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Archive name: galaxy.txt (MMF, teens, preg, sci-fi, feet)
Authors name: Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)
Story title : Galaxy Slut Galina

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Galaxy Slut Galina (MMF, mf, preg, foot-fetish, sci-fi)
by Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)

***

In the distant future, shoe-nut and space pilot Galina 
Barding meets her idol (a famous shoe designer) and 
offers him a ride aboard her spaceship. Much sex ensues, 
as Galina also couples with one of her superiors and 
reminisces about her teenage years--unaware her idol's 
semen has some unexpected abilities.
 
***

"Computer...set approach vector."

"Vector set."

"Ungphh...! Oh, fuck...!"

"Captain Barding? Are you okay?"

Despite herself--shuddering from her sudden climax--
Galina Barding couldn't help but smile at the innocence 
of Holly, her flight computer. As unmilitary as a pilot 
could look, the blonde, 25-year old scout pilot was 
hunched down in her chair with her khaki blouse tied in a 
knot beneath her breasts and her feet propped up on the 
flight console, digging into the flatscreen displays with 
the high heels of her platform sandals; her shorts, 
meanwhile, were pulled down around her knees while she 
slammed her quivering cunt with a slick, black 20 cm 
dildo.

"I'm fine," Galina said, pausing to let the oozing sauce 
drip from her hole--then resuming the urgent slamming of 
her pussy. "Steady--ungh!--on course--unph!--zero-two-
zero..."

It also occurred to the scout ship pilot, as her pussy 
trembled and clutched at the flexsteel invader, that her 
superiors in the Galactic Scout Service might not approve 
of her conduct. In contrast with the regular fleet, the 
Scout Service was mainly composed of free spirits like 
herself--people with the initiative to make decisions on 
their own, light-years from the nearest base. 

That was why the Scout Service was willing to let Galina-
-just 25 years old--fly a 100-meter Mail Courier single-
handed through the Deep Frontier, but it was still 
annoying to them that the public viewed the service as a 
bunch of sex-crazed rabble and troublemakers.

"Well, okay," Galina muttered, finally slowing her 
frigging of her hole, "maybe we are sex-crazed. But I 
think I'm doing pretty well, considering I haven't seen a 
real man in 3 months."

"Excuse me, Captain?"

"Forget it. Time to dock?"

"Twenty minutes, Captain."

"All right, Holly," Galina said, pulling out her dildo 
and setting her sandal-shod feet back down on the steel 
deck; "I'll take over."

"Are you certain, Captain? You sounded occupied..."

"No, that's okay," Galina said, grasping the joystick on 
her pilot's chair with her right hand, and the drive 
throttles with her left; "you know, flying is my second-
best skill."

"After what?"

"Well...fucking."

* * *
 
A few minutes later, the cylindrical form of Way Station 
Gamma came into view--1000 meters long and 200 meters in 
diameter-- orbiting high above the planet Marqano. 
Actually a starship in its own right, Gamma was 
essentially an instant starport for Marqano, which had no 
orbital facilities of its own. As such, it would be host 
to jump shuttles, free traders and scout ships alike... 
whoever had business in this godforsaken back-of-beyond.

For Galina, however, this would be a brief stop. Her 
current mission was to ferry data and parcels back to the 
Core--data that would otherwise take centuries to send by 
radio--so there was no time to goof off; she would take 
on tritium fuel, fresh stores and soon be back on her 
way.

It came as a surprise to Galina, then, when Base 
Commander Gerhard Bazyl called her during final approach. 

"Galina Barding--long time, no see."

Galina smiled, recalling a lift she'd given him a few 
months earlier--and the 18 cm penis he'd serviced her 
with, for two straight weeks, in hyperspace.

"Likewise, Commander. I'm afraid I won't have time to 
drop in, though..."

Secretly, Galina hoped that this was an overture for a 
quickie during refueling, but she didn't want to be too 
obvious about it.

"I understand," Bazyl said. "I wonder, though--do you 
have room for a passenger?"

"Uh...sure. Who is it?"

"That's a surprise."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you are the girl with that huge shoe collection, 
aren't you?"

Galina rolled her eyes; for some reason, people always 
seemed to find her collection of spike heels, plats and 
'fuck-me' sandals peculiar...to say nothing of her 
lingerie collection, and her arsenal of dildos and 
vibrators. It seemed perfectly natural to her.

"Yeah..." Galina said, finally.

"Well, then you'll appreciate this passenger."

* * *
 
Genuinely curious, Galina waited until her ship was 
secured inside one of the cavernous docking bays of the 
way station, then unbuckled herself from her flight 
harness and clip-clopped aft to the main exterior hatch. 
This was located in the ceiling of the ship's upper deck, 
and Galina was about to ascend the ladder into the 
interior of the station when she stopped to consider the 
matter of her appearance; just in case her passenger was 
somebody important, she untied her blouse, then buttoned 
it up and tucked it into her shorts before ascending the 
ladder.

Not surprisingly, many of the men (and several women) 
inside the way station recognized Galina when she 
debarked; she wasn't all that picky about who she fucked-
-male or female--and it gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling to 
recognize so many familiar faces.

When she caught sight of the stocky Commander Bazyl and 
his guest, however, she was momentarily stunned.

"Oh my God--are you Berrman Van-Meyo?" 

Bazyl's guest--a dapper gentleman with black hair and 
graying temples--appeared surprised.

"You recognize me?" he said.

"Recognize you? You're only the greatest shoe designer in 
the entire galaxy!"

Bazyl turned to his guest.

"See? I figured you'd have something in common."

"This is so cool! But...what are you doing here?"

"That wasn't my choice, I'm afraid. I was on a starliner 
bound for Reinheit--in the Core--but the hyperdrive 
malfunctioned."

"Wow...this is so cool. I hope this bum Bazyl has been 
treating you well."

"Hey!" Bazyl said.

"Yes, everyone's been most hospitable. But I understand 
you're headed toward the Core yourself...?"

"Well, Core Sector's still 12 weeks away--I don't have 
the fastest ship in the service. I would be honored, 
however, to give you a lift."

"I'm most grateful, Captain. Oh, but I guess I'd better 
get my luggage."

Galina watched him turn to go, and Bazyl followed her 
eyes as she watched his trim, nicely-shaped ass. 

"You know," he said, finally, "it's amazing we actually 
pay you to do this job."

"Yeah, whatever. Want to fuck?"

* * *
 
Although Galina didn't tell Bazyl--knowing how fragile 
men's egos were--she couldn't help but fantasize about 
the dashing, intergalactic superstar gathering up his 
luggage as she straddled the commander on her bunk, 
impaling herself on his throbbing-hard penis. 

Fully naked, Galina moaned with the pleasure of full 
penetration--feeling Bazyl's penis up to his balls in her 
cunt, with his bulging helmet nudging her cervix, she 
curled her feet underneath his thighs and ground her hips 
into his crotch--but her mind was elsewhere. Even as 
Bazyl cupped and fondled her breasts--grunting as 
Galina's pussy sucked and pulled at his cock--Galina 
closed her eyes and imagined Berrman Van-Meyo in her 
pussy. Then, as she and Bazyl began to move together, 
humping and fucking, Galina's mind went back to the 
fondest of memories from her youth...

Back on the planet Krakatoa, 15-year old Galina had been 
keen to lose her overripe virginity, and did so by 
jumping on a boy named Blain (boyfriend of her best 
friend Lyza) while Lyza stepped out of her house for a 
few minutes. Unfortunately, that weekend quickie only 
lasted about 30 seconds, but Galina decided to parlay 
that first unsatisfactory encounter into something a lot 
better, and secretly met Blain in a cafe the next day to 
discuss her idea.

"Listen, Blain," Galina began, sitting beside the young 
man at a table in the back of the cafe, "Lyza tells me 
she's hoping that you'll finally pop her cherry at the 
homecoming dance next month."

"What? I didn't know that..."

"Well, now you do. So here's the way I figure it; since I 
dearly love my friend Lysa, I would like her to get the 
fucking of her life her first time...unlike me."

"Hey, now, I thought I did pretty well..."

"Shut up. What I figure we'll do is spend the next month 
fucking, so I can teach you about the various sex 
positions. Of course, we'll have to do it at your house--
after school, I guess--since your parents aren't there."

"Wait a minute; how do YOU know about sex positions...?"

"I downloaded a sex manual from Krakatoa University," 
Galina said, suddenly reaching down to grasp and squeeze 
Blain's penis. "It's very thorough." 

"Okay..." Blain said, watching in disbelief as Galina 
fished his penis out of his pants.

"Now, since I want you to last more than fifteen 
seconds," Galina said, stroking the suddenly rock-hard 
boner, "is there anything in particular that turns you 
on? Frilly underwear? Fishnet stockings? High heels?"

"Yeah, high-heels are good. You do have... mrmph!... nice 
legs..."

"You're so sweet," Galina said, increasing the pace of 
her stroking...and prompting Blain to blow his load all 
over her hand, his pants and the underside of the table. 
"Now why don't you go rest up."

"Good idea," Blain said, weakly, watching Galina suck the 
sperm off the back and sides of her hand.

Two days later--the next school day--Blain would be 
stunned to see Galina greet him at the school gates in a 
short black skirt and a pair of black, ankle-strap 
Berrman Van-Meyo sandals. Those caught the attention of 
plenty of other boys at school, too, but it was Blain who 
would start his 'sex education' six hours later-- 
delightfully blowing his first load in Galina's mouth 
before returning the favor with introductory cunnilingus, 
and concluding with a furious half-hour of fucking in the 
missionary position; quite happy, Galina kept her spike-
heeled sandals on throughout their frenzied coupling. 

"You do have protection, don't you?" Blain grunted, 
slapping his nuts into her ass, and feeling his balls 
begin to boil. 

"What do you think, I'm stupid? I just got an implant 
yesterday."

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"What about that first time?"

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"Oh, shit, I forgot about that...!" 

Whereupon, Blain finally reached his climax; straining to 
drive his penis up to its full length inside her--and 
aching with lust for Galina--he went off like a like a 
gun in her pussy, pumping stream after stream of potent, 
youthful sperm into her belly. That Galina might already 
be pregnant with his baby was, of course, the farthest 
thing from his mind...
 
...ah, memories. Happily, Blain hadn't knocked her up, 
and they had gone on to fuck like rabbits for the rest of 
the month-- man-above, woman-above, sitting, standing, 
rear-entry, side-entry, inverted-X...pretty much every 
position Galina could think of--and Lyza was utterly 
oblivious. Yet, sure enough and per the plan, Lyza was 
fucked to a dizzy climax by Blain after the homecoming 
dance. Hearing about it later from Lyza (in blow-by-blow 
detail), Galina had the pleasant satisfaction of a job 
well done.

But back in the present--even as Bazyl grabbed her hips, 
punching his penis into her hole like a steam-driven 
piston--Galina's strongest memory of that time was the 
hot, erotic rush she'd got in the starport mall when 
she'd purchased the sexiest pair of Berrman Van-Meyo 
sandals she could find. They were insanely expensive--120 
credits!--and a little tight on her teenage feet (more 
accustomed to flats and tennis shoes), but in some weird 
way, that was her transition from a girl to a woman.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming...!" Galina gasped.

"Oh, Baby, you're so tight...I'm not gonna last much 
longer..."

"Let it cum, Baby," Galina said, feeling her cunt-muscles 
suddenly begin to spasm--clutching and grasping at 
Bazyl's penis; "fill me with your cum..."

"Unghhh...!"

And then, suddenly, it was over. Galina felt the penis 
pulsing inside her, then a rush of wetness as her friend 
plastered her womb with his seed. Of course, the J-25 
contraceptive implant she had in her arm put up a virtual 
force field around her eggs, but it was still fun to feel 
a boy spill his spunk in her tummy.

"So we're even?" Galina asked, rolling forward onto 
Bazyl's chest, "for you letting me have Mr. Van-Meyo?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," Bazyl said, finally letting his penis 
pop from her pussy. "Now let's put some clothes on before 
he gets here." 

* * *
 
As Bazyl dressed, Galina decided to update her image with 
something (slightly) more dignified than she had been 
wearing; thus, she opted for a double-breasted uniform 
tunic, a purple wrap skirt, and the same Van-Meyo sandals 
she'd worn the second time she fucked Blain.

"You're going to give me a boner," Bazyl said, glancing 
at her legs.

"Oh, get off my ship."

Bazyl grinned and departed. A few minutes later, Van-Meyo 
arrived with his luggage on a grav sled, and a bag over 
his shoulder.

"The Stuzzi model," Van-Meyo said with surprise, glancing 
down at Galina's sandals; "year 3086, I believe."

"These are my favorites," Galina said, mock-bashfully, 
hooking one foot behind the other.

"I remember designing those," Van-Meyo said. "I don't 
remember them looking so good, though."

"Oh, go on," Galina said.

"No, I'm serious; you have very pretty feet. Have you 
done any modeling?"

"Uh...no."

"We'll have to talk," he said, taking the bag off his 
shoulder; 

"in the meantime, is there a safe place I could put 
this?"

"What is it? Money?"

"Actually, it's a shoe prototype."

"Cool!" Galina said, grabbing the bag. "I'll keep it in 
my quarters." 

"Okay..." Van-Meyo said, following Galina toward her 
stateroom. When she opened the door to access her 
personal safe, however, Van-Meyo was stunned.

"Are those ALL your shoes?" he asked, taking in racks 
upon racks of sandals, pumps and wedgies.

"I'm sorry; they're not all your designs," Galina said, 
securing the bag and returning to the main passageway. 
"Your shoes are kind of expensive."

"I wouldn't worry about that," Van-Meyo said, suddenly 
taking her hand. "I will make you a goddess...a rich 
goddess."

Galina blushed again--this time for real.

"I've got to go...fly the ship," Galina said, after a 
long moment looking into Van-Meyo's blue eyes. "You 
can...have that stateroom over there."

* * *
 
Galina launched her ship in a daze, and allowed Holly to 
plot and steer a course toward H-Point--a point about a 
half-a-million kilometers from Marqano, far enough away 
from the planet to activate the hyperdrive safely. 

"Are you all right, Captain?" Holly asked.

"I think I'm in love," Galina sighed. 

"Again?"

"Just fly the ship," Galina said. "Time to H-Point?"

"Two hours, roughly."

"Say, Holly, what do you know about Berrman Van-Meyo?"

"Berrman Van-Meyo," Holly replied, "born Day 155, Year 
3047, age 46. Raised on Terra and educated as a 
mechanical engineer; later became famous as a designer of 
shoes and haute couture fashions. Unmarried, with no 
known offspring. 'Galaxy 5000' estimates net worth in 
excess of 50 million credits..." 

Galina sighed.

"Shall I continue?"

"No that's all right. Take over the conn, Holly."

"Aye-aye."

Going aft, Galina then startled Van-Meyo--who expected 
her to be on the bridge.

"Shouldn't you be flying the ship?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. Holly can fly the ship."

"Who's Holly?"

"Holofractal Synthetic Personality," Galina replied. "The 
flight computer."

"Ah. So how long will it take to reach Reinheit?"

"Well--as you know--we can't make it all in one jump. 
We'll need at least eight hyperjumps, and each hyperjump 
is about ten days."

"I guess we'll get to know each other a lot better, 
then."

"I guess."

And so Galina began what she expected to be a short 
process-- stirring up Berrman Van-Meyo, getting him to 
fuck her brains out and fall in love with her. However, 
it did not go as expected. 

Van-Meyo clearly liked her--he asked her about her 
background, places she'd been and things she'd seen--but 
he appeared reluctant to go any further. As the ship went 
into hyperspace, Galina let him catch a glimpse of her 
coming out of the sonic shower, left her door open 
strategically so he could watch her change, and even wore 
T-shirts that revealed the bottoms of her breasts...yet 
he did not seem to take the hint.

"I'm sorry," Galina said, finally--sitting on the padded 
arm of Van-Meyo's arm chair while he read in the galley; 
"are you gay?"

"Excuse me?"

"I know you're used to being around pretty girls," she 
speculated. "Am I just too common?"

Van-Meyo put down his flatscreen and looked up at Galina.
"Common?" he asked. "Galina, you're gorgeous."

"So why don't you notice me?" Galina said, pushing her 
breasts forward between her arms. Between her half T-
shirt, shorts and platform sandals, she was not wearing 
much.

"Galina," Van-Meyo said, with a sigh, "there's something 
you need to know about me. I have a medical condition..."

"Oh my God; are you impotent?"

"No..."

"An STD?"

"Not exactly..."

"Well, then, we should be fucking," Galina said, sliding 
down off the arm of the chair and into Van-Meyo's lap. He 
didn't appear to be upset--indeed, Galina could feel his 
boner beneath her ass--and she gently bent down to kiss 
him...meanwhile picking up his right hand and lifting it 
to her left tit. Sucking at his lips and tongue, Galina 
then felt him slip his tongue into her mouth, even as he 
began to cup and knead her breast. 

"You are a goddess," Van-Meyo said, finally, when they 
broke for air.

"I'm wet," Galina said, reaching down into her shorts to 
rub her pussy. "It's not every day my pussy gets to meet 
a celebrity."

"Well, it's not my cock that's famous," Van-Meyo said. 
"It's pretty stiff, though."

"Come on," Galina said, standing up on her high heels, 
and extending a hand to Van-Meyo. 

Together, the pair then walked forward to Galina's 
stateroom...its lighting already nicely subdued.

"Listen, Galina," Van-Meyo said, holding Galina and 
kissing her; "how would you like to see that prototype 
I brought with me?"

"Would I...? Cool!"

Van-Meyo smiled, watching Galina move to open her safe 
and retrieve his bag.

"You know, my cock is going to be jealous of these 
shoes," Van-Meyo said, taking the bag and sitting down on 
the edge of Galina's bunk. Galina, meanwhile, sat beside 
him and watched with interest as he opened the 
fingerprint-scanning lock. Inside the velvet-lined 
interior was a pair of black stiletto shoes--half-boot, 
half hard-core fetish sandal--and certainly unusual.

"Actually," Van-Meyo said, "this isn't the secret. The 
secret is these shoes are made from PMA--Polymorphic 
Material Analog."

"You mean they can change shape? How?"

"Well, basically, you think about a design, and they form 
it."

"That is so cool! Can I try it?"

"Actually, I'm the only person who can make them change 
shape; the customer will be able to do that with the 
commercial model, but not with this prototype."

"Well, can I wear them anyway?"

"Okay," Van-Meyo said, sliding down onto the floor on one 
knee, and surprising Galina by unbuckling the straps of 
her sandals. He then pulled them off, and slipped the 
insanely unwearable shoes from his case onto her feet.

"Like I said," Van-Meyo explained, "these are experi-
mental. But I can show you how they work, if you'd 
like..."

Galina's eyes--wide with wonder--revealed her reply.

"Suppose," Van-Meyo said, "you wanted a pair of pumps..."

He then closed his eyes--wrapping his hands around 
Galina's feet-- and Galina was stunned to feel the 
simuleather straps of the sandals suddenly melt and flow 
across her skin, reforming into red pumps with slightly 
lower heels.

"Wicked!"

"Or...perhaps a dress sandal..."

Whereupon the uppers disintegrated again and flowed 
across her feet to form the vamp and ankle straps of a 
pair of golden sandals. Feeling the spike heels lengthen 
and lift her feet slightly, Galina realized the amount of 
material composing the shoes must have remained constant 
between the base model, the pumps and these strappy 
sandals. 

"That is so cool! Weren't those the sandals Ether Nova 
wore to the Galaxy Awards last year?"

"A personal favorite," Van-Meyo said, caressing the bare 
flesh of Galina's feet, her heels and insteps; "you'll 
note the asymmetrical silver strips on the soles and 
heels."

"They're beautiful," Galina said, pushing herself upright 
onto her feet. "And comfortable!"

"Size 6."

Galina shifted her weight in the sandals, took a few 
steps and spun around. 

"No, I mean they're really comfortable! How do you do 
that?"

"Well, we do have antigravity recoil compensators in the 
heels...and the PMA is very sensitive."

"I want to buy these. How much?"

"Well, THOSE are appraised at 500,000 credits--by our 
insurance company."

Galina drew a deep breath, then stepped over to Van-Meyo 
on her 12 cm heels. 

"I don't have that much," she said, bending down to free 
his cock, then grasp the shaft--warm and thick in her 
grip, nearly 18 centimeters long--in her hand; "but maybe 
I can borrow them while we fuck."

* * *

When Berrman Van-Meyo finally entered Galina several 
minutes later--slipping his drooling cockhead in between 
her swollen pink labia, then pushing his vein-studded 
member into her hole, splitting open the muscles of her 
pussy as he sank up to his balls inside her--she was 
already swooning from the aftermath of his cunnilingus. 
Galina had gone first, sucking her idol until he was 
close to a climax, then wrapping her boobs around his 
cock and letting him fuck her chest until he came, 
squirting rivers of sperm across her breasts, face and 
neck; but Van-Meyo was more than generous in return; with 
the patience of a master, he first explored her shaven 
pussy with his fingers, then lovingly brought her to a 
climax with the flicking of his tongue on her clitoris, 
complemented by tongue-fucking of her cunt and playful 
pulling and sucking of her labia.

"Oh, God, you're so hard...!" Galina gasped, looking up 
at Van-Meyo as he sunk his penis into her cunt--and 
wrapping her sandal-shod feet around his back. "Are you 
sure you're not married?"

"Not the last time I checked," he replied, pulling back 
slightly, then slamming his next thrust deep into her 
belly. She gasped again--clutching his cock in her pussy 
muscles--then felt him begin to fuck her. He went slow at 
first--grinding his penis in and out of her hole--but 
soon he was fucking her fast and deep, slapping his balls 
against her ass with every stroke.

"Oh, I'm cumming...!" Galina cried, suddenly feeling her 
inside muscles go into spasm.

"My God, you're beautiful," Van-Meyo replied, slowing 
down slightly.

"You going to cum, too...?" Galina gasped.

"Not yet."

"Roll me over, then."

It was, Galina had to admit, some of the best sex she'd 
had in years. Impaling herself on his penis, Galina felt 
Van-Meyo's cockhead kissing her cervix, and ground her 
pussy slowly and forcefully into his groin. Bending 
forward slightly, she then felt him suck on her nipples, 
and curled her feet underneath his thighs, feeling her 
ankle-straps pull at her heels even as they twisted away 
from her shoes. For his part, Van-Meyo was hard as a 
rock, and Galina soon began to fuck him harder, letting 
her juices run down her thighs and onto his legs.

"You're so wet...!" Van-Meyo said, wrapping his thumbs 
around her spike heels, and touching the bare flesh of 
her feet with his fingertips; "Goddamn, you're so fucking 
tight...!"

"Oh, God, Baby..." Galina said, slowing down; "now do me 
from behind."

She was, frankly, amazed he hadn't come yet, but she 
supposed he probably had lots of experience. At any rate, 
Van-Meyo obligingly moved in between her thighs as she 
knelt on her bunk, and slipped his throbbing penis back 
inside the mouth of her pussy. Holding her by her waist, 
he then sunk slowly inside her, up to his balls, and 
teased her--pulling almost all the way out, then pushing 
all the way back in--before starting his next cycle of 
fucking. 

"Ohhh....!" Galina moaned.

"You like this position?" Van-Meyo asked.

"It's so damn deep..." Galina said, wrapping her feet 
around the backs of his knees and bending down to clutch 
her pillow; "you're gonna make me cum...!"

And sure enough, she soon came again, trembling and 
shuddering as Van-Meyo slammed her fast and hard. With 
his hips smacking into her buttocks, and Galina's spike 
heels grazing the backs of his thighs, Van-Meyo became 
like a man possessed, forcefully punching his cock into 
her belly.

"Oh, fuck....!" Galina cried; "fuck...!"

"Galina," Van-Meyo said, "I'm getting close--I've got to 
pull out..."

"No way," Galina grunted; "pump me full of your cum..."

"You don't understand; I could get you pregnant...."

Galina closed her eyes, amused by his sentimentality; she 
wasn't about to let him go, however, and wrapped her feet 
around him even tighter, curling her toes downward in 
their tightly-binding vamps.

"Oh, go ahead," Galina said, "squirt me full of your 
babies..."

"Oh, God...!" Van-Meyo cried, suddenly straining as he 
clutched Galina's hips, crushing his balls into her labia 
and ramming his cock in as far as it would go. Then 
Galina felt it--his cock leaping and pulsing in the grip 
of her pussy--squirting jets of warm, thick semen into 
her belly; it was amazing--she could actually feel his 
cum hitting her cervix--and she moaned as she felt him 
filling her hole with his seed. Although she knew it was 
impossible, she almost wished he could impregnate her, 
and clenched her muscles on his shaft, milking still more 
of the sperm from his cock. Soon she could feel the gooey 
spunk overrunning the mouth of her pussy, and drooling 
down the backs of her thighs; yet she could feel him 
thrusting inside her still, straining to push out every 
last drop.

"Galina, I'm sorry," he said--giving her a last, ass-
slapping thrust--then pulling out. With Galina's feet 
still wrapped around his legs, he rolled over awkwardly 
to his left, and Galina rolled over with him.

"Oh, Baby, don't worry," Galina said, enjoying the 
feeling of cum oozing from her pussy; "you're not going 
to make me pregnant."

"But you are fertile, aren't you?"

"Well, I CAN make babies...but I have a contraceptive 
implant."

"That's what I was afraid of," Van-Meyo said, drawing a 
labored breath. "Galina, you need to know--I have an 
artificial heart made out of PMA, the same stuff those 
shoes are made of..."

"Okay. So...?"

"Well," Van-Meyo said, pausing to take a deep, sucking 
breath, "the PMA in my heart was originally used for 
something else--for treating infertility. I found out 
after I got several girls pregnant...the PMA sloughs off 
in my bloodstream....and concentrates in my testicles. 
Then...if I cum in a girl...the PMA reverts to its old 
mission, and induces her to ovulate..."

"Oh my God," Galina gasped, feeling suddenly faint.
But then, suddenly, Van-Meyo trembled, grunting in pain.

"Urrgh...!"

"Berrman? What is it?"

"Oh, it's my heart...!" he replied, clutching his chest; 
"my doctor warned me about this...!"

Even as Berrman Van-Meyo felt consciousness slipping away 
from his body--relieving the sudden, constricting pain of 
his artificial heart malfunctioning--he felt his spirit 
begin to float away, out of his body and into the air 
above Galina Barding's stateroom bunk.

46 years old, Van-Meyo was a designer of women's shoe and 
haute couture, and it was a peculiar set of circumstances 
that had brought him to the bunk of 25-year old Galaxy 
Scout Galina--who had just knocked his ticker out with an 
hour of nut-slapping sex...

Six months earlier, his doctors told him that he would 
need a new heart, and suggested an artificial heart made 
from an amazing new material.

"It's called PMA," they said; "Polymorphic Material 
Analog. It's a substance that can mimic the form of 
virtually any material."

"I know--we're using that for a shoe prototype. Is it 
safe?"

"It is experimental...this batch we're going to use was 
last used for fertility research; it was programmed to 
break up in a woman's bloodstream, repair damage to her 
reproductive system and induce normal ovulation."

"And you want to put this stuff in MY body?"

"It's that or die, Mr. Van-Meyo."

Faced with that choice, Mr. Van-Meyo allowed his diseased 
old heart to be replaced with a new model molded from the 
miracle-putty PMA. To his astonishment, he was fully 
recovered and up on his feet within a week.

"This is amazing! I'll actually have time to show my 
prototype at the trade show on Reinheit!"

Thus refreshed...with the trade show well over four 
months away... Van-Meyo bought passage aboard the most 
luxurious starliner he could find, a 500-meter beauty 
named 'The Song of Sirius', for the 15-week trip to 
Reinheit. As a gimmick, most of the 50-odd crew were 
women, including a stunning middle-aged vixen named Oona 
Veldt--the ship's captain. Like the other officers, her 
uniform was a navy blue tunic with a double row of gold 
buttons, an obscenely short skirt and the sexiest black 
stiletto pumps, complete with ankle straps.

"Those were made by Helsing and Helsing," Van-Meyo noted, 
during a party one evening. 

"Jealous?" the brown-haired woman asked, swirling her 
brandy.

"It's a crude design," Van-Meyo said, disingenuously; 
"you'd look better in a pair of my sandals."

"Perhaps you could show me," she whispered in his ear. 
"And you can fuck me too, if you want."

Van-Meyo--not accustomed to being healthy again--leapt at 
the chance to put his new ticker to the test. A few 
minutes later, up in the captain's palatial stateroom, he 
slipped off her pumps and opened the sealed case 
containing the prototype he was taking to Reinheit. It 
comprised a pair of wickedly high-heeled fetish sandals 
made from the same PBA now beating in his chest. When he 
slipped the shoes onto the captain's feet, then held them 
and concentrated, they reformed into a pair of elegant 
black dress sandals, with simple vamps across her toes 
and reversed straps that crossed the front of her feet, 
wrapped around the backs of her heels and buckled at her 
ankles. Propped up on their 12 cm heels, her feet were 
indeed pretty, with the slight wrinkles at her heels 
complimented by the slick black finish of the tightly-
binding sandals.

"Amazing!" Veldt said; "they're so comfortable!"

The captain then lifted Van-Meyo up off his knees and 
pulled him onto her bed. Still wearing her uniform--and 
his sandals--she then assaulted his now-aching hard-on, 
sucking him until he blew his load in her mouth. She 
gulped it down, then peeled open her blouse to reveal the 
breasts of a very-well preserved, 48-year old woman.

"You wouldn't believe this," he said, watching her suck 
his cock back to stiffness, "but I do have a heart 
condition..."

"I'll be gentle," she said, with a husky voice, crawling 
forward until her oozing vagina was positioned over his 
rod, then sinking down until he was up to his balls in 
her tight, muscular hole.

"Damn, you're tight..." Van-Meyo huffed, feeling her 
start to hump him, and pumping her back.

"I wonder...unph!...why girls like shoes so much," Veldt 
mused, tucking her feet under his thighs and letting her 
heels twist away from the soles of her sandals.

"Well, women's hands and feet are longer and thinner than 
men's," Van-Meyo mused, pausing to feel Veldt's cervix 
caressing his cockhead as she pushed down especially 
hard; "uh...that's why girls like things that compliment 
their hands and feet...rings and shoes and gloves..."

"Well, I like your fucking cock," Veldt replied, suddenly 
rolling 
to one side and pulling him over on top of her. "Fuck 
me...!"

Van-Meyo obliged her, crushing his balls into her ass, 
then fucking her fast and deep as she wrapped her legs 
around his back. 

Soon, he could feel his cum starting to boil in his 
balls, and-- driving in deep--he came like a cannon, 
splashing her womb with gush after gush of his creamy 
sperm.

"I want more..." Veldt purred, squeezing and milking his 
cock in her pussy. 

"Captain, please! Give me a minute here...!"

As it happened, he did fuck her three more times that 
night, and was gratified that his new heart held up 
better than his old one ever had. Of course, his doctors 
had warned him to avoid any 'unusual stress'--it would 
accumulate over time, and damage his heart--but he 
certainly didn't see any ill effects yet.

And it was certainly hard to resist when first the 
Executive Officer, then the Command Pilot, then the Chief 
Engineer--then all the rest of the ten female officers--
took him aside to ask him for sex, and their own personal 
showing of his prototype. Some weren't terribly 
attractive--Dr. Burleigh Waters, for example, was a 52-
year old matron with a generous midriff and ponderous 
breasts--but even she looked pretty hot in a pair of red 
platform sandals, grunting and crying as he slammed his 
hips into her quivering buttocks and poured a load of 
creamy, thick sperm into her hole.

Last in line, two weeks later, was Ensign Himeko Yamada--
the radio operator--a charming little bundle of energy 
with short black hair, a cherubic smile and wire-frame 
glasses. All of 22, she appeared to be delighted by a 
pair of parti-colored wedgies that tied around her 
ankles, and made him chase her around her stateroom 
before he finally tackled her on her bed, and spread her 
legs to ease his penis into her squirming body.

"Oh, you're so hard...!" Himeko cried, lifting her knees 
to press them against his sides.

"Yeah, I'll give you that," Van-Meyo replied, sinking his 
penis up to the hilt in her quivering hole, then starting 
to fuck her fast and deep.

"You know, you've been causing a lot of trouble," Himeko 
teased him; "did you know that Doc Waters is pregnant?"

"What...?"

"And so is the captain--I heard her talking to the X.O. 
about it."

"Huh...?"

Confused, Van-Meyo kept on pumping Himeko even as a 
startling thought began to creep into his mind. Knowing 
what he did about the PMA substance, it was possible that 
particles of the stuff had sloughed off in his blood-
stream...particles that remembered their original mission
of fertility enhancement. If they were concentrating in 
his testicles, no woman--even with birth control--would
be safe...

"Oh, shit--! Himeko, I've got to pull out!"

"No!" Himeko cried, wrapping her legs around his back; 
"I've got protection..."

"Oh, fuck....!"

It was too late; feeling the girl start to climax--her 
muscles clutching and squeezing him, even as she held him 
tight in the grip of her thighs--Van-Meyo felt his balls 
boil over once again. Despite himself, he exploded inside 
her, dousing her womb with rope after rope of his thick, 
gooey semen.

And sure enough--the next morning--the urine sampler in 
Himeko's toilet told her she was pregnant. In fact, all 
ten of the ship's officers were pregnant...along with 
three drive hands, a pair of rather cute waitresses, and 
a shuttlecraft pilot. For Captain Veldt--who had never 
been married or pregnant, it was the height of 
embarrassment, as she revealed when she finally took Van-
Meyo aside in her quarters.

"Mr. Van-Meyo," she said, stiffly, "in deference to your 
prior reputation, I won't throw you out the airlock. 
However, I am EXTREMELY upset; do you realize that you've 
impregnated fifteen of my crew members? And myself?"

"I'm sorry...I didn't realize that could happen..."

"You are a complete ass. Do you realize I'm six weeks 
pregnant... with triplets?"

"I...you are?"

"And poor little Himeko--she's pregnant with 
quintuplets!"

Van-Meyo's mind reeled. Evidently, his little swimmers 
had been busy.

"As I see it, our only choice is to make an emergency 
stop at Marqano."

"Won't that take us off our course to Reinheit?"

"Sir, once we reach Marqano in four weeks, you will no 
longer be a guest on this ship. With God's good mercy, 
I'll still be in my first trimester, and I'll be able to 
donate my babies to a gene vendor. But you will have to 
live with the fact that you've fathered 49 babies out of 
wedlock!"

"Forty...nine?"

"Now, get out," Veldt spat, turning sharply on her spike 
heels...

...four weeks later, 'The Song of Sirius' pulled into 
orbit around Marqano and shuttlecraft pilot Angie 
Popwite--a curly-haired 28-year old who was eight weeks 
pregnant with quadruplets and just starting to show--
ferried her babies' father to the orbital starport, Way 
Station Gamma. 

"Listen," Van-Meyo said, "I'll pay for your child 
support, if you need it...I'll pay for all of you..."

Popwite ignored him, however, focusing on her mission. It 
was a pity it had come to this; he had enjoyed slipping a 
pair of clunky simuleather sandals onto her feet, pulling 
down her uniform trousers and humping her in the Number 2 
shuttlecraft bay. At the time, it felt perfectly natural 
and innocent--bouncing around the bay in zero-G, tied 
together by a length of bungee cord--then landing on the 
deck with a thud and pumping gushing gouts of sperm into 
her pussy. He hadn't realized how much mayhem that sperm 
would cause. For the sake of passengers who had been too 
oblivious to notice the suddenly bulging tummies of the 
crew, Captain Veldt (now ten weeks pregnant herself) 
concocted a story about a hyperdrive failure forcing her 
ship's detour to Marqano, and Van-Meyo likewise used that 
story to explain his sudden arrival at the station.

Oblivious to the havoc his guest had caused, Station 
Commander Gerhard Bazyl--of the Galaxy Scout Service--
then entertained the minor celebrity until he could put 
him on the next ship bound for Reinheit. That ship 
happened to be a mail courier with a crew of one, that 
one being Galaxy Scout Galina Barding--evidently Van-
Meyo's biggest fan. A sexy blonde bush pilot with a major 
shoe obsession--she had dozens of pumps and sandals 
displayed in her stateroom--she teased and titillated 
him until he finally couldn't take any more. Giving in,
he fucked her silly...and had good intentions of pulling
out before he came. Wearing the latest incarnation of 
his prototype sandals, however, Galina wrapped her feet
around the backs of his knees and 
literally forced him to cream inside her--oblivious to 
the danger.

Ultimately, it was too much for Van-Meyo--his heart 
finally gave out, and he now floated in a blissful ease 
above his own body. 

Idly--even as he watched Galina, naked except for her 
golden high-heeled sandals--first attempt to revive him, 
then drag him aft to her ship's emergency cold sleep pod, 
he wondered if he would soon be bound for Heaven or Hell. 

Maybe, he thought, Galina won't get pregnant; I shouldn't 
knock up my biggest fan. Oh well, I hope she isn't too 
upset when she figures out the problem with those 
sandals... 

* * *

Crying--and naked except for her sandals--Galina Barding 
stood looking down at her ship's emergency cold-sleep 
pod, observing the lifeless form of Berrman Van-Meyo 
through the frosted glass. Although she knew first aid, 
she could not re-start Van-Meyo's artificial heart; the 
best she could do was put him on ice and hope that 
doctors in the Core could resuscitate him.

"You poor schmuck," she said, finally, bending down to 
unbuckle her right sandal.

The ankle strap, however, would not unbuckle.

"What the hell?"

It was peculiar; Galina could feel the metal buckles, but 
they wouldn't budge--on the right sandal or the left. The 
PMA material, she realized, was locked into its current 
form...which only Van-Meyo could alter!

"That's just great," Galina muttered, clopping forward 
toward the galley and sitting at the circular dining 
table. Lifting her right foot on her left knee, she then 
began pulling and tugging at the straps, sole and spike 
heel of the vexatious sandal; much as she tried, however-
-flexing her foot, or hooking her thumb underneath the 
vamp and pulling--she could not induce the shoe to budge. 

Although the straps binding her toes and her ankles 
weren't glued to her feet, she could barely squeeze a 
single finger between the straps and her skin, so perfect 
was their fit. 

"This is fucking stupid," Galina said, opening a panel in 
the table and taking out a small serrated steak knife. It 
didn't get much use since Galina's food was mostly 
reconstituted algae, but that was all the better, since 
the blade was nice and sharp. 

Carefully--keeping the sharp edge pointed away from 
herself--she slipped the knife between her heel and ankle 
strap, and started sawing.

Several minutes later, the strap was still in place, but 
the knife was appreciably duller.

"What the hell is this stuff?"

Exasperated, Galina then stood up and clopped forward to 
the ladder to the upper deck. Most of her tools were 
topside, and-while she wasn't about to experiment with 
fusion welders or power saws--she speculated that a good 
old fashion crowbar might work. And the closest thing to 
a crowbar was a 60 cm titanium alloy rod in the space 
suit locker--fitted with a hook so she could stand on the 
lowered belly ramp and reach up to release the water 
intake hoses from their storage compartment, should she 
ever crash land in the wilderness and be forced to 
synthesize her own tritium fuel.

"Okay," Galina muttered, sliding down to the deck 
opposite the airlock control panel. Bracing her left heel 
in a seam in the floor plates, she then lifted her right 
foot once again on her left knee and attempted to wedge 
the rod between her right foot and the sole of her 
sandal; eventually, flexing her right foot and straining 
with the effort, Galina thought it was just about to 
budge...

...when--suddenly--the rod slipped from her sweaty hands 
and shot through the air, flung directly at the airlock 
control panel.
BLANG!

Like a bullet, the rod then ricocheted back in Galina's 
direction and she barely ducked in time to miss it. Of 
greater concern, however, was a fine wisp of white smoke 
now starting to rise from the ventilator grill. Oh, 
shit...! Galina thought, feeling her heart thumping fast 
in her chest.

Then--without warning--the airlock siren began to honk, 
and the corridor was bathed in red emergency lighting. 
"Emergency!" said Holly--the flight computer--over the 
ship's intercom; "decompression imminent!" 

"Oh, shit!" Galina swore, rolling onto her knees and 
scrambling for the hatch to the lower deck. She just made 
it--climbing down the ladder and dogging the hatch behind 
her--as the air lock began to cycle. Then, as she heard 
the whoosh of air and loose material blown out the open 
airlock above, she sat gasping, winded--and still naked--
on the main deck.

"This is not good," she said, finally. "Not good!"

* * *
 
Since the ship was in hyperspace, it was naturally 
sensitive to changes in the ship's configuration...such 
as an open airlock and ejected debris. Thus, Galina was 
not surprised when Holly indicated a 75% probability of 
hyperdrive failure. When the ship eventually came out of 
hyperspace some time in the future, it would probably be 
dozens of light-years from its target point.

"And I would add," Holly noted, "that the hyperdrive has 
become unstable. Once it shuts off, we will probably be 
stranded."

"Go figure," Galina replied, clopping back to her 
stateroom in her heels. Although there was no one to see 
her, she pulled her baggy khaki shorts and blouse back 
on, so she wouldn't feel completely naked as things went 
to hell around her. She had been stranded by drive 
failures before, and knew there was not much she could 
do; she could not guess when the hyperdrive would 
disengage, so all she could do was conserve food and 
water, and try to keep her mind off the prospect of being 
stranded in deep space without fuel, supplies, 
and....eventually...air.

At least, she thought, it can't get much worse.

* * *
 
It got worse the next morning when she went to relieve 
herself in her stateroom's head. 

CONGRATULATIONS , announced the display above the toilet, 
YOU ARE PREGNANT. PER GSS REG. 1228P, OBTAIN MEDICAL 
ASSISTANCE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. IF DESIRED, PERSONAL 
PSYCHOLOGICAL COUNSELING MAY BE OBTAINED FROM SHIP'S 
LIBRARY FILE 2151G: 'NOW YOU ARE A MOTHER'.

Galina stared at the message, stunned. She hadn't 
actually been pregnant since she was 18, and she'd tried 
to 'wing it', doing a gravball jock without protection. 
Of course, that time she got to an automated family-
planning booth in time to donate her 6 week-old embryo to 
a gene vendor; as an alternative to outright abortion, 
that embryo might have been purchased by another woman to 
be implanted in her own womb, or frozen for harvesting of 
fetal tissues. But this time--on a crippled spaceship 
heading for God-knows-where--she might never even see 
another inhabited planet.

"Oh, fuck..." Galina moaned, dropping onto her knees. As 
if it would help, she then idly slipped her thumbs 
between her heels and her ankle straps, but they still 
wouldn't budge.

* * *
 
Six weeks later, the ship finally fell out of hyperspace 
and the hyperdrive promptly exploded, filling the drive 
bay with acrid blue smoke. On the bright side, the ship 
had stumbled across a star system with at least some 
planetary bodies, but Holly confirmed that they were at 
least fifty light-years off course. Out here, the chance 
of rescue would be pretty darn slim.

"How far to the nearest planet? In the habitable zone of 
this star, I mean."

"Six days," Holly replied.

"What do the scanners show? I noticed our tritium is 
nearly gone, after that extended hyperjump."

"That is correct. Fortunately, I am picking up oxygen and 
water on the scanners, with a high albedo."

"Ice," Galina surmised. "Well, it's our only hope. Steer 
for that planet."

With matters of survival in mind, it was certainly a 
minor annoyance that Van-Meyo's sandals still refused to 
come loose from her feet. With the top deck--and most of 
her tools--now open to space, Galina simply got used to 
wearing them all day, and still wearing them when she 
went to sleep. Certain areas of the ship were trickier 
than others--such as the perforated deck plating in the 
drive section, but it became her regular routine to take 
her sonic shower, dress, eat and stand her watch on the 
bridge with the dress sandals as her constant companion.

Then, she made a truly startling discovery.

Since she was only nine weeks pregnant as the ship 
approached the planet, Galina found it peculiar that her 
belly--normally taut and trim--was already starting to 
bulge. Curious about the health of her baby, then, Galina 
finally ran a diagnostic scanner over her belly...and 
discovered she was pregnant with sextuplets.

"Fuck!"

Evidently, Van-Meyo had been right about that stuff 
making her ovulate!

With her water and fuel supplies running low, then, 
Galina was quite depressed as she steered her ship in low 
over the surface of an unexplored, as-yet uninhabited 
world wrapped in glaciers and punctuated by the odd 
volcano. Eventually, she spotted a smooth patch of ice 
and set down on her tripod landing gear, thawing the ice 
immediately below into a shallow pool of slightly warmer 
ice water with her thrusters. 

With the ship's fuel processor, that melted glacial ice 
could eventually make more tritium--and would supply 
drinking water ad infinitum--but there was no obvious 
multicellular life on the scanners, making hunting and 
foraging unlikely. And, since her hyperdrive was shot--
with the hyperdrive regulator sustaining irreparable 
damage--she would soon be trying to stretch a six-
month supply of survival rations indefinitely. With six 
babies growing in her belly, that would be a trick--and 
her mind began to run to a nightmare vision of the 
future; some--if not all--of her children would probably 
abort spontaneously as her womb was stretched to its 
limit, and any that survived would have a short, cold, 
miserable life.

"Is it safe to go out?" Galina asked, finally, shaking 
herself from her dark thoughts.

"Pressure and gas mix are within acceptable limits, but 
the temperature is well below zero."

Galina rolled her eyes; with her stupid sandals, she 
couldn't well wear any boots, but she would have to go 
outside to lower the water intake hoses. Bitter and 
grumpy, she thus slipped on a thermal survival suit and 
parka, and clopped aft to open the lower hull ramp. Sure 
enough, a rush of cold air blew up around her feet and 
she wondered if maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Resigned to misery, however, Galina stepped down the ramp 
with ginger, mincing steps. The slight tugging of her 
ankle straps at her heels, and the slight pinching of her 
toes by their vamps, were familiar by now, but Galina 
desperately wished she knew how to change them into a 
pair of fur-lined boots.

"Oh, that's fucking cold!" Galina swore, finally stepping 
into the water at the end of the ramp. She would have to 
go a bit further to reach the access panel for the hoses, 
but presently she felt the water rush over her toes and 
flow around her insteps, instantly numbing her feet. 

To hell with boots, she thought; why can't this damn PMA 
stuff fix my hyperdrive!

Even as Galina clenched her teeth and took a sucking 
breath, however, she felt something peculiar. At first 
she thought she was slipping in the water--and fell 
backward onto the dry portion of the ramp; however, 
looking down, she saw that her sandals were beginning to 
melt, the vamps and ankle straps pouring across her flesh 
and into the water.

Numb with shock, Galina did not react until the shoes 
were completely gone.

Go figure, she thought--stumbling back up the ramp on her 
hands and knees--cold water! Freezing cold water 
dissolves those fuckers!

* * * 

Back aboard ship, Galina crawled to her stateroom and 
wrapped her feet--numb and sore beyond belief--in the 
blankets from her bunk. 
Minutes later, aware the aft hatch was still open, she 
called Holly on the intercom.

"Captain," Holly replied, "good news. The hyperdrive is 
back on line."

"What? How?"

"Unknown."

"Oh, very well. Plot a course for the nearest scout base-
-best guess. I'll go lower the water intakes."

* * *
 
Six weeks later, Galina--wearing a loose white dress 
gathered with a sash below her bulging belly, and a pair 
of wedge-heeled mules-- squeezed through her topside 
airlock hatch, and into the interior of Way Station 
Gamma. Along with a three-man medical team, Commander 
Gerhard Bazyl was stunned when she finally pulled up to 
her full height before them, revealing the grossly 
distended swelling of her abdomen. Ironically, the effect 
was all the more striking with her dress gathered up as 
it was--she looked as if she was ready to drop any 
minute--and Bazyl immediately tried to calculate where he 
was nine months earlier.

Oh my God, he thought; I was on a mission with Galina! 

"Uh, Galina...?"

"I think I might be pregnant," Galina said. "Oh, by the 
way, I've got Mr. Van-Meyo on ice."

Acknowledging that, the medics promptly rushed aboard.

"What the hell?" Bazyl said. "This is a joke, right?"

"No, I'm pregnant, all right," Galina said, holding her 
belly. 

"Some polymorphic matter from Mr. Van-Meyo's heart 
interfered with my birth control, and now I'm in a family 
way." 

"Okay..."

"I was stranded, actually, for a couple months, but the 
most amazing thing happened. The same polymorphic matter-
-well, from my shoes--crawled up inside the engine well 
and fixed the hyperdrive. Apparently, this stuff can 
actually absorb impressions directly from the mind of the 
user, and it actually absorbed my knowledge of the 
hyperdrive, and my desire to fix it. I think it actually 
morphed itself into a new hyperjump regulator, which was 
the part that was broken."

"Huh?"

"I'll...fill you in later. Meanwhile, is there a gene 
vendor on this boat?"

"Galina, you can't donate a full-term fetus!"

"Actually I'm just 15 weeks along," she said, adding--
sheepishly, "I'm pregnant with sextuplets." 

Bazyl stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Holy shit..."

"Oh, and I can feel them kick!" Galina said, resting her 
hands on her belly and looking up with surprise.

"Jesus, we'd better get you to a doctor..." Bazyl said 
finally, extending his arm to her. "In a hurry." 

"You're so gallant," Galina said, accepting his arm and 
waddling along beside him.

"Sextuplets...wow," Bazyl said, after a long moment 
walking beside her. "You know, there was a rash of 
pregnancies on the last ship Mr. Van-Meyo was on."

"You don't say."

"I only just found out about it. The skipper, Oona Veldt, 
resigned her commission--and now she's six months 
pregnant with triplets! She's even bigger than you are!" 

"Thanks."

"And you should see her radio chief! Quintuplets!"

"Why didn't they just give them up to a gene vendor?" 
Galina asked.

"I don't know. Poor Oona's never had a baby...maybe she 
feels guilty about letting them go."

Galina shook her head, imagining those poor women. For 
her part, she knew she had no business being a mother, 
and was glad to turn her brood over to mothers who would 
actually want to raise them.

"Well, one thing's for certain," Galina said. "Van-Meyo's 
going to be paying on some paternity suits--him or his 
estate."

Bazyl nodded.

"Say, Galina," Bazyl said, after a long moment, "are you 
absolutely positive that I didn't...you know." 

But Galina simply smiled, declining to reply.

In fact, she wasn't positive about that at all...but 
things were complicated enough as they were!


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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the 
hands of children. They should be outside playing in the 
sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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