrace or reject them. Various tales of people who've encountered a so-called Daughter of Mira. Sure enough, your plan to have futa and pregnancy on the Usella Twin's minds pays off after several weeks.

"So I have a very special party coming up," Professor Usella says in a quiet tone. "And I would love it if you could attend," She adds with a big smile.

"Oh, cool, what sort of party?" You ask with a smile.

"One I think you'll enjoy and unlike any other, you've been to before," Professor Usella replies with a grin. "After all you helped pick the theme," She adds with a grin. "Needless to say, but do not tell anyone about this," She adds before handing you a small perspex card, which you recognise as a privacy shard.

Once you're back at your apartment, you're able to scan the shard into your holo terminal and soon find yourself reading the invite to the Usella twin's birthday orgy. You see that the theme is the cult or Mira and that partygoers will get a chance to sample something unforgettable, and the promise of some life-altering sex. You can hardly hold back your excitement when you share the details with Samantha.

"Ok, this does sound like a better day to kick off St Samantha's day," Samantha says with a giggle.