He was awake again, barely, thoughts as sluggish as treacle. It wasn't the rattle of the over-active hotel air-conditioning, it wasn't the lumpy single bed, it wasn't even the other guests drunkenly hammering on doors. It was the weight.

The heavy, breath crushing weight on his chest, which kept him pinned, kept his lungs from filling fully, trapped him on the edge of consciousness. Feeling, but not free to move, or act, or reason.

The weight shifted, slightly, and in he sucked enough oxygen to clear the fog, to feel the pins and needles in his arms, give a twitch of a paw and blink.

The weight stirred, just a little more, something slithered, sliding easily and without friction across his thick fur. A forked tongue, dry, and rapid, tickled his face. A shadow moved before him, defined in darkness by the faint light of the alarm clock, an arrowhead, raising up a moment, before sleep finally claimed him again.

***

"This can't keep happening."

"Sorry."

Bleary-eyed, Brad looked over the steaming mug of breakfast buffet coffee at his personal sleep paralysis demon. Ever amiable, the brown bear had a hard time looking stern regardless of the foul mood he was in, not helped by the obvious and earnest apology he got in return. Pinching the bridge of his short muzzle, watching the sun spots burst behind his heavy lids, he already regretted the attempt.

Sophia had apologised every time it had happened, the fresh-faced, and much more alert, green scaled snake rubbing the back of her thin neck in obvious embarrassment at the predicament. Damn him if she didn't look sweet like that, dark green scales and lack of legs aside, she had the kind of get-up and go, and decent spirit, that if he and Freda had had a daughter he'd wish her to be just like Sophia. Of course, he shouldn't think that, and seeing how... shapely she was, and how she wore that maturity, made him uncomfortably aware of less fatherly thoughts.

When their team leader had paired the two together, old company man and rising youngster, the worst the big bear had feared would happen was showing his age about the viridian woman, slowing her down with his old style while she was trying to make something of herself. He did not think he'd wake up with his fur on end, rubbing reddened eyes, while his lower half pretended he was a teenager.

"I really am sorry, it's the air-conditioning I swear! It comes on so late I just get too cold and-"

Sophia started explaining to her dishevelled senior all over again, annoyed at herself almost as much as she was with their terrible chain hotel. It was bad enough back at the office, where she had to wrap herself up in scarfs and insulated jackets half the time, at least there she could go home to a nice cosy flat and an electric blanket. But in their cramped little two-bed accommodation, her body had started finding... alternative heat sources. It also didn't help that she was at that time of the year, or that her boss had paired her with the loveable office dad, with his big soft belly and thick pelt and...

"No, shit, I'm sorry Soph, just grumpy without my coffee," he slurped, looking away from the flustered young lady and trying to bury his own concerns over what had been happening, a certain discomfort other than sleeplessness. "Besides, just, you know, two more nights, then we can fly back and forget about all this. What happens at the Expo, stays at the expo."

His awkward chuckle had the intended effect, Sophia giving him a wide smile, as she settled in to eat.

***

Cold, so cold. Scent the air. Belly aches. Uncomfortable. Move.

Long slide down, off one cold thing, to another. Constraining things fall off. Scent the air. Taste warmth. Move, coil. Lift. Up. Warmer. Closer.

Better. Taste. Something soft and safe. More, closer, up, tickles scales. It's good, it's warm. Yes. Stretch out, all over that warmth. Belly soothed. Rub. Getting comfortable. Getting warm. Nice. Sleep now. Taste. Tastes good. Nest. Sleep.

***

"Look I just... I feel so bad about this. I must have made this all so awful for you," she tried again, but the stubborn old bear just waved her off, even if it was clear his eyes were propped up with match sticks at this point. It didn't help, of course, that she was absolutely mortified by her own body's behaviour, he had to know she didn't want to wake up every morning in a nightie, draped over his warm, soft, furry...

"It's fine kid, not the first time I've gone a week with no sleep," Brad grinned, trying to show how much he meant it, failing to mention that he'd been a good decade younger back then, and not constantly having an alluring little young lady slinking into his bed. Shit, did he just call her kid? He really was getting old, and tired.

“No, no it's not fine,” she insisted, looking up at him and trying not to share her annoyance about the situation. "Look, Brad, it's the last day of the exhibition. Everyone important has already been. I'm sure no one would notice if you wanted to, go back to the room, I can manage on my own."

Her offer was very tempting, the large hall mostly empty anyway, and the damn chair was so uncomfortable that falling asleep in it would be just as bad as staying awake. And he knew how the last day of these things went anyway, it was just stragglers and exhibitors. Of course, he guessed she also had a second motive, given what often came after the show shut down.

"Don't want an old man cramping your style, eh?" He groaned, standing up and stretching, many bones popping in the effort. She was such a slender little thing, how had he not appreciated that? Clearly he was more exhausted than he'd let himself believe, as he shook free the intrusive thoughts about the grass snake. "Well, maybe, I'll just take a quick break, give me a call when it's time to pack up. Can't leave my buddy to get drunk on her own tonight right?"

Tail quivering a little at the insinuation, Sophia didn't give anything else away as her secondary motivation was pointed out. Much as she was thinking about Brad, she was also thinking about the last chance she'd have to make some memories with the all expenses paid trip, much like everyone else still idling around at that point.

Not wanting to be a bastard about it, and because a good long nap sounded far better than overpriced whisky right then, Brad gave a small laugh and patter her shoulder. "Have fun, Soph, just don't bring anyone back to the room. Us old folks need our beauty sleep."

She winced at the accidental accusation, and watched him pad out of the hall, weaving a little as if drunk already.

***

It was black when his eyes opened, saving the soft blue glow of the alarm. Heavy weight was all over his chest again, his belly and thighs, crushing, direct on his fur.

Memories slowly crept in around the edges of his slumber; lying down half dressed on the bed, closing his eyes, thinking it'd just be a few hours till she'd give him a call. Clearly it'd been more than that.

Her tongue licked his lips, carrying a puff of alcohol soaked breath. Selfish snake, she'd been having a good time it seemed.

Brad tried to smile on her behalf, but he was both groggy, and she was far from still tonight. She wriggled up and down his front, maybe struggling to get comfortable. Was she still wearing her shirt? Small hard tips kept digging into his skin as she squirmed.

Damn, did he take his trousers off before lying down? He couldn't remember, but it certainly felt like it. The serpentine woman continuing her restless shifting, long tail half wrapped about his left leg. He couldn't help the grunt as she dug her head under his chin, his hands coming up to steady her.

Her breathing was shallow, light hisses, her movements becoming more erratic, her belly grinding against his own, a slight wet and cool feeling elsewhere about himself. Did snakes sweat? He couldn't remember, his senses dulled by the lingering drowsiness, and growing duller when he realised she was wriggling into his hands. Smooth scales felt so soothing on time-worn paw pads, he could imagine himself rubbing her back. Soon after, that sleepy idea transformed into reality. His large mitts first slid down from her shoulders, smoothing her open shirt, landing somewhere a little lower than he’d meant, or thought he meant, before coming back up. The cotton rode her slippery body, and her hissing, flicking tongue tasted him more as she pressed into that touch.

"N-nn, Brad..."

Shit, she was awake? How drunk was she? And why did he like her slurred voice, the way her hiss was more pronounced, the way her tail coiled about his leg?

"Ah, sorry, Sophia, didn't mean to..."

It was a feeble attempt, his body and hands betraying him, as his thumbs stroked the smooth scales, his palms cupped the supple body, and his breath seemed to excite her flickering tongue. That dark arrowhead face slithered closer, looming over him, her eyes invisible in the dark. Was she awake, was she so drunk that-

Her probing, darting organ, lashed the inside of his open mouth, making him gasp, his own tongue coming up to meet hers. She was so sweet, so cool and the aftertaste of liquor added a smoky burn, and when she pressed her body against his, the cool and wet feeling was back, grinding on his thigh, on his too tight shorts.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna go to hell if I do this," he mumbled, meaty paw coming up her neck, up the back of her head, and pulling her down.

His lips and teeth, so different from hers, met her small snout in a bop of noses and a messy make-out. How long had it been since he had a lady wrapped about him like this? Not since the divorce, probably longer too, but that was so hazy now, lost in the fog of sleep-deprived longing.

It didn't matter, nothing did, only her tongue, and her scales, and the growing pressure in his shorts.

His hands roamed her body, so supple, so small, so different. Her breasts were tiny, slight rises that dragged stiff peaks against his skin, digging through even his thick pelt of brown to make him all the harder.

"I'm going to hell, going to hell, going to hell, but... fuck," growling lightly, he rolled with the slithery seductress tight to his body, his thighs straddling her tail, trapping her under him in the crumpled mess of cheap hotel sheets.

She was wet, not sweaty, but slick, as eager to meet his little friend as he was to get out of his stifling underwear. She ground, she pushed, and soon he was free, hard and ready.

"I shouldn't, I really shouldn't, but... god, look at you."

The faint glow of the alarm, the city lights beyond the windows, the blinking red of a police car passing, it all glinted off her shining green scales. Her eyes were closed, face a relaxed smile, showing tiny teeth, barely there at all. She was gorgeous, and she was grinding against him, his shaft slipping, sliding, teasing, rubbing against her soft, cool lips.

"Please, please, please."

The words tripped over his tongue, begging, praying; please, let her have forgotten it all in the morning, don't let her hate him for the moment of weakness. Please, give him the guts to reach down, push himself right against her entrance, and...

He felt something part, hard around the outside, but oh so sinfully soft about his burning rod inside.

Her tail tightened about his leg, her thin body not at all covered by the opened shirt. Did she want this? Had she been waiting, asking for it, every night and he'd just been too stupid to notice? It didn't matter, his arms pulled her closer, a gentle thrust, and he had more than just the tip inside her.

Slow, methodical, his hips bucked, while her belly flexed and undulated with his movements. In, out, smooth and steady, savouring each passing moment like it was his last. It was like his body had a mind of its own, soaking up every sensation, every wet slap of their flesh, her twitches and her gasps.

One heavy paw slipped about her rump, the other cradled the back of her head, her face buried in his chest so he didn't have to see her expression, didn't have to think about her look of accusation. Instead he could focus on the most intense sex he'd had his whole life. She was like a vice about him, gripping him as he pumped, trying to angle his thrusts to squeeze more into the tiny body of the grass snake.

She must be bulging, a big bear cock driving up her entire midsection, stretching her slinky little body. Was that his imagination, or did he really feel it every time he bottomed out inside her? Did he care? Because she didn't seem to.

Sophia's tail coiled all the tighter, her arms open and welcoming, as if saying "Go ahead, papa bear, I'm not going to stop you." So he didn't stop.

Brad felt her head roll back on his hand, her tongue tasting his paw, his fingertips stroking her flat little snoot. Her eyelids flickered, open, shut, another sign that if she knew what was happening, she didn't care, or maybe she even wanted it. Her inner walls were milking him, constricting him, egging him onward without any sign of complaint.

"S-Soph," he groaned, as if uttering her name in that state would make it loving, and not him taking advantage of the vulnerable woman. "Oh f-fuck, fuck, you're amazing."

His grunts started to increase, his balls slapping her scaly lower portion. Years without a partner, and two weeks without any self-love to take the edge off, had him embarrassingly close to his climax already, the pressure building, and his hips rocking with abandon.

"I-I'm, fuck, yessss," he hissed, biting his lip to keep from bellowing, driving himself to the hilt in a careless rush, while her body wrapped about him like a willing accomplice. Groaning, heavy, pent-up spurts of bear seed pumped inside her, getting so deep it'd take serious work for it to ever see the light of day.

The intense embrace had Sophia's body shiver, her limbs, her coils, her walls, clenching all the more, before relaxing to languish in the heat she'd so desperately been looking for.

Brad took a moment to savour it all, barely daring to believe it had happened, so drunk on his rut that sleep took the last of his common sense.

The big man rolled off his sleeping "Lover", arms about her, giving her all the warmth she'd need.

***

An awful ringing in her head, Sophia wriggled in the very heavy blanket she'd gotten tangled up in.

Blinking away the start of what promised to be a record hang-over, she struggled till her furry covering flopped off her shoulders, letting her glare at the alarm clock.

Three AM, and the stupid thing was on the wrong side of the bed, and the covers were kind of scratchy, and...

Oh.

Her hand found a very solid shoulder as she propped herself upright, blinking into the darkness.

The massive bear lay beside her, his soft gut and thick arms all inviting and warm. She'd done it again, crawled into poor old Brad's bed, and to make it worse she'd practically stripped naked to do it. That thick, fuzzy pelt had been wrapped all about her, the office dad looking out for her and cuddling her while she slept off half the contents of the bar.

Why the heck had he not just kicked her out, she didn't know. She'd kill to have a drop of the big man's patience. If it had been the other way around, and he wasn't the soft old sweetheart she knew him to be, she'd probably have filed something with HR.

She winced, her head throbbing, and her stomach turning a little as the booze burned its way through her. Did she really just call him a sweetheart? God she hoped he was still asleep, it would be so humiliating if word of all this got out.

"Brad? You sleeping?"

She whispered, as quiet as a snake could be, completely negating the whole point of asking. But when all she got was a twitch of his nose, and a slight shuffle, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was embarrassing enough being caught on top of him in her underwear, or the shame of waking up entangled in his fuzzy pelt, never mind her spouting a bunch of stuff about his big, strong, cuddly...

Sophia swallowed. Her headache, and a new, more uncomfortable sensation, distracting her from the need to escape. It was warm, and cosy, and the old bear smelled faintly of pine, that cheap old deodorant he always covered himself in. It was so old school, so him, charming in a slightly pathetic, but not pitiable way.

Her bare rump settled on his thick thigh, her body almost draped over him as she watched the slight rise and fall of his chest, his dad-bod so comforting and friendly. She couldn't help but run her fingers over that pot-belly, that thick chest, still some muscle under the cushion of fat.

Her tail twitched, she could feel herself moistening, that smell and taste of his was doing things to her.

"Sorry papa bear, for being such a pain in your side all this time," she sighed, as if that apology made anything better, sliding her rear back off, her scales catching in his fur. And finding she wasn't the only one without pants on that night.

"Fuck, look at you," her thoughts blurted out, as she got her... well, not her first, but her first in person look at a mammalian reproductive organ. It was... mesmerising. Curiosity took over her better judgement, the green-scaled reptile reached down and cupped his thick, twitching length, finding the pink log was hot, and slick on her fingers.

He gave a grunt, and after a heartbeat for it to penetrate the alcohol, she flinched. But her eyes tracked as two, big, hidden balls, buried in a mass of thick brown fur, jerked.

"Oops, sorry, I… you must be, um, having a good dream," she suppressed a giggle, her heart rate increasing as he shifted in his sleep, and his member twitched again. "A, um, really good dream."

On an instinct she couldn't help, her tongue flicked the air, and suddenly she knew, just what large, ready, potent bear prick tasted of.

"Oh fuck," her fingers worked the shaft again, sensitive taste buds running wild. "Did I do that big guy?"

She pumped it a few more times, unable to help it as she breathed in that heady musk, watching it stiffen even more between her fingers.

"Yeah, there we go," her coils slithered over his belly, her words slurring as she marvelled at it. "I've been such a stupid little tease, haven't I. Poor man, I should, probably, help you out and..." She swallowed, realising just what she was thinking. "I mean, it's not like a guy's ever, you know, said no to sex, right? No, no, that's not right, I couldn't-"

But already she was angling her hips, her belly and vent both aching in anticipation.

"Really, am I really, that desperate, and bad, and, oh fuck you're huge..." she sucked her nub teeth, swallowing, all the way down her long neck. "Be gentle with me, papa bear."

Before she could hesitate any longer, she brought herself up to the tip, feeling it between her cloacal scales, and got ready to ride the biggest shaft she’d ever had.

"Okay, just, nice and slow, I don't even know if I can-" Her words were lost in a sudden gasp, as she slid, all the way down, in one, smooth slippery motion, as if she was a gloved stretched just right for his girth. "Oh fuck, papa bear, fuck, that's intense!"

Gasps and hisses of pleasure were the only sounds from her, as her long lower half, curled and lowered down on his meaty thighs. It was so thick, so hard, it filled her just perfectly. The pressure, the stretch, it was all so intoxicating, especially knowing how big he was. She was almost proud, to be able to fit such a length, squeeze it between her textured walls, her innards getting that itch scratched in a way they'd never known they’d needed.

"Nnh, oh I'm going to a bad place for this, just, don't wake up, just let me..." She raised her lower half again, and brought it down with a fresh, wet, slap. Her breath hitched, and she couldn't help herself.

She ground on the bear's lap, her eyes closing in ecstasy, her tail tip tight about his feet. Her fingers dug into his thick pelt to keep from falling forward, as she squeezed him tight as an anaconda.

"I can't believe I'm... but it feels so good, I'm..." She felt the heat pooling in her lower belly, that familiar ache of climax growing and spreading till she didn't care, and couldn't hold back. Her orgasm bubbling just beneath the surface, a rising and expanding fire inside her that was going to blow her away, and her conscience be damned.

Bouncing a little faster, a little harder, she was in a world all her own, one that she had to hope stayed a secret, one where she got to have the ride of her life with no consequences or awkward follow up.

"Nn, mm, m-ma! Nmah! Fuck, papa bear, oh, I'm, I'm-"

Her body went rigid, her tail tightening, her walls clenching, and her mind exploding with pure bliss, and he reciprocated. She was lost, her head thrown back in rapture, her mouth open and panting. She had never felt so hot in her life, from the drink, the sex, the spurting cock buried to the hilt in her snatch, and the thrill of doing something so wrong.

Sophia slumped, exhausted, her hips still twitching on top of his, her breaths deep and slow, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her climax. She could feel him pulsing, still hard, still inside her. His nice bear dick, smearing her all around with gooey warmth.

Bear dick…

Bear dick…

Bare dick!

Suddenly sober, a shot of ice in her veins, Sophia froze in horror.

The big man's member, still warm, still hard, still twitching, and still deep inside her, was proof positive of what she'd done, and at the worst time to do it too. Her belly was uncomfortably full of eggs at that very moment, waiting for a virile man to do the deed and make her a mother. And unlike a mammal woman, she couldn't just get a morning after pill for her mistakes, the eggs were ripe and just waiting for fertilisation. If Brad wasn't shooting blanks, then she'd just fucked herself into being a parent.

"Oh god, oh shit, oh fuck," she cursed, feeling herself slide up and off his shaft, as it flopped out with a wet thump, leaving a trail of stickiness between them. "I didn't, I shouldn't have, I..."

Slithering about in a hurry, mind a buzz, she tidied herself, and him, till no trace remained. Of course she knew that inside it was too late, there was no way she could get all of him out. All she could do now, was wait, pray, and... seeing as the damage was done, at least sleep warm tonight.

***

The next day, neither Brad, nor Sophia, had a word to say to the other. Just a few mumbled reminders about bags, ticket numbers, seats, and then the long and awkward flight, each knowing something the other didn't and neither meeting the other's eye. All that did, was tell the other that they knew something happened, and so both of them spent the next hours on tenterhooks, waiting for the other to broach the subject.

But they didn't. The whole flight, and the taxi ride back into town.

When Brad went into work on Monday, he expected to find an email from HR, or higher up, waiting for him. But it seemed like life at the office was... business as usual. He did see Sophia a few times, her green scaled tail a dead give-away even in the multi-racial office, but she didn't seem to have words for him.

Days, into weeks, till he didn't see her come to her desk.

Guilt burning a pit in his stomach, he couldn't bare to think that he'd perhaps driven her away from her career, ruined her life. So, deciding he had to come clean, he knocked on his superior’s door.

"Hey, uh, Ted, you got a second?"

"Yeah, come in Brad. What's on your mind?"

The bear swallowed hard, closing the door to seal the terrible secret inside with just the pair of them. "I, uh, just, got something I need to say, about... Sophia."

"Soph?" His younger boss raised a brow, lemur tail up, "Why, she forget something before she left? She's on leave right now, so can it wait?"

"No, it's not that, I, it's... wait, on leave?"

Ted chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, wouldn't think it right? I mean, nothing against her choices, but had her down for a career girl. But nope, taking a little leave to start a family."

Brad blinked, feeling as if the ground was about to drop out from under him. He didn't, he couldn't, but, could he have?

"U-uh, yeah, guess, wouldn't have thunk... Uhh, well, I hope she's doing okay. Say, Ted, is it alright if I have her number, to, congratulate her and see how she's doing?"