[Posted: June 4, 2015]
Story warnings:
Detailed sexual content. Depictions of past and present emotional, physical, and sexual abuse. Implied/Referenced past depression and suicide. Human experimentation. Past manipulation, forced prostitution, and sexual slavery/abuse.
For the concerned RusPru fan:
The characters of Ivan(Russia) and Gilbert(Prussia) will NOT be inflicting any of the abuse warned of in this story, and every sexual act written between the two characters is fully consensual.
The wolf stopped in front of him and growled, head low and baring sharp
fangs that could easily rip the flesh from his bones. His hands went slack and
eventually, the bow fell from his hands, arrow thumping to the ground along with it.
Story warnings: human/animal hybridization. injuries. Nudity. Angst. Past Abuse. death mention. Romance. Fluff. Depression. dark themes. Violence. Blood. Implied/Referenced Suicide. Consensual. Kissing. Sexual Themes. Explicit Sexual Content. Human Experimentation. Past Sexual Abuse. Scars. Anxiety. Hurt/Comfort. Love.
Gilbert had gone out hunting, as he did every few nights. He leaped over rocks, stumps, and roots, making his way expertly around the woods as if he knew it like the back of his hand. Everything was going great. The moon was rising high, just as Gilbert loved. However, he began to notice something strange. There looked to be a path in the forest, which he never made. There were no trails or paths to follow; one must know the area to traverse it, that is all. There were broken branches hanging from the trees, ferns and bushes were stomped to the ground, and there were footprints in the dirt. Gilbert leaned down to inspect a print and found it to be that of a human.
'Can't be Ludwig,' he thought. His brother was visiting some baker in town that he fancied and would be gone for a few days, and he wouldn't come back through the forest anyway. He looked ahead and saw different tracks. These he recognized immediately.
"Wolf," he said quietly to himself. 'There are no wolves in these parts. If a pack is moving in, it could get dangerous. I'll have to deal with them.' He glanced down at his dagger, then behind him at the mere 10 arrows in his quiver. He'd need more if he was to take down an entire pack.
Still feeling curious, he followed the path farther into the woods and eventually came to a small overlook where the ground declined into a steep hill, where the trail and prints stopped. Stepping closer to the edge, he narrowed his eyes into the distance, hoping to see something.
Unfortunately, his foot slipped when he got too close to the edge and he went tumbling down the slope. He rolled down until he slammed against a tree with a pained grunt and groaned as he tried to stand, pushing his hands into the cold ground. He lifted his torso and heard a low growl to his side. It was close. Gilbert could hear the creature's heavy breathing and twigs and leaves crunch under its weight.
At that moment it was clear to him that he was the prey, not the predator. But, like any hunter, he defended himself despite his heart beating slow in fear. He grabbed his bow, nocked an arrow, and turned towards the sound as he knelt to his knee. He aimed his arrow at the creature and was ready to let the arrow fly, but something stopped him. His fingers froze and he could hear his heart pounding in his chest.
Frozen still as the creature trudged over to him, he watched in complete terrified wonder. With each step, it got bigger and bigger, like a werewolf right out of a nightmare, dark and gray and full of muscle. It was a monster.
The wolf stopped in front of him and growled, head low and baring sharp fangs that could easily rip the flesh from his bones. His hands went slack and eventually, the bow fell from his hands, arrow thumping to the ground along with it. He was shaking in fear. It was a feeling he'd never felt before, but looking at the monster had him paralyzed.
"I'm sorry," he apologized shakily between trembling lips. "I don't really want to die," he spoke again. Then, however, the wolf stopped and tilted his head. That perplexed Gilbert.
'Can it understand me...?' he wondered. It certainly wasn't the average wolf; there was something almost magical about it.
The wolf whimpered and continued towards Gilbert. He stiffened and held his breath, but once the wolf was beside him, it collapsed, slumping its large head onto Gilbert's lap. Gilbert's heart was pounding. He watched the wolf's eyes close and its ears flatten. Gilbert looked over the wolf's body and noticed that there was a wound dripping blood on one of the wolf's hind legs.
"You're hurt..." Gilbert thought out loud. The wolf shifted his head and whined. "Do...you want me to help you?"
The wolf lifted his head feebly, luminous violet eyes staring at him, and then nodded. Gilbert was in shock. The creature really could understand him, and communicate back.
"I don't live too far from here. Just on the other side of the hill, up there," he pointed. "Looks like we'll have to go around though. It's too steep for me to climb."
The wolf suddenly stood up, bit onto Gilbert's sleeve, and pulled. Gilbert figured the creature wanted him to follow, so he stood up, put his weapons away, and watched the wolf. It circled around behind him, and then suddenly its head shoved between Gilbert's legs, making him gasp in surprise as he was knocked onto the wolf's back.
"What're you doing?" Gilbert asked frantically as the wolf stepped over to the ledge with him on his back. It gave a short howl and then put a paw on the hill. Sharp claws dug into the dirt and grass, and it slowly began to climb. When Gilbert felt himself falling behind, he clutched the long fur, tightened his legs on the wolf's back and held on.
At the top, Gilbert slid off. "That was pretty impressive," he remarked, to which the wolf twitched its ears and wagged its tail. "Follow me."
.
Gilbert led the wolf back to his home, let him inside, and took him to his room. The wolf wandered around curiously sniffing everything as Gilbert went to fetch something. When Gilbert came back, he found the massive wolf curled up on his bed.
"Made yourself at home, huh?" Gilbert chuckled as he stepped over. The wolf panted and rolled over onto its back, wagging its thick tail happily.
Gilbert laughed again. "There, stay like that. It'll be easier for me to patch up your leg." Gilbert moved around to the wolf's backside and began to work. Whenever he heard the wolf whimper a little, he'd apologize. It was bizarre; the wolf looked so vicious at first, like a nightmare, but now he was docile and seemed like a dog. Just bigger. Much bigger.
Once Gilbert was done cleaning and wrapping the wound, he went back in front of the wolf.
"Just rest for a while. You look like you've been through a lot." The wolf replied with a quiet whine. Gilbert went to his desk, and began looking through an old book he had about mythical beings and creatures. He was sure things like that didn't exist, but he couldn't help his curiosity.
After a while, he looked behind him at the wolf. It still felt like a dream. Gilbert was almost certain that it was a werewolf, despite them being right out of fantasy. Gilbert looked back at his book and read through a few more pages, but then heard some shifting behind him. He turned, and nearly tripped over his chair when he jolted up from it.
"Wh-Wh-What the hell—" he stammered as he held onto his chair. His cheeks turned pink at the sight in front of him.
On his bed where the large wolf once was was now a muscular and completely naked man, save for the bandage on his ankle. He had the ears and tail of a wolf, but he was mostly a man.
"Oh... I have changed back," the man mumbled and spread his legs to look where he was sitting, and to examine his legs in general.
"HEY!" Gilbert shrieked, face even redder. "Who the fuck are you!?"
"Hm?" The man looked up, ears standing straight up curiously. He didn't notice Gilbert there until then and suddenly grinned happily. His fangs were there too. He suddenly bounced up and ran to Gilbert, causing the other to nearly trip over his feet as he stumbled backward against the desk.
"You! You're the nice man who helped me." He buried his face into Gilbert's hair. "You smell a bit different with this nose." Gilbert made a high distressed noise and tried to inch away, but the wolf-man was on him, constantly sniffing him.
"Alright! Enough with the sniffing!" Gilbert finally pushed on the other's arm.
The wolf-man smiled. "What's your name?" he asked as he wagged his tail excitedly.
Gilbert slipped away from him and went to the bed. He grabbed a blanket and then tossed it at the other. "Cover yourself already!"
The other looked down at the blanket that had fallen unceremoniously to the floor. He then looked to Gilbert, who was facing away from him, red-faced and arms crossed. He then remembered that humans aren't often naked, and understood why Gilbert was so upset. He wrapped the blanket around himself and then went to Gilbert's side.
"Sorry," he apologized and fussed with his hands guiltily.
Not even Gilbert could stay upset at him, he looked so defeated. "It's...fine... My name is Gilbert."
"Gilbert," the man repeated. "I'm Ivan."
Gilbert looked at him. "What...are you? Weren't you just a giant wolf a minute ago? Now you're, well...a man."
"I am a Hybrid. Half human, half animal."
"A Hybrid... Right." He felt stupid having thought Ivan was a werewolf now. "I've heard of you. But... I thought your kind don't live this far south? Don't you tend to stay in the northern regions?"
"Normally... My previous owner didn't want me anymore. Attacked me. Dropped me in the woods. Hoped I would die."
"Owner...?" Gilbert then remembered that a lot of Hybrids were used as fighting animals in the north. It's where the practice of human experiments started, where they were made to fight, kill, and engage in sexual relations for entertainment, and kept basically as slaves. It was a horrible practice, outlawed in the south, but big cities up north still kept some of them around.
"Oh..." Gilbert rubbed at his neck awkwardly.
"Gilbert is a nice man, yes? Could you be my new owner? I won't sleep on your bed anymore."
Gilbert stared with widened eyes. "Um... I don't know how comfortable I am with owning a person..."
Ivan's ears flattened. "Please?" he begged.
Gilbert found it hard to deny. "... Fine, you can stay." Ivan's face lit up with joy. "But you have to wear some clothes. Humans don't walk around naked, so you'll have to dress decently."
Ivan giggled. "That is not the only reason, is it, master?"
Gilbert blushed in irritation. "Be quiet. And don't call me 'master.' I don't like it. You're not a slave here."
Ivan nodded. "Gilbert, then." Gilbert moved passed him to the wardrobe.
"Jeez... I don't know if I have anything that'll fit you. You're so much bigger than I am. Maybe Ludwig has something..." Eventually, he found some baggier pants and a large tunic; some clothes that Gilbert used to sleep in a few years ago.
"This might be a little small, but..."
"It is fine." Ivan smiled and took the clothes. As he dropped the blanket, Gilbert turned around immediately. Ivan could sense Gilbert's feelings. They were not of discomfort, but of embarrassment. Ivan could practically hear Gilbert's heart beating faster and found it rather charming.
The clothes were a bit small. The pant legs were a little short, but it wasn't too uncomfortable, and the tunic fit almost perfectly.
"There. Is this okay?" Ivan asked.
Gilbert finally glanced back, biting the inside of his lip, and nodded. "Yeah, that's fine," he said and then yawned.
"You're tired?" Ivan asked.
"A little. I've been up since dawn, and well, meeting you wasn't exactly relaxing. I thought you were going to kill me."
Ivan leaned his arm against Gilbert's. "I thought the same of you," he said. "You should sleep. I'll wait here." He sat down on the floor.
Gilbert went over to his bed, took off his boots, and got under the covers. He looked back at Ivan and frowned.
"The floor is cold and hard. I can't let a guest be uncomfortable like that. Come here." He moved over so Ivan could lay beside him.
Ivan crawled to the bed and rested his chin on the blankets. "You don't mind?"
Gilbert shook his head. "It's fine."
Ivan jumped up and rested beside Gilbert. He felt happy about it. Never had he been treated so nicely.
Gilbert closed his eyes, ready to sleep, but he couldn't help but notice how much Ivan was shifting around.
"Clothes uncomfortable?" he asked tiredly.
"Sorry. I do not like sleeping in my human form. I can never get comfortable with these limbs."
Gilbert opened one eye. "If you'd rather sleep as a wolf, go ahead."
Ivan looked at him, stunned. "You...really don't mind?" Gilbert shook his head. "But... In the morning, I'll... have changed back to my human form..."
"So?"
"...I'll be naked." Ivan felt a shift in Gilbert's body. It was slight, but he felt it.
"It's fine," Gilbert replied and yawned again. "Do what makes you comfortable.."
Ivan smiled and got out of bed. He stripped the clothes off and transformed into a wolf, and then rejoined Gilbert on the bed. His massive body took most of the bed, but he curled himself up beside Gilbert and nuzzled his head against Gilbert's side.
Gilbert opened his eyes and saw the huge beast next to him, but he wasn't scared at all. Ivan smelled of the outdoors, the forest, and his fur was extremely soft and silky. Just as Ivan had nuzzled him, Gilbert couldn't help it and shifted closer and nuzzled into the wolf's back as well.
It was warm and comforting, and the steady breathing of the wolf lulled Gilbert to sleep quickly. His eyes grew heavy, and soon his body went lax, snuggled against Ivan's fur, and fell into a deep sleep.
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