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I said I was thinking of a sequel, I hope it was worth the wait.\n\nI did enjoy these two, but to be honest I am absolutely sure I fucked up the pacing on this one. It was very hard to get myself round to the sex at the end, the whole build-up really did it for me, and personally I'd have ended it with a cuddle and watching the hatching. But When I knuckled down to do the intimates, I decided looking into the exploration of their differences would be fun.\n\nThat said, I was very disgusted by my researches. So, for bears, barely any solid material to read, but snakes, I was inundated with images of dissections. The fact the papers of bear anatomy is so sparse on actual sources, speaks very much to different values conservationists put on each organism. Shameful.\n\nBut, anyway, away from such disgusting topics, as always I hope people have enjoyed, I am up for commissions if you want one, or would not say no to a tip if you can spare it.\n\nDistantly I can imagine a final part in this saga involving the kids when they've grown up. Something something difficulty finding compatible partners, inbreeding, sperm donating, etc. But it feels very self indulgent and I have other things I should get back to writing.\n\nCannonically, Brad and Sophia will live together for eight years, after which small problems between them both, and the age difference, will prove too much. They part tearfully, but without animosity, and that separation lets them appreciate each other again. Eventually Brad retires, and supplements his pension with wood-working, while Sophia goes on to become a team leader and board member for the company. The kids split their time with both their parents, a case of an amicable and beneficial divorce.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Sequel to Sleep Demons

Here's to you peacem92. I said I was thinking of a sequel, I hope it was worth the wait.

I did enjoy these two, but to be honest I am absolutely sure I fucked up the pacing on this one. It was very hard to get myself round to the sex at the end, the whole build-up really did it for me, and personally I'd have ended it with a cuddle and watching the hatching. But When I knuckled down to do the intimates, I decided looking into the exploration of their differences would be fun.

That said, I was very disgusted by my researches. So, for bears, barely any solid material to read, but snakes, I was inundated with images of dissections. The fact the papers of bear anatomy is so sparse on actual sources, speaks very much to different values conservationists put on each organism. Shameful.

But, anyway, away from such disgusting topics, as always I hope people have enjoyed, I am up for commissions if you want one, or would not say no to a tip if you can spare it.

Distantly I can imagine a final part in this saga involving the kids when they've grown up. Something something difficulty finding compatible partners, inbreeding, sperm donating, etc. But it feels very self indulgent and I have other things I should get back to writing.

Cannonically, Brad and Sophia will live together for eight years, after which small problems between them both, and the age difference, will prove too much. They part tearfully, but without animosity, and that separation lets them appreciate each other again. Eventually Brad retires, and supplements his pension with wood-working, while Sophia goes on to become a team leader and board member for the company. The kids split their time with both their parents, a case of an amicable and beneficial divorce.", "writing": "What the hell should she wear? What the hell should she prepare? What the hell do you do when the guy you forced yourself on, got pregnant by, and laid their eggs, calls you up and says \"I think we should talk,\"?\n\nSophia thrashed about her compact bedroom, the small green snake in a flurry of feverish activity. The phone flung on the bed, her body as naked as when she hatched. Deep viridian scales shining healthy on her shapely hips and long tail, pale ventrals highlighting her somewhat swollen little assets. She'd been relaxing in what had become an unplanned break from work, luxuriating in the heat. And then he'd called. The person she'd spent the past months avoiding like the plague.\n\nEyes shooting nervous glances to the heated nest box with every spin and turn, Sophia fretted her way through her whole wardrobe twice. Inside the snug, warm, moist plastic container, four large eggs sat. Nestled in cotton, on a warm water bed, she'd laid them shortly after coming home from her business trip, and, after waiting, had taken them to the doctors to have an ultrasound.\n\nOut of her clutch of ten, she walked away that day with four soft packages, and an uncertain future as a young, single mother.\n\n\"Okay, come on, there's no hiding it, you both know what you did. Just... apologise, and, say you were drunk, and... fuck...\"\n\nShe grabbed her good shirt, and a professional skirt that could be synched tight about her hips. Plain, simple, mature. All she could hope was that he'd be understanding, hear her out, and not call the police or-\n\nHer doorbell buzzed.\n\nHer eyes went wide.\n\nShit.\n\nShit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.\n\n\"O-on my way,\" she called, slithering to the door, her tail dragging, feeling the weight of a thousand tonnes of guilt.\n\nOutside, dressed in his Sunday best, looking ready to go to a funeral with his gut sucked all the way in, Brad was fretting in much the same way. Ready to face the music.\n\n\"It's the right thing to do,\" he told himself, \"you lost control, made a mess, screwed up her life, you can't just... pretend it didn't happen.\"\n\nStepping back from the buzzer, he ran his fingers through his shaggy brown fur to try and smooth it flat again. It'd been a good life, and he was ready for the consequences, just... he didn't want his lasting memory on the world to be \"That bear that was secretly a monster the whole time.\". Three decades of service to the company, helping others rise up and pass him, making good friends, being a role model, having them call him \"Papa bear\" all flushed away because he couldn't keep it in his pants.\n\n\"Come on, Brad, you got this, just... go in, face up to your mistake, apologise, offer to pay for child support, or-\"\n\nThe door opened a crack, and an intensely ringed eye peered up from inside.\n\n\"C-c-come in...\"\n\nBrad swallowed hard, feeling his palms going damp with sweat. \"H-hey, Sophia, um, look, about, well, about, um, I just-\"\n\nHe stumbled forward, feeling a little weak in the knees. This was it, he was about to toss it all away, his career, his dignity, everything. He deserved it, of course, for what he'd done to her, but still, you don't just walk up the gallows and feel no regret for what brought you there.\n\nInside, Sophia's little apartment was neat, if sparse, and uncomfortably tropical for the shaggy man with his thick coat. She'd clearly tried to tidy up, but had not intended to host anyone by the discreetly hidden stacks of old letters, forgotten mugs, and unsorted ornaments. \n\n\"W-would, you, um, l-like some tea? O-or, um, some, I don't know, anything?\" She mumbled, barely able to meet his gaze, while the bear felt like his own eyes were ready to fall out of their sockets.\n\n\"No, thank you, I... Sophia, look, I can't...\" The big man felt his words drying up, the pressure, the tension, it all made his chest feel so tight, like he couldn't breathe, or speak. It was hot, boiling, he was glad he'd slathered himself in deodorant before getting out the car, otherwise he'd stink of sweaty bear in no time.\n\nSophia's heart was pounding, tongue flicking endlessly as she looked up into those big, round, sad eyes. She could taste him, that heavy pine scent that always came with him. Should she try to get out in front of him? Take control of the conversation and just, say it, get it over with? What did he even want, what do you even give someone who you took advantage of like she had?\n\nBrad shifted from paw to paw.\n\nSophia's tail squirmed and twisted.\n\nThey were going to say something, their mouth was opening, eyes wide, any second and they would-\n\n\"I'm so sorry for-\"\n\n\"I didn't mean to-\"\n\nTheir voices burst out simultaneously, with each so determined to own up to their misdeeds that they misread the other's expression. But each pressed on, resolute to rip the bandage off and get it over with.\n\n\"- It was wrong of me-\" [i]You don't need to be brave, Soph, I deserve to...[/i]\n\n\"- I don't know why I-\"[i] Stop trying to be a good man, Brad, and just let me say...[/i]\n\nTheir words clashed like sabres, making them both stop and start, before trying again, more forcefully to wrestle the noose out of the other's hands and hang themselves already.\n\n\"- I can't bare to think what you're-\"\n\n[i]Shut up and stop making this harder...[/i]\n\n\"- It was stupid, I was the one who-\"\n\n[i]Oh god, why won't you let me...[/i]\n\n\"- I should have known, you were drunk-\"\n\n[i]What do you even have to apologise for, you didn't...[/i]\n\n\"- You were sleeping and I just-\"\n\n[i]I can't say fix this if you keep...[/i]\n\nThey both stalled, eyes meeting in confusion. \"W-wait, what? What was that?\"\n\n\"I don't think I heard that right, Sophia. Could you... say it again?\" Brad's voice was faint, almost breathless in the growing tension.\n\nThe green-scaled beauty shook her head, eyes closed in resignation. \"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. But I, well, while you were... sleeping, I just... I couldn't help myself and...\"\n\nBrad blinked, mouth falling open a little, eyes bulging out. \"What are you, what? Are you saying, you're sorry for... what I did?\"\n\n\"W-wait, Brad, what?\" She started to panic, as she saw him step closer, his eyes, his whole body radiating something she couldn't quite comprehend. \"W-what did you, did you-\"\n\n\"I'm the one who should be apologising! I was the one that took advantage of you while you were vulnerable. Sophia, I... I don't have words, I did something unforgivable, and now you're living with the consequences of my actions and I can't, I can't bare the thought that...\"\n\nSophia shook her head, a little faster now, a little more emphatic. \"What, wait, but you were asleep, how could you-\"\n\n\"You were drunk, you probably can't remember it right-\"\n\n\"Oh no, I definitely... unless you were awake when I was...\"\n\nThe pair both stopped again, heads each spinning with the revelations of the other. Each painting a picture in their minds that was completely wrong, contradictory, but most importantly, made their moments of weakness, into a shared failure on both their parts.\n\n\"So... you, uh, knew, well, I mean, you know that I...\" Brad stuttered, looking away, and fumbling with his fingers. \"Oh, um, I guess, so you, you didn't mind?\"\n\nSophia felt her long body twisting about in nervous energy. \"Oh, well, it, um, wasn't planned or anything, but... well, I don't think it was... something I hadn't, thought about, a little. I, well, I did... I was a little drunk, and, um, well, you... you were just...\"\n\nBrad's big hand covered his eyes, a blush forming on his cheeks and a lump rising in his throat. \"Oh, Sophia, I just... I shouldn't have...\"\n\n\"N-no, I, should have checked, and...\"\n\nTheir words were expended, nothing left to say as they stared at the floor, the walls, ceiling, anywhere but at each other. Finally, the overheating bear coughed.\n\n He tried his hardest to be casual, but there was a subject he had to raise. \"So, I heard, you're, taking some leave?\"\n\nHer forked tongue licked out, quick and nervous, tasting air thick with pine and bear, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly.\n\n\"Yes, I, ah... well, so you heard I'm...\"\n\n\"Going to be, uhh, starting a family soon. So, should I, ask if, you know... or...\"\n\nSophia gulped wetly, intense eyes looking up at the big man dominating her lounge. She'd seen him awkward, embarrassed, usually whenever the latest trend blew straight past him, but she didn't think she'd ever seen Brad scared before. His large hands flexed, his tree trunk legs shifting back and forth, more animated than she's ever before seen the often casual and supine bear.\n\nHer own body knotting, just as agitated in the tension. She'd had time to think, a little anyway, and resolve herself to managing the best she could without getting him involved. Now here he was, in front of her, practically begging to know if they were his. But did he actually want that? Or did \"Papa bear\" not want the Papa to be quite so literal?\n\n\"I, haven't been with... anyone else, so, if you want that to mean...\" She started, giving him an off-ramp, feeling his overpowering presences. His sheer bulk and thick flavour making her small and fragile. Was she actually afraid of how he'd act?\n\nBrad stepped towards her a little, almost tripping on his own paws. \"It's, up to you, Sophia. Whatever you, um, decide, I'd like to help, however I can. Child support, anything, it's only fair-\"\n\n\"No, no Brad, this was me. I don't expect anything from you. It's not fair to guilt you into sharing my... mistake.\" She waved her hands as if to shoo the responsibility away from him. She'd find a way, she could always reach out to family if it got too hard, she couldn't possibly...\n\nA large, hot, slightly damp paw, took her flailing hand, bringing her to a startled stop. Brad stood over her, just holding it, giving a gentle squeeze of support.\n\n\"Soph, I, wouldn't mind, being there, for you, them, if... you know, that's something you want,\" the big bear murmured, sounding as lost and flustered as her. \"It, doesn't have to be much, just an uncle or, babysitter, but I wouldn't, I couldn't bear to...\"\n\nA flutter in her chest, the young snake's tongue was lashing wildly. Stomach still a tangle of nerves, she felt a weight lift off her slim shoulders. A tingle down her body. She didn't know how to respond, all those built up scenarios and conversations in her head falling apart before his choice to be a decent man, and the revelations of their foolish fun together.\n\n\"Would... do you want to, see them?\" She hesitated, tugging gently on the big mitt with her dainty fingers.\n\nBrad licked his own dry lips, raising large, soft brown eyes, and giving her a nod.\n\n\"Y-yes, I didn't know if you'd have, already had them or, but, yes, I'd like that.\"\n\nShe led him by the paw, slowing so he could squeeze about the space made for someone her size, but not letting go. Not when they got to her bedroom door, not when she tugged him inside, and not when they were standing in front of the incubator.\n\n\"O-oh, I didn't... I thought they'd...\" Blushing and burning, or just so hot as to achieve the same result, Brad tugged and loosened his collar as he looked into the transparent plastic contained with its four featureless occupants.\n\n\"R-right, they haven't hatched yet. But it probably won't be much longer, maybe another week, at least my doctor thinks. It's a little hard to know seeing as you're... we're... well,\" her eyes swept up and down his bulk, just as her free hand gestured to herself.\n\nHybrids could happen to anyone, but the bigger the discrepancy, the more wild and difficult the results could be. Regular ultrasounds and chemo-analysis had assured her these four were alive and looked viable, but there was still no guarantee that their children would... well, that was something she'd... they'd, deal with it if it happened.\n\n\"Sorry,\" it was his turn to rub the back of his neck, \"of course, you're a reptile, should have known they wouldn't be crawling around the place. Probably best right? Imagine if they'd been my size coming out.\"\n\nHis attempt to laugh off the tension got him a small smile, but also a wince as Sophia considered just how awful that would have been. A nice soft egg was fine, the thought of a hefty, furry, wriggling, something, squeezing down her cloaca, was not a fun one.\n\n\"But, wow, so... I guess, we should, think about how we're going to do this. Uh, the parenting thing, you know.\"\n\nSophia, tongue flickering in her nerves, found the whole moment too much. \"Yes, I guess,\" she sat on the edge of her bed, deflating with the sound of air escaping a pipe. \"I know, well, I've tried to think about how it would all be, but... so...\" She felt him sit next to her, his weight making her sink down, and into his side.\n\nBrad coughed again, feeling the heat truly working under his shirt. He slackened his tie, and shrugged off his jacket, feeling like a giant in her world.\n\n\"Well, I don't want to be, jumping the gun or anything. But, I have a house, with plenty of space. Freda, my ex-wife, she and I had thought about a family and, well, it's all going to waste with just me.\" He scratched his thick neck, looking away from the slim figure leaning on his arm. \"Sorry, I guess that's... forward? And, you probably have plans of your own-\"\n\nSophia swallowed again, shaking her head. She had thought about just that, well, not asking him for a house, but that her small flat was going to be a lot smaller with four bear sized hatchlings. But that would mean...\n\n\"I don't want to be a burden on you, Brad. I couldn't just take over your home like that,\" she protested weakly, even as they shifted closer on the bed, fingers intertwining. \"It's, just, wouldn’t be fair on you. I didn't mean for this to... put your life on hold.\"\n\nHe scratched his chin, a blush burning in his face at the look of those imploring eyes. \"It's sort of on pause anyway, not really doing much, just the same old routine. Really, probably a good thing to, have a little change in my life. And, I'd like to be around, for... you know, whatever.\"\n\nBroad green lips creased around her arrow head face, unbidden as tension evaporated. She didn't know how it came to this, months of agonising and avoidance, and all it had taken was a few minutes of just, talking! A door forward creaked open for her, a hopeful glimmer of a bright world beyond, after all that time fretting and consigning herself to difficult choices and single parenthood.\n\n\"Brad... I... That's so, kind, I don't know what to say, what I can do to, make it up to you,\" she stuttered, the old bear looking so flustered and shy, a polar opposite of his lumbering frame. So different, so gentle and welcoming, she couldn't help burying her features in his big, floppy bulk.\n\nHis strong arms engulfed her, holding the slinky reptile to his chest in a warm, fuzzy cocoon. \"Soph, you don't have to worry about it. I just, would like to be there for you, and them.\"\n\nThe relief already drowning everything in oxytocin, the feel of his large furry frame enfolding her, had the small snake hissing her comfort in seconds, eyes blinking out happy tears. This man was a lifesaver, a line thrown to a drowning creature. And just like that, the bear and the reptile had moved past the awkward, regretful talk, and onto a level of mutual understanding.\n\n\"So,\" her serpent heart sped with the glow of relief, and the tactile warmth, \"how would we handle the living arrangements?\"\n\nBrad's hand moved on an instinct, stroking a shoulder and subconsciously marvelling at how smoothly the shirt slid across her scales.\n\n\"Well, I've got a spare room, and an office I can move to make room for the kids. But uh, might have to sort the air conditioning for you, it's a little tropical in here for me.\"\n\n\"Right, sorry, the office is always kind of chilly for me, that's why I'm always in sweaters.\" Her tongue flicked out, as she drew deep breaths, pulling in more bear, more pine, more Brad. \"I don't mind if you, take your shirt off for a bit, if you want to.\"\n\n\"I mean, if it's not too awkward for you...\" A bare token of resistance to the idea, he was sweltering in the reptile's house, and the moment was not lost on the seasoned divorcee. Alone with an attractive younger woman, one he had intimate knowledge of, sitting on her bed, talking about her moving into his house with him. Brad was old-fashioned, a bear of a past era, but he was not an idiot, nor a monk, and a spark of a libidinous urge lit in his lower pair of brains.\n\n\"Well, it's not like I haven't seen it all before. Oh, um, not that I mean, seeing all of you again, just, so we're both comfy. Together,\" Sophia burned in her usually cool scales, tongue lashing once again as she got hot and bothered. The spark inside Brad kindling in her too. Her intense eyes watched unblinkingly, as he unbuttoned the rest of the way, revealing acres of thick brown pelt, exotic to her, and as inviting as ever.\n\n\"A-and,\" she hesitated only the briefest second, looking up at his broad face with its soft features, \"if it's too cold, I could always, cuddle up to you, at night...\" Was that too bold, too much? Was she so eager and easy she'd openly flirt with the man she'd thrown herself on?\n\n\"I... guess so, could save on heating bills, and space, sharing a bed. Wouldn't be the first time...\" He had to be smooth, slow, gentle, couldn't rush this, couldn't think with only his libido. \"We're both adults, after all.\"\n\nThe shirt hit the floor, and her snout found his fur. A deep taste of him reminded Sophia exactly why her instincts on that night before had drawn her to his chest. Warmth and pine tickled her forked tongue, and made her coils twist and wind. He was not a muscular or fit man, but had an appeal that couldn't be denied, soft, cosy, non-threatening, like a favourite blanket. It was very easy to understand how he got the moniker \"papa bear\", and now, it was literal.\n\nThe bear in question was letting the inner predator out, paw travelling his future house-mate's slinky side, till it cupped a skirted cheek, and toyed at the tucked shirt. Not long after, a few fingers had found their way under, rubbing slippery scales and marvelling at the exotic texture.\n\nSophia was a little more cautious, her own hands sliding up his bare back, feeling the strength hidden under the padding, but also the tension. She wasn't the only one with nerves and worries. It was far easier to make a move on someone, however dubiously legal it was, when drunk off your tail. But with both of them fully sober, conscious, and aware of the differences between them, suddenly sex went from the logical conclusion, to a minefield to navigate.\n\nBut she did want it, and it seemed so did he. So her small hands roamed his back, while her face marauded through the thick field of fur. Reciprocating in turn, Brad's paws grew bolder, the one up her shirt paired with the second, which hovered in the small of her back, just shy of daring to venture lower.\n\n\"Soph, is this, okay?\" He murmured, needs entangled. The need in his pants, and those in his head. This time, he told himself, there would be no regrets or doubts.\n\nHer long, winding body coiled tight, his scent, his heat, her desire all a heady cocktail in the air. Sophia wanted to just melt into him, into the bear who had not only forgiven her, but was ready to share his life with her.\n\n\"Feels, good so far,\" she admitted, the almost alien motion of another rubbing her back had her flustered, \"do you mind if, I um, take mine off too?\"\n\n\"If you’re okay with it. I, uh, liked what I saw... Last time, I mean.\" Brad stumbled, a blush burning in his ears. He didn't know if that was the right thing to say, if it was too forward or not enough. Did she want him to lead? Or was she looking for an opening? When did things become so complicated? As a young man it had all been so simple. All he could do was swallow, and commit. \"Here, let me get that for you.\"\n\nMassive fingers enveloped delicate hands, as button after button fell before their head-long plunge, each breathing hard as the barriers between them broke down, shed like snake skin.\n\n\"You're beautiful,\" he murmured, eyes tracking the shocking break in colour from crisp white cotton, to deep viridian green, to pale cream belly. Beneath the shirt she hadn’t bothered with a bra, her breasts appearing only slightly larger than he recalled, still pert, and stiff, but fitting on her slim-line frame.\n\nSophia's hands were busy with his trousers, the buckle, button, and zip all coming away in a few deft tugs, and revealing a pair of boxers straining to contain his girth. It was an assault on her delicate taste buds, whereas before his flavours had been only skirmishing with her reason. Her head swam with the musk of excited ursine, and her memory reminded her what a monster she could expect to find beneath that tight tent of fabric.\n\n\"You're not so bad yourself,\" she murmured, stroking that long bulge, feeling it twitch beneath her fingers. The delighted dick poked free of his waistband, coming to greet her with a deeply red tip.\n\n\"Let's get rid of these,\" he growled, a deep rumble in his barrel chest. Sophia didn't need a second invitation, lifting her hips, and wiggling her skirt down. In turn, the bear kicked his trousers aside, revealing a pair of tree trunks that served for legs, and a python of his own when his underwear joined them.\n\nShe shimmied her own down, the simple elasticated tube of her \"Panties\" sliding free easily to show off the last of her. The naked snake reclined on the bed, heart beating rapidly, as her narrow chest rose and fell. She was laid out for him, arrow-like head looking up imploringly, pale belly revealed, and cloacal vent slickened in expectation.\n\n\"Well, now, what a sight,\" the big bear's hands were shaking, his cock bouncing and pulsing, as he stared down at her, this beautiful woman that was willing to settle for some old bastard like him. He'd have taken an ankle, and ran a hand up her thighs, but in the absence of them, be straddled that long tail, and stroked his way up her length till his paws cupped and warmed her steely breasts. Her appreciative moan, as he massaged the faux mammaries, gave him all the confidence he needed to continue. \"Do you like that, Soph? Always wondered if, you know, scaly ladies enjoyed this sort of thing.\"\n\nHer hands were not idle, one taking a grip on his hefty cock, the other caressing the hidden balls hanging beneath. \"Very much,\" she hissed, tongue flickering as she savoured the feel of him, the weight in her palm, the heat of his sack, the rich aroma of him perfuming her air. \"Your balls, some of the girls said they're sensitive, does it feel good to touch them like this?\"\n\nBrad licked his lips, shifting higher to feel more of those cool fingers digging into his heavy fur and soothing them in an oddly pleasant way. \"Yes, you're great. Just don't tug them or anything, handle with care and all,\" he chuckled, trusting in her as he hoped she did him. They entered a slow grind, hands doing the talking, going from the exciting parts, to the mundane, as the exploration became more about learning than stimulating.\n\nRaising her head, Sophia gave his lips a lick, darting tongue asking for something not in her nature, but a life-time of romcoms and social media had taught her all about. He understood, and the kiss commenced.\n\nIt was awkward, even if they both had experience. Her tongue wanted to dart, and probe, while he wanted to open her wide to taste and smell all he needed to know about her. The bear's sensitive pallet craved deep huffs of her scent to understand her, and with a paw moving to cup the nape of her neck, he coaxed the serpent into letting him draw her into a truely mammalian experience.\n\nShe smelled and tasted of something dry, a subtle musk beneath her deodorant. A little of the reptile house at the zoo, but a lot of a carnivore, who took immaculate care of herself. He knew her in that moment better than anyone else, from what she'd had to eat the night before, to the soap she used, and even the mineral taste of the emery creams she used to buff her scales. All of it, no matter how different, only made him desire more.\n\nWhen that moment broke, a string of drool connecting them while deep brown eyes looked down into dark ringed pits, there was a definite understanding between the pair of them.\n\n\"I want you, Sophia.\"\n\n\"I want you, Brad.\"\n\nHis cock was still hard, her cloaca was loose and moist, both primed and ready, the mood in the air electric and charged. He gave her one more peck on her delicate snoot, and then marvelled at the logistics of what he knew he was about to do.\n\nShe did the same, looking down with eager trepidation at that near half-meter long rod of red and pink that rested from below her opening to her sternum. But both knew it worked, and fear was over matched by desire.\n\nHe slid back, raising his bulk on his knees till he had the angle, pointed tip lifting and parting the outer scales, bathing himself in the subtle warmth of her core.\n\n\"Ready, darling?\"\n\n\"Darling?\" Flustered already, she grinned, showing her nub teeth.\n\n\"Too old fashioned? Can't let you get away with calling me papa bear forever,\" he smiled back, feeling years melt away, as he dug deeper, deeper, watching her face dissolve from tense elation, to disbelieving bliss.\n\n\"I can't believe it's all fitting, you're so big, you're amazing,\" she gasped, feeling her insides being pressed and pushed, every millimetre of her cloaca filling up with Brad, with bear, with male, with the father of her eggs.\n\n\"I know,\" he sighed, shivers sending his hackles rising, feeling that warm chute stretch slowly for him, welcome him like an old friend. She'd tightened up again since that night in the hotel, but it only took patience to remind her tender parts how to hold him. \"I never used to believe what the boys said about snake girls, who knew they were right.\"\n\n\"What... did they say about us?\" She sighed, leaning back into the covers, breath steadying now her lungs had fresh company. That burningly hot spire of muscle, it touched everything she needed to make her amorous, and confused her senses with how warm it made her. She could certainly come to live with this.\n\n\"Well...\" He began to withdraw, relishing that constricting tug her walls gave, \"you know, it was back then. Lot of nonsense, didn't mean anything. But...\" he pressed in again, slow as a sunset, listening to every slick sound of her stretching. \"Guy's used to say, snake's, you were made to swallow.\"\n\nHer tail gave a twitch, and her small hands rose to press on his chest. \"Brad, stop.\"\n\nBlinking, blood draining, he flapped out an apology. \"No, I'm sorry, look, it was years back. We used to say all sorts of stupid things we shouldn't back then. I didn't mean anything by it. It was a...\"\n\n\"No, pull out. I want to see if it's true.\"\n\n\"If... oh! Oh! O-okay, uh, here, let's try this.\"\n\nAn almighty suckering, Shrlorp, followed, as he withdrew with indecent haste, and Sophia gasped as her brain lit with overstimulation from her reproductive tract being emptied so suddenly.\n\nThe big bear, a little shaken, watched as her long tail wound and twisted, and her body arched in an ecstasy that seemed akin to a death-rattle. Her cloaca took long seconds to close again, and when it did she had enough breath again to slither onto her belly, face level with Brad's crotch.\n\n\"Damn, papa bear, warn a girl next time,\" she gasped and panted a few delayed after echoes of the sensation, before levelling her snout with the monster that had just been ripped away from her. It was more for her, than him, that she wanted to try this, the notion of swallowing down all that meat had her brain boiling. In theory, she was sure it could work, she'd swallowed whole roast chickens as a childhood dare. But now, nose to tip with his rearing anaconda, she was salivating at the notion of showing him just what she could do.\n\n\"I promise not to bite, just let your 'Darling' do all the work, papa bear,\" the small green beauty hissed, giving the tip a teasing lick, while her fingers wrapped about the middle, and started a slow slide up and down. The jutting tip bopped her a few times, inundating her sensitive taste-buds with the promise of a good time, before she dared yawn her jaw as open as it could go, and began to swallow him whole.\n\nCentimetre after centimetre, vanished, engulfed in a slow undulation, bulging Sophia's cheeks, neck, and then slipping far beyond such obvious measures.\n\nBrad watched in fascination, then mild horror, then lost all focus as he went cross-eyed with the feeling of being devoured by the bottomless tunnel that was a snake's oesophagus. Her sex was tight, complex, full of a multitude of textures and delights. But her throat was a swallowing machine, drawing him deeper, deeper, rolling in peristalsis, as it insisted on drawing her prey into her stomach.\n\nThe intensity of the moment was not lost on either of them, as the phallus stole her air, and dipped itself in a place less hospitable to sex. As incredibly erotic as they both found it, panic quickly followed when it became clear she could not stop, and the stomach of a hungry reptile was not a happy retreat for a sensitive bear cock.\n\nHurriedly, when it became clear the distress, Brad had to all but pull Sophia back up and off his member, her throat unwilling to relinquish it's prey, and his dick not enjoying it's current home.\n\n\"Shit, oh, god, you alright Soph? Speak to me girl,\" he murmured, patting her back as she coughed and hacked, trying to spit out the tang of acid from his trip down to her stomach.\n\n\"Ow, damn, yeah, I'm fine,\" she rasped, her throat sore and a little swollen, but no worse for wear. \"That was super stupid of me, fuck, god you're dick is stupid big.\"\n\n\"We both were 'Super Stupid', darling. Come on, we both got a little carried away,\" he patted her back again, and pulled her into a hug, as the tension drained from them both. She quivered in his arms, and he huffed relief, till each found a moment to stop and consider again.\n\n\"Guess we know now, those old geezers were full of shit, right?\" He laughed, rubbing paws all up her back.\n\nAnd, with her breath returned, and her hands digging into his sides, Sophia laughed too. \"Yeah, yes, they were, or they had tiny dicks. Let's not try that again!\"\n\n\"Oh, no, I couldn't agree more. You, uh, want to continue, or...?\"\n\nShe smiled, leaning back to meet his gaze. \"You want to?\"\n\n\"I could be up for round two. But first, let me try and pay you back, without the nearly dying part.\"\n\n\"Pay me, oh! You want to... you mean... are you sure? Even though I have...\"\n\n\"Definitely,\" Brad didn't hesitate, using his bulk to flip her in a heartbeat, till she was belly up and open to him. \"Not to brag, but bears, we've got a good sense of taste for the best spots. Trust me.\"\n\n\"Okay, but if you choke, I'm pulling you out. Got it?\" She giggled, nervous, but the thrill of a partner willing to go down on her was too good to resist. Soon that big bear snout was descending, bringing great huffs of breath with it as he snorted and sorted her out. Then, it was she who chocked, as a broad tongue, lapped at her scales, and with the aide of a pair of thumbs, split them wide.\n\nSophia, hissed, moaned, and writhed, as that fat organ spread her innards. He wasn't shy about where he touched, what he lapped, breaking open her vent without hesitation and hitting so many nerves that she lost track of what was good and what was uncomfortable.\n\nBrad was no stranger to being an attentive lover, but the alien physiology of his partner had left him lost without a map, like a teenage cub again, trying to learn by instinct and reaction what was right and wrong. Her taste was a foreign mess to him, so he devolved to trusting his instincts, and her reactions.\n\nSophia quickly learned, that the word \"Huge\" lost all meaning with her papa bear. Yes, hers, she'd not let this go, that probing organ and it's prolonged attempts to learn every nook and cranny of her cavity. He kissed upon her scales, her entrance, and then without fear, places no reptile would go.\n\n\"B-Brad! Brad, wait, oh, go- fff, stop, stop a second!\"\n\nHe raised his head, a line of saliva and her own juices connecting him to her, as he blinked and panted. \"What, something wrong? Did I hurt you?\"\n\nShe shook her head, eyes shut tight and face flushed, \"No, but, um, that's... the, uh, other hole, you know?\"\n\n\"Oh...\" He blinked owlishly at her, considering, \"did it feel good?\"\n\n\"You, don't mind?\"\n\n\"Too late now,\" and with that he delved back in, tongue finding both the path to her womb, and her rectum.\n\nSophia screamed, but didn't fight, letting him have his way with her. It was a lot, more than she could handle, and her tail squirmed and writhed as her body was overwhelmed. He didn't hesitate, once committed, he wanted to see the job through to the finish, and she was glad for it.\n\nRapidly, her first climax of the moment came, as the big old bear probed both her major openings, and spared a quick lap for the third while he was about it. She squealed, and shuddered, as the wave washed over her, and then slowly settled into a more manageable buzz.\n\n\"Oh, fuck, papa bear, no way you've been single all this time,\" she hissed, while her brain fused and re-routed.\n\nBrad pulled his tongue out, and wiped his chin with his arm, grinning. \"I'm a quick learner. Can't let you youngsters down now, can I?\"\n\nShe was a little dazed, but her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and a heat had spread through her entire body. \"Well, that was, wow. But I, um, might need a minute. Not had a guy, go down on me like that before. You sure you're okay? I wash down there, if you're worried, it's all clean.\"\n\nChuckling, elated and riding his own high, the old brown bear straddled her again, hands cupping her face, her neck, and marvelling at the woman he'd managed to luck his way into knowing. \"I'm not complaining, just don't go telling people about it, who knows who'll come asking for the same treatment.\"\n\nThey bowed together, brows touching, as each tasted the other once more, before it was decided.\n\n\"Go on Brad, let's do this.\"\n\n\"I'll not say no, Soph, I can't.\"\n\nTheir lips met, and with a few deft strokes and pushes, Brad was inside her once again. It was different now, as he slid in, and out, his hands on her shoulders, her own wrapping his middle. He didn't thrust, or pound, but gave a slow and steady roll, the weight of his gut resting on her belly, her tail wrapped about his right calf.\n\nIt was not a race, but an exploration, each seeking to understand the other, as they were joined in a union that nature had not intended, and yet both desired. She hissed every time he hit her summit, he grunted each time he fought for a withdrawal. It was not a desperate rut, or a feverish mating, but a meeting of lovers.\n\nSophia spread for him like an old friend's embrace, and Brad drove in like a master returning to the homestead. She could taste his sweat, smell his musk, and feel his heart beating beneath his fur. It was not perfect, but it was them, and in that moment, it was all they needed. Comfort and pleasure, excitement and acceptance, two souls each needing what the other promised.\n\n\"Brad, Brad, fuck me, harder,\" the hissing pleas broke her lips, as her tongue tasted him again and again, scenting their combined arousal and the desperation that had taken each of them.\n\n\"Soph, Soph, oh, you're so beautiful, I can't...\" The bear groaned, feeling her constricting and pulsing, the hot walls of her cloaca, tighter than any mammal woman he'd ever known.\n\n\"Fuck me, papa bear, just let it go,\" the reptile begged, her own fingers digging into his shoulders, before she gave into an instinct, and snapped her jaw on his collar in a lightning strike.\n\nHe had just a momentary animal flinch, before senses caught up with his reaction, the fangless viper only worrying his skin as he grunted ever closer to completion. \"I'm there, Soph, I'm coming, you ready, oh god...\"\n\nHis hips bucked, and he was gone, the sensation of her, her smell, her taste, her feel, the knowledge that soon they'd have a future, a house, kids, a life of doing this over and over till they were sick of the intensity of their mismatched perfection, it broke a dam in his mind that had been built over years. And with that, he gave a roar of satisfaction, and filled Sophia with all the heat she could ever need.\n\nThe two collapsed, panting, his weight pressing her deep into the covers, his seed sloshing and pooling in her womb. Neither could speak, nor had any intention to. They simply laid, and basked in the glow, and the comfort of each other's embrace.\n\nIt could have been minutes, it could have been hours, each managing maybe a chuckle, or a sigh, or a moan, as they languished in the preposterous glory of their union. Till a tickling sound on the edge of their senses had both bear and snake roll, and turn, and face the plastic box with its heated mat.\n\nThe parents, disentangled, no words required, as four apple-sized eggs began to crack and splinter, their inhabitants eager for the world.\n\nThey watched in awe, as each soft package gave way, a tiny snout, breaking the smooth white surface, then a miniscule paw, prying and struggling and worrying away that opening. Before their eyes, breaking way into the world, four small, hairy faces, breached their prisons, and drank in the air of the real world.\n\nHybrids were always a gamble, something parents were told to prepare themselves for. But against the odds, four healthy little lives clambered free, and began to mewl. Legless like their mother, but furry like their father, they had the blindness of a bear-cub and half the face to match, round ears flat and gummed with yolk, flat and blunted snouts, and the cries of a cub desperate for someone to explain what was going in.\n\nIt was a moment neither parent could have prepared for, the shock, the joy, the worry and the excitement, all in one. They were so small, so helpless, and so very definitely a new reality in both their lives.\n\n\"Well,\" Sophia hissed, her voice barely spreading, \"I guess, we're going to need to think up some names.\"\n\nBrad nodded, watching as his four children, his son and three daughters, squirmed and wriggled on the mat, heart hammering as at last, after decades of delays, he had the family he'd been planning for.\n\n\"I'll teach them, to walk...\"\n\n\"No, we'll teach them to slither.\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "What the hell should she wear? What the hell should she prepare? What the hell do you do when the guy you forced yourself on, got pregnant by, and laid their eggs, calls you up and says "I think we should talk,"?

Sophia thrashed about her compact bedroom, the small green snake in a flurry of feverish activity. The phone flung on the bed, her body as naked as when she hatched. Deep viridian scales shining healthy on her shapely hips and long tail, pale ventrals highlighting her somewhat swollen little assets. She'd been relaxing in what had become an unplanned break from work, luxuriating in the heat. And then he'd called. The person she'd spent the past months avoiding like the plague.

Eyes shooting nervous glances to the heated nest box with every spin and turn, Sophia fretted her way through her whole wardrobe twice. Inside the snug, warm, moist plastic container, four large eggs sat. Nestled in cotton, on a warm water bed, she'd laid them shortly after coming home from her business trip, and, after waiting, had taken them to the doctors to have an ultrasound.

Out of her clutch of ten, she walked away that day with four soft packages, and an uncertain future as a young, single mother.

"Okay, come on, there's no hiding it, you both know what you did. Just... apologise, and, say you were drunk, and... fuck..."

She grabbed her good shirt, and a professional skirt that could be synched tight about her hips. Plain, simple, mature. All she could hope was that he'd be understanding, hear her out, and not call the police or-

Her doorbell buzzed.

Her eyes went wide.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"O-on my way," she called, slithering to the door, her tail dragging, feeling the weight of a thousand tonnes of guilt.

Outside, dressed in his Sunday best, looking ready to go to a funeral with his gut sucked all the way in, Brad was fretting in much the same way. Ready to face the music.

"It's the right thing to do," he told himself, "you lost control, made a mess, screwed up her life, you can't just... pretend it didn't happen."

Stepping back from the buzzer, he ran his fingers through his shaggy brown fur to try and smooth it flat again. It'd been a good life, and he was ready for the consequences, just... he didn't want his lasting memory on the world to be "That bear that was secretly a monster the whole time.". Three decades of service to the company, helping others rise up and pass him, making good friends, being a role model, having them call him "Papa bear" all flushed away because he couldn't keep it in his pants.

"Come on, Brad, you got this, just... go in, face up to your mistake, apologise, offer to pay for child support, or-"

The door opened a crack, and an intensely ringed eye peered up from inside.

"C-c-come in..."

Brad swallowed hard, feeling his palms going damp with sweat. "H-hey, Sophia, um, look, about, well, about, um, I just-"

He stumbled forward, feeling a little weak in the knees. This was it, he was about to toss it all away, his career, his dignity, everything. He deserved it, of course, for what he'd done to her, but still, you don't just walk up the gallows and feel no regret for what brought you there.

Inside, Sophia's little apartment was neat, if sparse, and uncomfortably tropical for the shaggy man with his thick coat. She'd clearly tried to tidy up, but had not intended to host anyone by the discreetly hidden stacks of old letters, forgotten mugs, and unsorted ornaments.

"W-would, you, um, l-like some tea? O-or, um, some, I don't know, anything?" She mumbled, barely able to meet his gaze, while the bear felt like his own eyes were ready to fall out of their sockets.

"No, thank you, I... Sophia, look, I can't..." The big man felt his words drying up, the pressure, the tension, it all made his chest feel so tight, like he couldn't breathe, or speak. It was hot, boiling, he was glad he'd slathered himself in deodorant before getting out the car, otherwise he'd stink of sweaty bear in no time.

Sophia's heart was pounding, tongue flicking endlessly as she looked up into those big, round, sad eyes. She could taste him, that heavy pine scent that always came with him. Should she try to get out in front of him? Take control of the conversation and just, say it, get it over with? What did he even want, what do you even give someone who you took advantage of like she had?

Brad shifted from paw to paw.

Sophia's tail squirmed and twisted.

They were going to say something, their mouth was opening, eyes wide, any second and they would-

"I'm so sorry for-"

"I didn't mean to-"

Their voices burst out simultaneously, with each so determined to own up to their misdeeds that they misread the other's expression. But each pressed on, resolute to rip the bandage off and get it over with.

"- It was wrong of me-" You don't need to be brave, Soph, I deserve to...

"- I don't know why I-" Stop trying to be a good man, Brad,  and just let me say...

Their words clashed like sabres, making them both stop and start, before trying again, more forcefully to wrestle the noose out of the other's hands and hang themselves already.

"- I can't bare to think what you're-"

Shut up and stop making this harder...

"- It was stupid, I was the one who-"

Oh god, why won't you let me...

"- I should have known, you were drunk-"

What do you even have to apologise for, you didn't...

"- You were sleeping and I just-"

I can't say fix this if you keep...

They both stalled, eyes meeting in confusion. "W-wait, what? What was that?"

"I don't think I heard that right, Sophia. Could you... say it again?" Brad's voice was faint, almost breathless in the growing tension.

The green-scaled beauty shook her head, eyes closed in resignation. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. But I, well, while you were... sleeping, I just... I couldn't help myself and..."

Brad blinked, mouth falling open a little, eyes bulging out. "What are you, what? Are you saying, you're sorry for... what I did?"

"W-wait, Brad, what?" She started to panic, as she saw him step closer, his eyes, his whole body radiating something she couldn't quite comprehend. "W-what did you, did you-"

"I'm the one who should be apologising! I was the one that took advantage of you while you were vulnerable. Sophia, I... I don't have words, I did something unforgivable, and now you're living with the consequences of my actions and I can't, I can't bare the thought that..."

Sophia shook her head, a little faster now, a little more emphatic. "What, wait, but you were asleep, how could you-"

"You were drunk, you probably can't remember it right-"

"Oh no, I definitely... unless you were awake when I was..."

The pair both stopped again, heads each spinning with the revelations of the other. Each painting a picture in their minds that was completely wrong, contradictory, but most importantly, made their moments of weakness, into a shared failure on both their parts.

"So... you, uh, knew, well, I mean, you know that I..." Brad stuttered, looking away, and fumbling with his fingers. "Oh, um, I guess, so you, you didn't mind?"

Sophia felt her long body twisting about in nervous energy. "Oh, well, it, um, wasn't planned or anything, but... well, I don't think it was... something I hadn't, thought about, a little. I, well, I did... I was a little drunk, and, um, well, you... you were just..."

Brad's big hand covered his eyes, a blush forming on his cheeks and a lump rising in his throat. "Oh, Sophia, I just... I shouldn't have..."

"N-no, I, should have checked, and..."

Their words were expended, nothing left to say as they stared at the floor, the walls, ceiling, anywhere but at each other. Finally, the overheating bear coughed.

 He tried his hardest to be casual, but there was a subject he had to raise. "So, I heard, you're, taking some leave?"

Her forked tongue licked out, quick and nervous, tasting air thick with pine and bear, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly.

"Yes, I, ah... well, so you heard I'm..."

"Going to be, uhh, starting a family soon. So, should I, ask if, you know... or..."

Sophia gulped wetly, intense eyes looking up at the big man dominating her lounge. She'd seen him awkward, embarrassed, usually whenever the latest trend blew straight past him, but she didn't think she'd ever seen Brad scared before. His large hands flexed, his tree trunk legs shifting back and forth, more animated than she's ever before seen the often casual and supine bear.

Her own body knotting, just as agitated in the tension. She'd had time to think, a little anyway, and resolve herself to managing the best she could without getting him involved. Now here he was, in front of her, practically begging to know if they were his. But did he actually want that? Or did "Papa bear" not want the Papa to be quite so literal?

"I, haven't been with... anyone else, so, if you want that to mean..." She started, giving him an off-ramp, feeling his overpowering presences. His sheer bulk and thick flavour making her small and fragile. Was she actually afraid of how he'd act?

Brad stepped towards her a little, almost tripping on his own paws. "It's, up to you, Sophia. Whatever you, um, decide, I'd like to help, however I can. Child support, anything, it's only fair-"

"No, no Brad, this was me. I don't expect anything from you. It's not fair to guilt you into sharing my... mistake." She waved her hands as if to shoo the responsibility away from him. She'd find a way, she could always reach out to family if it got too hard, she couldn't possibly...

A large, hot, slightly damp paw, took her flailing hand, bringing her to a startled stop. Brad stood over her, just holding it, giving a gentle squeeze of support.

"Soph, I, wouldn't mind, being there, for you, them, if... you know, that's something you want," the big bear murmured, sounding as lost and flustered as her. "It, doesn't have to be much, just an uncle or, babysitter, but I wouldn't, I couldn't bear to..."

A flutter in her chest, the young snake's tongue was lashing wildly. Stomach still a tangle of nerves, she felt a weight lift off her slim shoulders. A tingle down her body. She didn't know how to respond, all those built up scenarios and conversations in her head falling apart before his choice to be a decent man, and the revelations of their foolish fun together.

"Would... do you want to, see them?" She hesitated, tugging gently on the big mitt with her dainty fingers.

Brad licked his own dry lips, raising large, soft brown eyes, and giving her a nod.

"Y-yes, I didn't know if you'd have, already had them or, but, yes, I'd like that."

She led him by the paw, slowing so he could squeeze about the space made for someone her size, but not letting go. Not when they got to her bedroom door, not when she tugged him inside, and not when they were standing in front of the incubator.

"O-oh, I didn't... I thought they'd..." Blushing and burning, or just so hot as to achieve the same result, Brad tugged and loosened his collar as he looked into the transparent plastic contained with its four featureless occupants.

"R-right, they haven't hatched yet. But it probably won't be much longer, maybe another week, at least my doctor thinks. It's a little hard to know seeing as you're... we're... well," her eyes swept up and down his bulk, just as her free hand gestured to herself.

Hybrids could happen to anyone, but the bigger the discrepancy, the more wild and difficult the results could be. Regular ultrasounds and chemo-analysis had assured her these four were alive and looked viable, but there was still no guarantee that their children would... well, that was something she'd... they'd, deal with it if it happened.

"Sorry," it was his turn to rub the back of his neck, "of course, you're a reptile, should have known they wouldn't be crawling around the place. Probably best right? Imagine if they'd been my size coming out."

His attempt to laugh off the tension got him a small smile, but also a wince as Sophia considered just how awful that would have been. A nice soft egg was fine, the thought of a hefty, furry, wriggling, something, squeezing down her cloaca, was not a fun one.

"But, wow, so... I guess, we should, think about how we're going to do this. Uh, the parenting thing, you know."

Sophia, tongue flickering in her nerves, found the whole moment too much. "Yes, I guess," she sat on the edge of her bed, deflating with the sound of air escaping a pipe. "I know, well, I've tried to think about how it would all be, but... so..." She felt him sit next to her, his weight making her sink down, and into his side.

Brad coughed again, feeling the heat truly working under his shirt. He slackened his tie, and shrugged off his jacket, feeling like a giant in her world.

"Well, I don't want to be, jumping the gun or anything. But, I have a house, with plenty of space. Freda, my ex-wife, she and I had thought about a family and, well, it's all going to waste with just me." He scratched his thick neck, looking away from the slim figure leaning on his arm. "Sorry, I guess that's... forward? And, you probably have plans of your own-"

Sophia swallowed again, shaking her head. She had thought about just that, well, not asking him for a house, but that her small flat was going to be a lot smaller with four bear sized hatchlings. But that would mean...

"I don't want to be a burden on you, Brad. I couldn't just take over your home like that," she protested weakly, even as they shifted closer on the bed, fingers intertwining. "It's, just, wouldn’t be fair on you. I didn't mean for this to... put your life on hold."

He scratched his chin, a blush burning in his face at the look of those imploring eyes. "It's sort of on pause anyway, not really doing much, just the same old routine. Really, probably a good thing to, have a little change in my life. And, I'd like to be around, for... you know, whatever."

Broad green lips creased around her arrow head face, unbidden as tension evaporated. She didn't know how it came to this, months of agonising and avoidance, and all it had taken was a few minutes of just, talking! A door forward creaked open for her, a hopeful glimmer of a bright world beyond, after all that time fretting and consigning herself to difficult choices and single parenthood.

"Brad... I... That's so, kind, I don't know what to say, what I can do to, make it up to you," she stuttered, the old bear looking so flustered and shy, a polar opposite of his lumbering frame. So different, so gentle and welcoming, she couldn't help burying her features in his big, floppy bulk.

His strong arms engulfed her, holding the slinky reptile to his chest in a warm, fuzzy cocoon. "Soph, you don't have to worry about it. I just, would like to be there for you, and them."

The relief already drowning everything in oxytocin, the feel of his large furry frame enfolding her, had the small snake hissing her comfort in seconds, eyes blinking out happy tears. This man was a lifesaver, a line thrown to a drowning creature. And just like that, the bear and the reptile had moved past the awkward, regretful talk, and onto a level of mutual understanding.

"So," her serpent heart sped with the glow of relief, and the tactile warmth, "how would we handle the living arrangements?"

Brad's hand moved on an instinct, stroking a shoulder and subconsciously marvelling at how smoothly the shirt slid across her scales.

"Well, I've got a spare room, and an office I can move to make room for the kids. But uh, might have to sort the air conditioning for you, it's a little tropical in here for me."

"Right, sorry, the office is always kind of chilly for me, that's why I'm always in sweaters." Her tongue flicked out, as she drew deep breaths, pulling in more bear, more pine, more Brad. "I don't mind if you, take your shirt off for a bit, if you want to."

"I mean, if it's not too awkward for you..." A bare token of resistance to the idea, he was sweltering in the reptile's house, and the moment was not lost on the seasoned divorcee. Alone with an attractive younger woman, one he had intimate knowledge of, sitting on her bed, talking about her moving into his house with him. Brad was old-fashioned, a bear of a past era, but he was not an idiot, nor a monk, and a spark of a libidinous urge lit in his lower pair of brains.

"Well, it's not like I haven't seen it all before. Oh, um, not that I mean, seeing all of you again, just, so we're both comfy. Together," Sophia burned in her usually cool scales, tongue lashing once again as she got hot and bothered. The spark inside Brad kindling in her too. Her intense eyes watched unblinkingly, as he unbuttoned the rest of the way, revealing acres of thick brown pelt, exotic to her, and as inviting as ever.

"A-and," she hesitated only the briefest second, looking up at his broad face with its soft features, "if it's too cold, I could always, cuddle up to you, at night..." Was that too bold, too much? Was she so eager and easy she'd openly flirt with the man she'd thrown herself on?

"I... guess so, could save on heating bills, and space, sharing a bed. Wouldn't be the first time..." He had to be smooth, slow, gentle, couldn't rush this, couldn't think with only his libido. "We're both adults, after all."

The shirt hit the floor, and her snout found his fur. A deep taste of him reminded Sophia exactly why her instincts on that night before had drawn her to his chest. Warmth and pine tickled her forked tongue, and made her coils twist and wind. He was not a muscular or fit man, but had an appeal that couldn't be denied, soft, cosy, non-threatening, like a favourite blanket. It was very easy to understand how he got the moniker "papa bear", and now, it was literal.

The bear in question was letting the inner predator out, paw travelling his future house-mate's slinky side, till it cupped a skirted cheek, and toyed at the tucked shirt. Not long after, a few fingers had found their way under, rubbing slippery scales and marvelling at the exotic texture.

Sophia was a little more cautious, her own hands sliding up his bare back, feeling the strength hidden under the padding, but also the tension. She wasn't the only one with nerves and worries. It was far easier to make a move on someone, however dubiously legal it was, when drunk off your tail. But with both of them fully sober, conscious, and aware of the differences between them, suddenly sex went from the logical conclusion, to a minefield to navigate.

But she did want it, and it seemed so did he. So her small hands roamed his back, while her face marauded through the thick field of fur. Reciprocating in turn, Brad's paws grew bolder, the one up her shirt paired with the second, which hovered in the small of her back, just shy of daring to venture lower.

"Soph, is this, okay?" He murmured, needs entangled. The need in his pants, and those in his head. This time, he told himself, there would be no regrets or doubts.

Her long, winding body coiled tight, his scent, his heat, her desire all a heady cocktail in the air. Sophia wanted to just melt into him, into the bear who had not only forgiven her, but was ready to share his life with her.

"Feels, good so far," she admitted, the almost alien motion of another rubbing her back had her flustered, "do you mind if, I um, take mine off too?"

"If you’re okay with it. I, uh, liked what I saw... Last time, I mean." Brad stumbled, a blush burning in his ears. He didn't know if that was the right thing to say, if it was too forward or not enough. Did she want him to lead? Or was she looking for an opening? When did things become so complicated? As a young man it had all been so simple. All he could do was swallow, and commit. "Here, let me get that for you."

Massive fingers enveloped delicate hands, as button after button fell before their head-long plunge, each breathing hard as the barriers between them broke down, shed like snake skin.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, eyes tracking the shocking break in colour from crisp white cotton, to deep viridian green, to pale cream belly. Beneath the shirt she hadn’t bothered with a bra, her breasts appearing only slightly larger than he recalled, still pert, and stiff, but fitting on her slim-line frame.

Sophia's hands were busy with his trousers, the buckle, button, and zip all coming away in a few deft tugs, and revealing a pair of boxers straining to contain his girth. It was an assault on her delicate taste buds, whereas before his flavours had been only skirmishing with her reason. Her head swam with the musk of excited ursine, and her memory reminded her what a monster she could expect to find beneath that tight tent of fabric.

"You're not so bad yourself," she murmured, stroking that long bulge, feeling it twitch beneath her fingers. The delighted dick poked free of his waistband, coming to greet her with a deeply red tip.

"Let's get rid of these," he growled, a deep rumble in his barrel chest. Sophia didn't need a second invitation, lifting her hips, and wiggling her skirt down. In turn, the bear kicked his trousers aside, revealing a pair of tree trunks that served for legs, and a python of his own when his underwear joined them.

She shimmied her own down, the simple elasticated tube of her "Panties" sliding free easily to show off the last of her. The naked snake reclined on the bed, heart beating rapidly, as her narrow chest rose and fell. She was laid out for him, arrow-like head looking up imploringly, pale belly revealed, and cloacal vent slickened in expectation.

"Well, now, what a sight," the big bear's hands were shaking, his cock bouncing and pulsing, as he stared down at her, this beautiful woman that was willing to settle for some old bastard like him. He'd have taken an ankle, and ran a hand up her thighs, but in the absence of them, be straddled that long tail, and stroked his way up her length till his paws cupped and warmed her steely breasts. Her appreciative moan, as he massaged the faux mammaries, gave him all the confidence he needed to continue. "Do you like that, Soph? Always wondered if, you know, scaly ladies enjoyed this sort of thing."

Her hands were not idle, one taking a grip on his hefty cock, the other caressing the hidden balls hanging beneath. "Very much," she hissed, tongue flickering as she savoured the feel of him, the weight in her palm, the heat of his sack, the rich aroma of him perfuming her air. "Your balls, some of the girls said they're sensitive, does it feel good to touch them like this?"

Brad licked his lips, shifting higher to feel more of those cool fingers digging into his heavy fur and soothing them in an oddly pleasant way. "Yes, you're great. Just don't tug them or anything, handle with care and all," he chuckled, trusting in her as he hoped she did him. They entered a slow grind, hands doing the talking, going from the exciting parts, to the mundane, as the exploration became more about learning than stimulating.

Raising her head, Sophia gave his lips a lick, darting tongue asking for something not in her nature, but a life-time of romcoms and social media had taught her all about. He understood, and the kiss commenced.

It was awkward, even if they both had experience. Her tongue wanted to dart, and probe, while he wanted to open her wide to taste and smell all he needed to know about her. The bear's sensitive pallet craved deep huffs of her scent to understand her, and with a paw moving to cup the nape of her neck, he coaxed the serpent into letting him draw her into a truely mammalian experience.

She smelled and tasted of something dry, a subtle musk beneath her deodorant. A little of the reptile house at the zoo, but a lot of a carnivore, who took immaculate care of herself. He knew her in that moment better than anyone else, from what she'd had to eat the night before, to the soap she used, and even the mineral taste of the emery creams she used to buff her scales. All of it, no matter how different, only made him desire more.

When that moment broke, a string of drool connecting them while deep brown eyes looked down into dark ringed pits, there was a definite understanding between the pair of them.

"I want you, Sophia."

"I want you, Brad."

His cock was still hard, her cloaca was loose and moist, both primed and ready, the mood in the air electric and charged. He gave her one more peck on her delicate snoot, and then marvelled at the logistics of what he knew he was about to do.

She did the same, looking down with eager trepidation at that near half-meter long rod of red and pink that rested from below her opening to her sternum. But both knew it worked, and fear was over matched by desire.

He slid back, raising his bulk on his knees till he had the angle, pointed tip lifting and parting the outer scales, bathing himself in the subtle warmth of her core.

"Ready, darling?"

"Darling?" Flustered already, she grinned, showing her nub teeth.

"Too old fashioned? Can't let you get away with calling me papa bear forever," he smiled back, feeling years melt away, as he dug deeper, deeper, watching her face dissolve from tense elation, to disbelieving bliss.

"I can't believe it's all fitting, you're so big, you're amazing," she gasped, feeling her insides being pressed and pushed, every millimetre of her cloaca filling up with Brad, with bear, with male, with the father of her eggs.

"I know," he sighed, shivers sending his hackles rising, feeling that warm chute stretch slowly for him, welcome him like an old friend. She'd tightened up again since that night in the hotel, but it only took patience to remind her tender parts how to hold him. "I never used to believe what the boys said about snake girls, who knew they were right."

"What... did they say about us?" She sighed, leaning back into the covers, breath steadying now her lungs had fresh company. That burningly hot spire of muscle, it touched everything she needed to make her amorous, and confused her senses with how warm it made her. She could certainly come to live with this.

"Well..." He began to withdraw, relishing that constricting tug her walls gave, "you know, it was back then. Lot of nonsense, didn't mean anything. But..." he pressed in again, slow as a sunset, listening to every slick sound of her stretching. "Guy's used to say, snake's, you were made to swallow."

Her tail gave a twitch, and her small hands rose to press on his chest. "Brad, stop."

Blinking, blood draining, he flapped out an apology. "No, I'm sorry, look, it was years back. We used to say all sorts of stupid things we shouldn't back then. I didn't mean anything by it. It was a..."

"No, pull out. I want to see if it's true."

"If... oh! Oh! O-okay, uh, here, let's try this."

An almighty suckering, Shrlorp, followed, as he withdrew with indecent haste, and Sophia gasped as her brain lit with overstimulation from her reproductive tract being emptied so suddenly.

The big bear, a little shaken, watched as her long tail wound and twisted, and her body arched in an ecstasy that seemed akin to a death-rattle. Her cloaca took long seconds to close again, and when it did she had enough breath again to slither onto her belly, face level with Brad's crotch.

"Damn, papa bear, warn a girl next time," she gasped and panted a few delayed after echoes of the sensation, before levelling her snout with the monster that had just been ripped away from her. It was more for her, than him, that she wanted to try this, the notion of swallowing down all that meat had her brain boiling. In theory, she was sure it could work, she'd swallowed whole roast chickens as a childhood dare. But now, nose to tip with his rearing anaconda, she was salivating at the notion of showing him just what she could do.

"I promise not to bite, just let your 'Darling' do all the work, papa bear," the small green beauty hissed, giving the tip a teasing lick, while her fingers wrapped about the middle, and started a slow slide up and down. The jutting tip bopped her a few times, inundating her sensitive taste-buds with the promise of a good time, before she dared yawn her jaw as open as it could go, and began to swallow him whole.

Centimetre after centimetre, vanished, engulfed in a slow undulation, bulging Sophia's cheeks, neck, and then slipping far beyond such obvious measures.

Brad watched in fascination, then mild horror, then lost all focus as he went cross-eyed with the feeling of being devoured by the bottomless tunnel that was a snake's oesophagus. Her sex was tight, complex, full of a multitude of textures and delights. But her throat was a swallowing machine, drawing him deeper, deeper, rolling in peristalsis, as it insisted on drawing her prey into her stomach.

The intensity of the moment was not lost on either of them, as the phallus stole her air, and dipped itself in a place less hospitable to sex. As incredibly erotic as they both found it, panic quickly followed when it became clear she could not stop, and the stomach of a hungry reptile was not a happy retreat for a sensitive bear cock.

Hurriedly, when it became clear the distress, Brad had to all but pull Sophia back up and off his member, her throat unwilling to relinquish it's prey, and his dick not enjoying it's current home.

"Shit, oh, god, you alright Soph? Speak to me girl," he murmured, patting her back as she coughed and hacked, trying to spit out the tang of acid from his trip down to her stomach.

"Ow, damn, yeah, I'm fine," she rasped, her throat sore and a little swollen, but no worse for wear. "That was super stupid of me, fuck, god you're dick is stupid big."

"We both were 'Super Stupid', darling. Come on, we both got a little carried away," he patted her back again, and pulled her into a hug, as the tension drained from them both. She quivered in his arms, and he huffed relief, till each found a moment to stop and consider again.

"Guess we know now, those old geezers were full of shit, right?" He laughed, rubbing paws all up her back.

And, with her breath returned, and her hands digging into his sides, Sophia laughed too. "Yeah, yes, they were, or they had tiny dicks. Let's not try that again!"

"Oh, no, I couldn't agree more. You, uh, want to continue, or...?"

She smiled, leaning back to meet his gaze. "You want to?"

"I could be up for round two. But first, let me try and pay you back, without the nearly dying part."

"Pay me, oh! You want to... you mean... are you sure? Even though I have..."

"Definitely," Brad didn't hesitate, using his bulk to flip her in a heartbeat, till she was belly up and open to him. "Not to brag, but bears, we've got a good sense of taste for the best spots. Trust me."

"Okay, but if you choke, I'm pulling you out. Got it?" She giggled, nervous, but the thrill of a partner willing to go down on her was too good to resist. Soon that big bear snout was descending, bringing great huffs of breath with it as he snorted and sorted her out. Then, it was she who chocked, as a broad tongue, lapped at her scales, and with the aide of a pair of thumbs, split them wide.

Sophia, hissed, moaned, and writhed, as that fat organ spread her innards. He wasn't shy about where he touched, what he lapped, breaking open her vent without hesitation and hitting so many nerves that she lost track of what was good and what was uncomfortable.

Brad was no stranger to being an attentive lover, but the alien physiology of his partner had left him lost without a map, like a teenage cub again, trying to learn by instinct and reaction what was right and wrong. Her taste was a foreign mess to him, so he devolved to trusting his instincts, and her reactions.

Sophia quickly learned, that the word "Huge" lost all meaning with her papa bear. Yes, hers, she'd not let this go, that probing organ and it's prolonged attempts to learn every nook and cranny of her cavity. He kissed upon her scales, her entrance, and then without fear, places no reptile would go.

"B-Brad! Brad, wait, oh, go- fff, stop, stop a second!"

He raised his head, a line of saliva and her own juices connecting him to her, as he blinked and panted. "What, something wrong? Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head, eyes shut tight and face flushed, "No, but, um, that's... the, uh, other hole, you know?"

"Oh..." He blinked owlishly at her, considering, "did it feel good?"

"You, don't mind?"

"Too late now," and with that he delved back in, tongue finding both the path to her womb, and her rectum.

Sophia screamed, but didn't fight, letting him have his way with her. It was a lot, more than she could handle, and her tail squirmed and writhed as her body was overwhelmed. He didn't hesitate, once committed, he wanted to see the job through to the finish, and she was glad for it.

Rapidly, her first climax of the moment came, as the big old bear probed both her major openings, and spared a quick lap for the third while he was about it. She squealed, and shuddered, as the wave washed over her, and then slowly settled into a more manageable buzz.

"Oh, fuck, papa bear, no way you've been single all this time," she hissed, while her brain fused and re-routed.

Brad pulled his tongue out, and wiped his chin with his arm, grinning. "I'm a quick learner. Can't let you youngsters down now, can I?"

She was a little dazed, but her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and a heat had spread through her entire body. "Well, that was, wow. But I, um, might need a minute. Not had a guy, go down on me like that before. You sure you're okay? I wash down there, if you're worried, it's all clean."

Chuckling, elated and riding his own high, the old brown bear straddled her again, hands cupping her face, her neck, and marvelling at the woman he'd managed to luck his way into knowing. "I'm not complaining, just don't go telling people about it, who knows who'll come asking for the same treatment."

They bowed together, brows touching, as each tasted the other once more, before it was decided.

"Go on Brad, let's do this."

"I'll not say no, Soph, I can't."

Their lips met, and with a few deft strokes and pushes, Brad was inside her once again. It was different now, as he slid in, and out, his hands on her shoulders, her own wrapping his middle. He didn't thrust, or pound, but gave a slow and steady roll, the weight of his gut resting on her belly, her tail wrapped about his right calf.

It was not a race, but an exploration, each seeking to understand the other, as they were joined in a union that nature had not intended, and yet both desired. She hissed every time he hit her summit, he grunted each time he fought for a withdrawal. It was not a desperate rut, or a feverish mating, but a meeting of lovers.

Sophia spread for him like an old friend's embrace, and Brad drove in like a master returning to the homestead. She could taste his sweat, smell his musk, and feel his heart beating beneath his fur. It was not perfect, but it was them, and in that moment, it was all they needed. Comfort and pleasure, excitement and acceptance, two souls each needing what the other promised.

"Brad, Brad, fuck me, harder," the hissing pleas broke her lips, as her tongue tasted him again and again, scenting their combined arousal and the desperation that had taken each of them.

"Soph, Soph, oh, you're so beautiful, I can't..." The bear groaned, feeling her constricting and pulsing, the hot walls of her cloaca, tighter than any mammal woman he'd ever known.

"Fuck me, papa bear, just let it go," the reptile begged, her own fingers digging into his shoulders, before she gave into an instinct, and snapped her jaw on his collar in a lightning strike.

He had just a momentary animal flinch, before senses caught up with his reaction, the fangless viper only worrying his skin as he grunted ever closer to completion. "I'm there, Soph, I'm coming, you ready, oh god..."

His hips bucked, and he was gone, the sensation of her, her smell, her taste, her feel, the knowledge that soon they'd have a future, a house, kids, a life of doing this over and over till they were sick of the intensity of their mismatched perfection, it broke a dam in his mind that had been built over years. And with that, he gave a roar of satisfaction, and filled Sophia with all the heat she could ever need.

The two collapsed, panting, his weight pressing her deep into the covers, his seed sloshing and pooling in her womb. Neither could speak, nor had any intention to. They simply laid, and basked in the glow, and the comfort of each other's embrace.

It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, each managing maybe a chuckle, or a sigh, or a moan, as they languished in the preposterous glory of their union. Till a tickling sound on the edge of their senses had both bear and snake roll, and turn, and face the plastic box with its heated mat.

The parents, disentangled, no words required, as four apple-sized eggs began to crack and splinter, their inhabitants eager for the world.

They watched in awe, as each soft package gave way, a tiny snout, breaking the smooth white surface, then a miniscule paw, prying and struggling and worrying away that opening. Before their eyes, breaking way into the world, four small, hairy faces, breached their prisons, and drank in the air of the real world.

Hybrids were always a gamble, something parents were told to prepare themselves for. But against the odds, four healthy little lives clambered free, and began to mewl. Legless like their mother, but furry like their father, they had the blindness of a bear-cub and half the face to match, round ears flat and gummed with yolk, flat and blunted snouts, and the cries of a cub desperate for someone to explain what was going in.

It was a moment neither parent could have prepared for, the shock, the joy, the worry and the excitement, all in one. They were so small, so helpless, and so very definitely a new reality in both their lives.

"Well," Sophia hissed, her voice barely spreading, "I guess, we're going to need to think up some names."

Brad nodded, watching as his four children, his son and three daughters, squirmed and wriggled on the mat, heart hammering as at last, after decades of delays, he had the family he'd been planning for.

"I'll teach them, to walk..."

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