Unbearable Mr. Bear
Sometimes, all you need is a hug...
- May 9, 2025
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Part 1: https://sanctioned-suicide.net/threads/dream-job-part-1-getting-acquainted.212633/
Part 2: https://sanctioned-suicide.net/threads/dream-job-part-2-learning-process.212722/
Part 3: https://sanctioned-suicide.net/threads/dream-job-part-3-self-discovery.212811/
After some days off, I've gone and did it again! Raise your monster fucker permits!
Part 1: https://sanctioned-suicide.net/threads/dream-job-part-1-getting-acquainted.212633/
Part 2: https://sanctioned-suicide.net/threads/dream-job-part-2-learning-process.212722/
Part 3: https://sanctioned-suicide.net/threads/dream-job-part-3-self-discovery.212811/
After some days off, I've gone and did it again! Raise your monster fucker permits!
Dream Job
Part 4: Leaps and Bonds
After a very relaxing night, one I haven't had in months, I wake up later than usual, so I hurry up and fix myself for work, arriving just in time. HR is lenient when work hours are considered, but I prefer not to tempt fate, as I feel I'm going to enjoy working here, more than anywhere else. Losing this job means losing that...losing Jules...
"Hey Gil! Bad hair day today?" I hear Xandra approach with a carrot cake slice covered in chocolate. I put my hands on my hair and I can feel it completely uncombed, like I just woke up from bed. "My best guess is someone is occupying your mind more than your headworms, hahahaha!" I quickly try to fix it. "Ugh...how is it now? Better?" I ask Xandra. "Now, instead of looking like a lunatic, you look like a shonen protagonist, so...better?" Xandra says, stifling her laughter.
She reaches down on her fanny pack below her lab coat and gets me a comb. "Here, get yourself good and pretty for your monster girl. I bet she's super lonely right now and waiting for you to come back. Don't disappoint her." She shoves the last part of her meal on her mouth, quickly going towards her own chamber room. "Tuf uf lunp bu du woy" She says with her mouth full. I have no idea what she said.
I went to the washroom to get my hair right. Looking at the mirror, I am shocked at the exaggerations Xandra made. It looked fine, maybe a little ahoge there, to indulge her japanophilic lingo, but otherwise normal, at least for me. I comb the little there is to comb, and route myself to my own experimentation room.
As I enter, I'm surprised by Jules looking at the lit screen, attentively watching a documentary about dinosaurs and other prehistoric creatures. She is coiled in a comfortable manner, and the room seems clean, my best guess being cleaning drones. "Good morning, Jules." She uncoils violently, scared at my voice after hours of silence from me. "Gilbert? GILBERT?! You're...I'm..." I open the polarized window. "Calm down, Jules, there is no-" She jumps at the window, hands clawing at my direction.
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE FOREVER, YOU FUCK!" She speaks in a most...human-like manner. A mixture of English language accents, but perfect aside from the hissy voice. I would be surprised, but...well... "You should have put up a note, anything! I...I really thought...I lost you." Slowly, she coils herself back, at what I can only describe as the serpentine equivalent of a fetal position. "You have no idea how much I missed you, Gilbert! You're the only one who treated me like I was worth a damn!"
I'm sure Jules would be crying, if she had any lacrimal apparatus. "Jules...I am sorry. I made a mistake. I should have put a note, or a sign that I would be back. I'll make sure to always put a note from now on. Is there anything you want me to do to compensate my mistake?" Jules is still visibly agitated, her palm on the window shows her "veins" pumping faster than normal.
"...no, I don't want compensation. I just want you to be with me, Gil." Gil? She learned a lot while I was away. "You're the only one that matters to me, besides myself." She slithers back a bit, "sitting" on herself. "Well...to be honest, I knew you were coming back. I just...never thought I would miss someone that much. In my old cage, I was most at ease when nobody was around. They would poke me, shock me, talk of me like I was an object to be used. inject me with things that would make me feel hot, cold, angry, sad, scared, but never, NEVER happy!"
I listen attentively to her. Sadly, many of the experiments that come to the EBRF are of that kind, since they are usually not seen as needing any kind of emotional care. Even farm animals are treated better in some parts, which is saddening. "Jules...I'm...I won't treat you like that here, I promise. I can't take you off of your room, but I can try my best to make your stay here a happy one."
She looks at me and slowly comes closer. "I want to believe that, Gilbert. Maybe I will if you keep treating me like you do." I go towards the window and put my hands and forehead to symbolize gratefulness. She does the same, and I see her eyes, which seem to be more emotive due to the lids.
We stay there for an hour or so, and I hear her long sighs as she looks into my eyes, hers half-lidded. Her face sadly do not have the muscles to emote. She slowly backs off and "sits". "Thank you, Gil. I'm calmer now." She looks back at the monitor, paused on that documentary. "I wanna show you something." She fidgets with the screen, until opening a video of human anatomy...specifically, human genitalia.
"I am not human, but I have something that resembles a "vagina", and inside it, there is something called the "clitoris."" I feel like I am in sex ed. "Ok, so, this "clitoris", I've seen in other videos, is very sensitive, and when rubbed, it makes the "woman" feel something called "pleasure" which is an euphoric emotion. Is that...is that what happened to me yesterday?" I stop for a bit to process how much she really learned. "...Yes, probably. I do not know if your anatomy is exactly the same as humans, but you definitely felt..."pleasure", or at least arousal." I'm curious to see where this was going.
"Okay, so this one is called a "penis", and is what a human male, a "man", would have instead of a "vagina", right? Instead of a small, fleshy hole with a nub, you have a large cylindrical organ with a rosy tip, called the "glans". It can also inflate itself, for some reason. Can I see your "penis", Gil?" The request was very unexpected, although Jules probably don't know much about social cues and norms, and honestly...I prefer that way.
"I mean, I showed you my vagina, so I guess it's fair you show me your penis." I fidget about, thinking if I really should oblige her. In one hand. the thought of it excites me, but...this may be too fast, even for me. "...Look, Gilbert, it's okay if you d-" "I'll do it." I say, swallowing dry. "Really? Thank you! I saw some in the videos, but I wanted to see a real one." I stepped aside towards a section of the glass that could show my entire body. I silently undid my pants, shaking a bit from the anxiety and excitement.
"Wow...it's...smaller than I expected." She says, as my floppy penis and scrotum dangle for her. She looks at my genitals very closely, trying to make out the details. "It's...I can't put into words...but I can't stop looking at it for some reason." She puts her hands on the glass, coming so close her snout is touching. I can see her veins pumping faster. I approach the glass and let my cock touch the window in front of her face.
Her veins pump faster, her breath starts frosting the surface of the polarized glass, indicating hot blood...and arousal. At this moment, my own erection starts coming. "It's inflating...why does it do that, Gil?" She asks, still focused on my crotch. "Well, it inflates because of arousal." "And what is arousal, exactly?" Jules asks. I have a feeling she knows, but wants me to say it. "It's when you're emotionally heightened due to-" "You're horny, aren't you?" She interrupts me.
Something clicked that moment, as that assertive and dry, yet spot on phrase told me what I wanted to hear. I look down, and her black blood races through her vessels as she claws on the glass, looking at my penis inflating completely, pulsating with need, the tip of the glans out of the foreskin. "Do you...enjoy looking at it?" I ask at Jules, as she starts licking the glass between her face and my dick. "I don't know what I'm feeling right now, Gil. My mind is racing, my senses are heightened, and...and my vagina is so wet, it's dripping down my body."
I know what she wants, and I want it too, but I cannot enter her chamber...yet. I hear the sloshing sound of herself fingering her needy organ. "Gil...I want that, Gil. I...I want your penis, for some reason. I want to...to lick it...to...I don't know where all those wants are coming from but...please...give me something...I need it!" She was completely submitted to her desire, so to sedate her heat, I started masturbating for her.
"Does that help?" I ask, my own desires also flowing freely. "Oh...yes, Gil, masturbate for me. I want to see you do this...fondle your balls too." I oblige her, my own wicked self grinning in delight. "Gil...you're so good...I want you. This feels so...good...hiss..." She starts hissing and moaning as she moves back a little, letting me see her gorgeous, fully engorged pussy slit, a waterfall of juices. The sight fueled my own need, growing oh so fast.
"Hng...Jules, I can't hold it anymore...I think I'm going to ej...ejac...cul...I'm gonna cum!" As she hears that, she comes back at the glass and opens her maw, with her long black tongue licking the glass, and her hands on the window. The scene was just what I needed to have the best orgasm I've ever had, as I ejaculated on the glass, right where her mouth was. "Yes...cum for me...cum for Jules...you're the best! The best! Gilbert!" Jules did no less, as after symbolically licking the glass, she touched herself with immense intensity, and with a fit of hisses and moans, she comes to her own release.
After recovering myself, I see Jules sitting besides our little lovemaking glass, and I go join her. We stay silent for a while, still basking on our own afterglows. "I...I'm...I don't know what happened, Gil." "I think you do, Jules. Your animal instinct took over, and together with your understanding of sexual organs, and I'm sure a lot more you've learned from the library, your brain detected this as a "mating" situation."
"Did I do something wrong?" Jules asked. "Not necessarily. It was consensual, and I wasn't hurt by it in any way. It was...enjoyable." It was way more than enjoyable, but that was not the time to talk about how I just "nutted hard af" or how Xandra puts it. "Yes, I loved it. I'm still feeling the...good things. But I mean...I'm not human. I'm a snake-human hybrid with other genes sprinkled in. All the scenes I've seen on those videos is of humans being together, having fun, having...sex. I think you should do those things with a real human, Gilbert."
I get where she was coming from, but she doesn't know how I was alone in my early years, and how "monsters" like her are how I coped with it, but that was for another time. "Jules...I understand, and relate, to the feeling of hypocrisy into oneself. On how you see what you do as wrong, even if you like it. It's at times like that a question comes to mind: "Is it hurting anyone to do what I like?" For me, the answer is no. What about you, Jules?"
She looks at me again. "...I can't think of a way. Am I hurting you? Please tell me I'm n-" "No. You did not hurt me. In fact, you've done the opposite of hurting. You...healed me, in a way. You filled a hole that nobody else could, and I'm grateful for it." I say, as I clean the remains of our lovemaking from the polarized glass. After it's clean, I lean and do our secret handshake, the gesture of gratefulness, on the glass. She follows suit. "I want to touch you for real some day, Gil."
"Soon enough, Jules, soon enough."
Part 4: Leaps and Bonds
After a very relaxing night, one I haven't had in months, I wake up later than usual, so I hurry up and fix myself for work, arriving just in time. HR is lenient when work hours are considered, but I prefer not to tempt fate, as I feel I'm going to enjoy working here, more than anywhere else. Losing this job means losing that...losing Jules...
"Hey Gil! Bad hair day today?" I hear Xandra approach with a carrot cake slice covered in chocolate. I put my hands on my hair and I can feel it completely uncombed, like I just woke up from bed. "My best guess is someone is occupying your mind more than your headworms, hahahaha!" I quickly try to fix it. "Ugh...how is it now? Better?" I ask Xandra. "Now, instead of looking like a lunatic, you look like a shonen protagonist, so...better?" Xandra says, stifling her laughter.
She reaches down on her fanny pack below her lab coat and gets me a comb. "Here, get yourself good and pretty for your monster girl. I bet she's super lonely right now and waiting for you to come back. Don't disappoint her." She shoves the last part of her meal on her mouth, quickly going towards her own chamber room. "Tuf uf lunp bu du woy" She says with her mouth full. I have no idea what she said.
I went to the washroom to get my hair right. Looking at the mirror, I am shocked at the exaggerations Xandra made. It looked fine, maybe a little ahoge there, to indulge her japanophilic lingo, but otherwise normal, at least for me. I comb the little there is to comb, and route myself to my own experimentation room.
As I enter, I'm surprised by Jules looking at the lit screen, attentively watching a documentary about dinosaurs and other prehistoric creatures. She is coiled in a comfortable manner, and the room seems clean, my best guess being cleaning drones. "Good morning, Jules." She uncoils violently, scared at my voice after hours of silence from me. "Gilbert? GILBERT?! You're...I'm..." I open the polarized window. "Calm down, Jules, there is no-" She jumps at the window, hands clawing at my direction.
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE FOREVER, YOU FUCK!" She speaks in a most...human-like manner. A mixture of English language accents, but perfect aside from the hissy voice. I would be surprised, but...well... "You should have put up a note, anything! I...I really thought...I lost you." Slowly, she coils herself back, at what I can only describe as the serpentine equivalent of a fetal position. "You have no idea how much I missed you, Gilbert! You're the only one who treated me like I was worth a damn!"
I'm sure Jules would be crying, if she had any lacrimal apparatus. "Jules...I am sorry. I made a mistake. I should have put a note, or a sign that I would be back. I'll make sure to always put a note from now on. Is there anything you want me to do to compensate my mistake?" Jules is still visibly agitated, her palm on the window shows her "veins" pumping faster than normal.
"...no, I don't want compensation. I just want you to be with me, Gil." Gil? She learned a lot while I was away. "You're the only one that matters to me, besides myself." She slithers back a bit, "sitting" on herself. "Well...to be honest, I knew you were coming back. I just...never thought I would miss someone that much. In my old cage, I was most at ease when nobody was around. They would poke me, shock me, talk of me like I was an object to be used. inject me with things that would make me feel hot, cold, angry, sad, scared, but never, NEVER happy!"
I listen attentively to her. Sadly, many of the experiments that come to the EBRF are of that kind, since they are usually not seen as needing any kind of emotional care. Even farm animals are treated better in some parts, which is saddening. "Jules...I'm...I won't treat you like that here, I promise. I can't take you off of your room, but I can try my best to make your stay here a happy one."
She looks at me and slowly comes closer. "I want to believe that, Gilbert. Maybe I will if you keep treating me like you do." I go towards the window and put my hands and forehead to symbolize gratefulness. She does the same, and I see her eyes, which seem to be more emotive due to the lids.
We stay there for an hour or so, and I hear her long sighs as she looks into my eyes, hers half-lidded. Her face sadly do not have the muscles to emote. She slowly backs off and "sits". "Thank you, Gil. I'm calmer now." She looks back at the monitor, paused on that documentary. "I wanna show you something." She fidgets with the screen, until opening a video of human anatomy...specifically, human genitalia.
"I am not human, but I have something that resembles a "vagina", and inside it, there is something called the "clitoris."" I feel like I am in sex ed. "Ok, so, this "clitoris", I've seen in other videos, is very sensitive, and when rubbed, it makes the "woman" feel something called "pleasure" which is an euphoric emotion. Is that...is that what happened to me yesterday?" I stop for a bit to process how much she really learned. "...Yes, probably. I do not know if your anatomy is exactly the same as humans, but you definitely felt..."pleasure", or at least arousal." I'm curious to see where this was going.
"Okay, so this one is called a "penis", and is what a human male, a "man", would have instead of a "vagina", right? Instead of a small, fleshy hole with a nub, you have a large cylindrical organ with a rosy tip, called the "glans". It can also inflate itself, for some reason. Can I see your "penis", Gil?" The request was very unexpected, although Jules probably don't know much about social cues and norms, and honestly...I prefer that way.
"I mean, I showed you my vagina, so I guess it's fair you show me your penis." I fidget about, thinking if I really should oblige her. In one hand. the thought of it excites me, but...this may be too fast, even for me. "...Look, Gilbert, it's okay if you d-" "I'll do it." I say, swallowing dry. "Really? Thank you! I saw some in the videos, but I wanted to see a real one." I stepped aside towards a section of the glass that could show my entire body. I silently undid my pants, shaking a bit from the anxiety and excitement.
"Wow...it's...smaller than I expected." She says, as my floppy penis and scrotum dangle for her. She looks at my genitals very closely, trying to make out the details. "It's...I can't put into words...but I can't stop looking at it for some reason." She puts her hands on the glass, coming so close her snout is touching. I can see her veins pumping faster. I approach the glass and let my cock touch the window in front of her face.
Her veins pump faster, her breath starts frosting the surface of the polarized glass, indicating hot blood...and arousal. At this moment, my own erection starts coming. "It's inflating...why does it do that, Gil?" She asks, still focused on my crotch. "Well, it inflates because of arousal." "And what is arousal, exactly?" Jules asks. I have a feeling she knows, but wants me to say it. "It's when you're emotionally heightened due to-" "You're horny, aren't you?" She interrupts me.
Something clicked that moment, as that assertive and dry, yet spot on phrase told me what I wanted to hear. I look down, and her black blood races through her vessels as she claws on the glass, looking at my penis inflating completely, pulsating with need, the tip of the glans out of the foreskin. "Do you...enjoy looking at it?" I ask at Jules, as she starts licking the glass between her face and my dick. "I don't know what I'm feeling right now, Gil. My mind is racing, my senses are heightened, and...and my vagina is so wet, it's dripping down my body."
I know what she wants, and I want it too, but I cannot enter her chamber...yet. I hear the sloshing sound of herself fingering her needy organ. "Gil...I want that, Gil. I...I want your penis, for some reason. I want to...to lick it...to...I don't know where all those wants are coming from but...please...give me something...I need it!" She was completely submitted to her desire, so to sedate her heat, I started masturbating for her.
"Does that help?" I ask, my own desires also flowing freely. "Oh...yes, Gil, masturbate for me. I want to see you do this...fondle your balls too." I oblige her, my own wicked self grinning in delight. "Gil...you're so good...I want you. This feels so...good...hiss..." She starts hissing and moaning as she moves back a little, letting me see her gorgeous, fully engorged pussy slit, a waterfall of juices. The sight fueled my own need, growing oh so fast.
"Hng...Jules, I can't hold it anymore...I think I'm going to ej...ejac...cul...I'm gonna cum!" As she hears that, she comes back at the glass and opens her maw, with her long black tongue licking the glass, and her hands on the window. The scene was just what I needed to have the best orgasm I've ever had, as I ejaculated on the glass, right where her mouth was. "Yes...cum for me...cum for Jules...you're the best! The best! Gilbert!" Jules did no less, as after symbolically licking the glass, she touched herself with immense intensity, and with a fit of hisses and moans, she comes to her own release.
After recovering myself, I see Jules sitting besides our little lovemaking glass, and I go join her. We stay silent for a while, still basking on our own afterglows. "I...I'm...I don't know what happened, Gil." "I think you do, Jules. Your animal instinct took over, and together with your understanding of sexual organs, and I'm sure a lot more you've learned from the library, your brain detected this as a "mating" situation."
"Did I do something wrong?" Jules asked. "Not necessarily. It was consensual, and I wasn't hurt by it in any way. It was...enjoyable." It was way more than enjoyable, but that was not the time to talk about how I just "nutted hard af" or how Xandra puts it. "Yes, I loved it. I'm still feeling the...good things. But I mean...I'm not human. I'm a snake-human hybrid with other genes sprinkled in. All the scenes I've seen on those videos is of humans being together, having fun, having...sex. I think you should do those things with a real human, Gilbert."
I get where she was coming from, but she doesn't know how I was alone in my early years, and how "monsters" like her are how I coped with it, but that was for another time. "Jules...I understand, and relate, to the feeling of hypocrisy into oneself. On how you see what you do as wrong, even if you like it. It's at times like that a question comes to mind: "Is it hurting anyone to do what I like?" For me, the answer is no. What about you, Jules?"
She looks at me again. "...I can't think of a way. Am I hurting you? Please tell me I'm n-" "No. You did not hurt me. In fact, you've done the opposite of hurting. You...healed me, in a way. You filled a hole that nobody else could, and I'm grateful for it." I say, as I clean the remains of our lovemaking from the polarized glass. After it's clean, I lean and do our secret handshake, the gesture of gratefulness, on the glass. She follows suit. "I want to touch you for real some day, Gil."
"Soon enough, Jules, soon enough."
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