Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-37315504-20181225211433/@comment-36855838-20181227044130

There the odd woman stood, or perhaps just was, because she had no legs to stand upon, beyond that, her skin was covered in burn marks, but mostly her palms.

So the fences aren't lethal.

Her long, serpentine tail was covered in dark brown blotches, and all scales besides those were green.

The tour guide once again spoke.

"As you are all aware, the Lamiae were known for embracing their mates tightly, often for hours at a time, and while our genetic record was somewhat incomplete, and illustrations were lacking, the addition of boa constrictor genes proved sufficient for our purposes."

The people gawked at us on our rocky little ledge, the small platform we sat on was one of the few places beneath a heat lamp in this cave-like enclosure.

The serpentine beauty pounces, her arms dart for me, her body swishes forward, she travels the three feet towards me, and my shackles come undone.

"As you good folks can see, she's very friendly, and quite eager to get to know her man. As for those who don't know, this is the portion of the trip where we move on. Any adults who wish to see this portion of their bonding practices may return for our 10:00 p.m. tour, when children are not allowed."

The odd roller-coaster car trundled away, likely to some other enclosure.

The Lamia had simply been laying atop me for the past minute, making no moves of her own, and her flesh was almost icy cold, quite refreshing in the heat of the lamp.

Slowly, she grew warmer, and began to coil herself around me, she wrapped tighter, and tighter, but never tight enough to hurt.

Her inderbelly was surprisingly soft, and the squish of her flesh was quite pleasant.

Unfortunately, my underwear did little to pritect me from the stimulation, and I-

Oooh h h. . .

Well, those are ruined.

I reach up to her face before she can pass a loop around my arms.

She's startled, and I capitalize on her moment of hesitation to pull her in for a kiss.

When she pulls away, it's with blushing cheeks and embers of passion in her eyes.

She rotates her coils a bit, and after some fiddling, we're in the middle of sex.

It lasts a while, not due to my own stamina, but to hers.

Eventually, she tires out, laying back down atop me with her tail circling the platform in the rays of the heat lamp.

In the following two months, she lays twenty massive eggs into my lap.

At first I'm unsure what to do, but she keeps setting them down in various heated areas, so I just follow her lead.

I wind up checking the eggs with her on occasion, and soon enough, the first one hatches, and she quickly climbs me, wrapping her little tail around my torso and babbling nonsense.

While her mother knows nothing of speech, I make sure to teach her and my other daughters, soon they teach their mother how to speak as well.

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Years pass, and we're more or less left to our own devices, and surprise-surprise, my wife continues to pump out children in groups of twenty.

The girls lend a hand in raising their younger siblings, and eventually, some are moved out to new enclosures, visiting often with their new husbands.

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Shit finally hit the fan last week, the eclilse started and didn't stop outside, and none of my daughters or grand-daughters knew what was happening.

I just got hornier and hornier, and the same hapoened to my wife, her tail got longer, too.

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She's started laying eggs from the end of her tail, instead of from her torso. We don't stop having sex anymore, our unwed daughters tend to us.

The birth rate has increased dramatically, and odd fruits are growing all over the island, all edible.

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Eldest daughter found a boat, we've been put on it with the other first couples and everybody's eldest children.

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We've hit the mainland, our children are swarming free in droves, but who cares, sex is where it's at.

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The eclipse is back.