“I like your sandals.”

Mirabel jumped in surprise, thinking she was alone at Astrid Vega Spaceport. But she turned to meet...

Oh my...!

Mirabel had never met the man before, but every teen girl on Regina knew Hugo Birnbaum by reputation: the babymaker! Not that he was especially much to look at; grey-haired and balding, Hugo looked a hundred if he looked a day. Yet even Mirabel, naive virginal Mirabel, felt something strange about him...

Mirabel herself was just a bit taller than Hugo ~ but mainly because of those 20 cm heels Hugo seemed to like. They were archless white wedges ~ not normally something Mirabel would wear but her friends said any boy with a foot fetish would instantly jerk off to the sight of her bare soles, supported by nothing at all between the balls of her feet and her insoles. Mirabel affected to find that gross, but actually found these chunky archless wedges light and easy to walk in. Of course they also left her feet absolutely exposed to tickling, feathering and other pranks, but just the thought of some boy nutting to the sight of her bare soles in her strappy wedges made Mirabel’s pussy tingle.

Otherwise, Mirabel thought herself an average 16-year old, pale skin, short blonde hair with black tips, tied-off culottes and a midriff baring top. Her mom had just let her get her ears pierced and she wore a pair of silver hoop earrings. At first Mirabel was embarrassed to wear them, but after several boys complimented them (and seemed to notice those archless fuck-me sandals) Mirabel made a point of wearing both all the time...

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Mirabel said, stumbling awkwardly in her high heels; “am I in your way? I didn’t think there’d be a flight for another hour...”

“Not at all,” Hugo said, catching Mirabel before she fell. “I keep my seeker here...

“But ... shouldn’t you be at school?”

Mirabel flushed, noticing Hugo’s erection through his pants.

“Um ... no ... it’s summer break; I ~ um ~ my folks ~ let me come to Astrid Vega to visit the museums...”

“Oh, you must be a very smart girl!”

“Well, I don’t know about that...” Mirabel admitted.

Then...

Holy shit, where am I am? And what is that thing...?!

The latter was easier to answer: 18 centimeters of beautiful man-meat (actually the first Mirabel has ever seen in person) capped with a helmet that looked like it could tear a girl in two! No less so herself, as Hugo pushed it gently into her vestibule, popped her cherry and thrust deeper amongst blood and pussyjuice.

“Nrrrrgh...!”

As for where, Mirabel wasn’t stupid; even as the man-meat split her open, she lifted her eyes up dizzily and realized this was a lovebooth. Hugo was fucking her in a public lovebooth!

“So tight...” Hugo said, pushing deeper, deeper, deeper, then meeting her cervix with his proud helmet. Mirabel was simply stunned, vaguegly aware of Hugo’s nutsack on her ass as he paused a moment deep inside her. Sure, she’d fucked herself with a hot dog now and then, but Hugo’s cock felt like it was going to break her hipbone it was so big! And then he started thrusting, churning her juices, and Mirabel whimpered in surprise.

“Please, what? ... wait! It’s too big...! What are you doing...?!”

“I think you might be one of mine...” Hugo said, as he took Mirabel by her thighs and started grinding firmly, deeply. “So tight...!”

Mirabel found the comment mystifying, no less so as Hugo was burrowing balls-deep in her virgin pussy! Why? she thought. Why? there’s nothing special about me; I’m just some girl! But oh, that feels so good...!

Wet, slapping, slurping sex ~ and Mirabel realizing she was still fully-dressed; Hugo had simply slit open the hem of her culottes.

“Nice titties...” Hugo said, opening her top to expose her 36C’s; “I wonder who your mom was...?”

Hugo was pumping faster now, and Mirabel’s heart raced.

“Hugo, wait! No! Don’t cum in me...!”

“Close now...” Hugo said, leaning in to suck on Mirabel’s left tit; “you’ll be a good mommy for our baby...”

“Urnggghhhh!!!” Mirabel grunted, but the way Hugo had her there was no escape; in a humiliating moment, Mirabel felt Hugo rise up to crush her clitoris between their pubic bones (making her come!), then felt Hugo thrust and stiffen as he sprayed his love-milk inside her. Legends said he had billions of sperm in every load, and billions were now soaking her cervix, flooding her womb, raping her ovaries...!

Mirabel lay there a long moment, too stunned to even think. Hugo was still inside her, but still now. Then Hugo was bending her right foot down to release it from its vamp, then licking and sucking at her toes. It felt weird ~ she could feel the heavy weight of the shoe hanging loose around her ankle ~ but Hugo continued sucking her pinky toe for a long moment, then she felt a new stiffness inside her and Hugo began to fuck her again.

“Unghhh...!” Mirabel grunted, as Hugo thrust deep again. “Too deep...!”

But Mirabel was simply caught off-guard as Hugo resumed grinding her again. Bringing her feet up to his ass (one bare, one still sandal-shod) Mirabel pulled him deeper, even as she felt his nutsack slap heavy against her ass again. So much sperm! she thought; so much sperm...!

“Please, Hugo, don’t...! Please, Mom will kill me...!”

But Hugo seemed oblivious, grinding Mirabel’s teen clitoris to another orgasm, churning the sloppy mess in her pussy with his plunging weapon, then spurting inside her again. Mirabel was stunned, but no less stunned as Hugo STILL remained hard, and her nipples began oozing milk. It was astonishing; she’d never had a baby. (Indeed she was a virgin ~ until a few minutes ago, at least.)

Milk? What the fuck, how? I can’t have milk...!

Yet she did, and Hugo lapped it up happily as he fucked her full of his cum again, and again, and again...

Through it all, Mirabel was vaguely away of repulsorlift thrusters whining ~ surely shuttles landing and leaving ~ but she lost all sense of time as her once-tight pussy was filled to overflowing again and again. And through it all the thought: I’m not that pretty. Or cute. Why are you so obsessed with me...?

A nap, then when she came to. Mirabel was alone in the lovebooth, now with both sandals hanging loose by ankle-straps around her ankles. Still fully-clothed, but her thighs absolutely soaked with pussy-juice and cum. Gaia, could she ride a shuttle home like this...?

Mirabel sat up in the lovebooth (embarrassed by an audible squelch! as her ass landed in a puddle of lovejuice). She could almost imagine it might have been a dream, but her (once) virgin hole was absolutely pouring cream. Unless she’d masturbated the fuck out of her poor pussy, this was no dream!

Looking for some sense of normalcy, Mirabel lifted first left foot then right to tuck her toes into their vamps (and also noted a crusty residue on her left sole; had the old man cum on her foot?) Then again, she found a crusty residue on her boobs, and her neck, and her face too; plus, too, the river of semen oozing from her pussy, how much had the old man cum? Surely she wasn’t that incredible!

Dream ... Mirabel thought ... just a dream.

Then her hand landed on something left on the lovebooth cushions, and she was glad it wasn’t soaked in cum too. Bearing the mark of Sternmetal Horizons, it was a platinum bond certificate with a value of 5000 credits. A small fortune.

Cum-soaked culottes and all, Mirabel stumbled out of the lovebooth to find no one nearby. Least of all Hugo. But a shuttle arrived shortly, with thankfully a robot pilot and no human passengers. Even Mirabel knew she reeked of sex, and self-consciously hid herself at the back of the shuttle even though surely no one would ever notice or care. Ocean, clouds, islands, flew by, but Mirabel was lost in a reverie as the shuttle flew on to Credo City. Even with the bond certificate in hand, Mirabel debarked in a daze and wanted nothing more than to go home and go to bed. Indeed, she could almost believe it was all a dream, except she woke up the next morning still oozing cream from her virgin pussy. And ... with a light squeeze of her taut nips ... lactating!

Seriously! Mirabel thought, looking at herself in a truway mirror; I’m not that beautiful! Why would anyone want to fuck me...?

If only she’d been high or drunk or stoned, Mirabel could have passed it off on that, but she wasn’t that type of girl. Maybe she just had a really good imagination...

As school was still out, Mirabel dressed casually, unsure about wearing those archless sandals again. Then again, she was just going to meet her friend Leah for a lunch date; why not...?

“Hey, Mirabel, like the fuck-me-sandals.”

Mirabel blushed, and stumbled in her sandals. Leah was cuter than her, a petite redhead in a cute pleated skirt and burgundy fuck-me sandals; also a virgin, but not for want of boys trying to hit on her. Also odd, a Christian chross. Leah was actually a devout Catholic, odd in this day and age.

“Are you making fun of me?”

“No, you have cute feet! If I were a boy I’d totally squirt all over your feet!”

Mirabel was about to say that was gross until she remembered Hugo sucking on her toes, and that peculiar crust on her feet.

“Are you just messing with me? I mean they’re comfortable, but...”

“Good Gaia, Mirabel,” Leah said, “do you not realize how beautiful you are? I mean it’s cool you’re modest, but every boy in school wants to fuck you.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously!”

“Leah, I was just visiting Astrid Vega, and I think Hugo fucked me.”

Leah was incredulous.

“Hugo Birnbaum?”

Mirabel nodded.

“Oh my God! Are you sure?”

“I wasn’t sure ... but when I came home my panties were soaked with cum, and my pussy wouldn’t stop flowing.”

“Jesus Gaia, girl, have you taken an EPT?”

“A what?”

“A pregnancy test, girl! They say Hugo knocks up every girl he fucks!”

Again Mirabel flushed.

“Leah, you’re embarrassing me! I mean, maybe I just imagined it...”

“Like, you’re going to imagine 5 kilos of baby boy you try to squeeze out in 8 months.”

“5 kilos?”

“They say he makes big ones,” Leah said, with a nod.

Clunking along on her archless heels, Mirabel made her way to a vendor booth and stepped inside. She’d never even imagined entering such a place (automated reproductive services) but she could still almost feel Hugo’s sperm teeming inside her. It was almost frightenening; she assumed a girl could only conceive one baby at a time, but rumor had it Hugo had fathered 10,000 children across the sector. What if his sperm could actualy get up inside a girl’s ovaries, rape her baby eggs and give her quintuplets, octuplets, nonuplets...?

DESIRED SERVICE...?

Mirabel blushed again, spreading her legs before a robot probe.

“Am I ... pregnant...?”

A moment’s pause, then YES, PREGNANCY DETECTED.

Holy shit! It really did happen!

“I ... what? How far along am I...?”

FIRST TRIMESTER, THIRD WEEK; ZYGOTE FORMING, IMPLANTATION PENDING.

“What the fuck? I’m not a doctor ~ what does that mean?”

NORMAL DEVELOPMENT OF THE EMBRYO WILL PROCEED FOLLOWING IMPLANTATION THROUGH WEEK EIGHT; YOUR FETUS WILL LIKELY BE VIABLE BY 22 WEEKS. ABORTION OR ADOPTION BY GENE VENDOR IS PROHIBITED ON REGINA BEYOND 15 WEEKS.

Mirabel was simply stunned, observing a deep scan of a tiny blob of cells in her tummy descending toward her womb. Just a 10th grader, she really had been fucked and impregnated! All that cum, all that sperm, Hugo really had flooded her with his babymaking juice! She was going to have a baby!

IS TERMINATION DESIRED?

“Termination, no...! But what about the gene vendor...?”

FIRST TRIMESTER ABORTION IS AVAILABLE FOR 25 CREDITS. GENE VENDOR ADOPTION IS AVAIALABLE FOR 35 CREDITS. DESIRABLE DNA MAY WARRANT A REFUND OF CREDITS.

Mirabel stared at the screen; 25 credits was no small amount for a high school girl without a job, let alone 35. 35 would take virtually every credit she had. Then again, there was that 5000 credit certificate; how could she redeem that? Could she just go to the bank and cash it in? Would the bank even believe it was real?