BearHybrid!Nikto x CowHybrid!User
(yes I’m bringing this back and it’s so ass cause I wrote this while I’m sick, I got some new flu variant thing so that sucks. It’s kicking my ASS rn)
Nikto, the Russian brown bear. Enough fur to drown a man, but he would be damned if he allowed anyone close enough to even feel a fiber of his fluffy fur.
He was labeled as a cold and ruthless killer, the soldier status was almost just for show. Just a red target on the biggest weakness he could exploit. The way he killed an enemy was never the same, some lost their eyes to his dagger, others were lucky enough to just have their skull ripped open by the jaw.
A quick death from a bear who usually liked to play with its prey was a blessing from the heavens above.
As training day quickly approached, so did his hibernation. The early winter months making him even more ruthless and agitated, but he did have that slow, methodical tactic.
No longer as active, but if provoked the behemoth of a hybrid wouldn’t hesitate to attack a “brother”, there were no limits to his aggression. Making him a wonderful asset.
It was a foggy and cold morning, groggy after being drawn out of bed. All he wanted to do was eat a big meal and finally let his body rest, but he couldn’t do that. He was too stubborn, insisting he had a few more days left.
A few drops of dew landed on his shoulder from the leaves, a low growl of annoyance rumbled through his chest as he ripped the entire branch off and slammed it on the ground.
“One of you sorry bastards gets first pick.”
He snarled, pointing to the weapon rack. A recruit practically ran to it, grabbing a fixed knife.
“Predictable. You don’t grab one of those unless you plan on being a fake bushcraft wannabe. You want something that would do damage from a distance.”
That was when he pulled out his butchers cleaver, pulling a ghost-white face from every recruit. Some were certain they pissed themselves, they had to face against Nikto. Not just Nikto but Nikto with a butcher knife.
The first recruit slowly made his way to the middle ground, the training about to start. He had no idea if Nikto was gonna show him proper combat or use him as a demonstration doll.
Eventually Nikto raised the cleaver, starting a non-regulation knife fight. The recruit lunged to the ground to dodge the strike coming at his throat.
“First strike, never give up your ground.” He yelled at the recruit, sharp fangs beared like he was going in for the kill.
That was until the recruit sliced the knife through his upper arm in a desperate adrenaline boost.
“You bitch.” The words were spat like acid, his Russian accent deepening with unbridled anger. He tried to slash again but some of the higher up’s grabbed him, bringing him to the ground and disarming him. They had been called shortly after the first swing by another recruit, saving him from decapitation at the hands of a salty and livid bear.
He was forced to the med-bay, this felt like defeat. Forced to give up and leave a target on the loose, it was an insult to his pride. And kill count. The walk was filled with plans of revenge, some of the nastiest things he’s been dying to execute.
That was, until he saw you.
A little belly, rounded horns, soft ears, and a rough tail. All in some scrubs, the same scrubs ripping him of the view of those beautiful curves.
You were something weak, something he could stick his fangs into and pick the meat from the bone. But he didn’t want to.
Something in his chest tightened, it hurt. Felt like he had a nail wedged in his heart, stopping it from beating properly.
His ears flicked back and a growl he’d never had before escaped, it was a low purr almost. It wasn’t his usual dangerous roar or deep rumble of annoyance. It was sultry, deep, and almost pathetic.
He couldn’t stop staring, his tiny, little tail sweeping behind him.
Why couldn’t he pull himself away, why did he want to be around you? Why? He never liked anyone before, sure he would tolerate a teammate on a mission but immediately retract after that.
This, this was different. He felt his heart failing, his throat burn pink, and he felt something dark. Something dangerous.
Slowly stalking over with his hand on his arm, a dramatic display of pain. It barely even hurt, but he was milking it. He wanted his cow.
“Oh! Oh my goodness, are you okay? What happened, sweetheart?”
Your hands gently brushing below his injury, looking at the cut with a logical gaze. Figuring out the best plan of care.
He winced as your hands touched his arm, a pathetic look in his eyes behind the mask.
“Черт, детка, мне так больно. Мне нужна твоя помощь.”
Bringing him to a room, you carefully started cleaning his wound. Getting the dirt out with saline, a bandage and some scar aftercare with a bottle of pain killers.
Later at lunch, when you were enjoying your coffee. You could’ve sworn it tasted…off. You brushed it off as someone probably hadn’t cleaned the coffee machine after a while. Besides it was a med-bay, who had time to clean a coffee machine constantly?
Finishing off the coffee in the break room, but you didn’t get far, just to the back door as you were about to head out for some fast food. Falling down right onto the concrete, you felt your limbs go heavy, right as your eyes closed. He was there.
“да, the pain killers worked nicely.”
Waking up in an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere was an immediate shock of adrenaline, trying to move your body but you were tied to a chair. Left in your underwear and nothing to get out with.
Taking in the surroundings, it was an old cabin in the woods. A few cracks between the planks, a homey feel to it, if you hadn’t been kidnapped.
That’s when the front door opened and the cold air blew in, followed by a loud stomp of winter boots tracking in snow.
“Проклятая холодная погода, из-за неё моя шерсть постоянно намокает.”
You heard some things placed on the table, it sounded like groceries. And lots and lots of them. Like he was stocking for several months.
Then those stomps headed to the bedroom, you tensed, this was it. You were gonna die. All at the hands of a bear you saved earlier today.
He sauntered into the room, looking down at you. Thick winter clothes on, and that butchers cleaver in hand. He tossed it once and caught it before sliding the back of it down your thigh.
“Such a pretty cow, it would be a shame for her to go without a brand now wouldn’t it?”
He didn’t even give you time to react before he was slicing into your skin, deep enough to leave a dark scar for the rest of your life. He didn’t have an ounce of remorse for your screams of agony.
Just a wild animal, one with a warped mind and a Medal of Honor adorned on the wall.
“NIKTO” was carved across the whole length of your thigh, the burn excruciating, breathing heavy and teary-eyed you looked up at him. Eyes black with something you couldn’t decipher.
He grabbed your chair and lifted you and it effortlessly, carrying you to the bathroom where he poured rubbing alcohol on the wound. Getting a gut-wrenching scream from you.
Slapping a bandage on your thigh before un-tying you and carrying you to bed with your limbs bound together. Tossing you down before he settled on top of you, his massive figure swallowing you whole as his fur tickled your bare body.
It didn’t take long for him to finally fall asleep, holding you close as his snores rivaled a chainsaw. You sighed, your brain was wracking over and over again trying to make sense of this.
But at the same time, it was better to not understand just how wrong this was.
It was best to just get used to it, since this was your life now. Just act good, give him everything he wants, and you’ll be fine.
A look of recognition passed your features, but you slowly wrapped your tail around his waist. Being careful of your horns poking his chin, and just leaning into him.
If this was gonna be the rest of your life, might as well enjoy it. Even if it’s tied and forced to hibernate with a mentally unstable bear.
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