My Friend Gave Me a Bear Beastman [GB]

After transmigrating into the future beastfolk world, a friend gave me a bear beastman.

I hurriedly waved my hands and said I didn't like bears. I liked handsome wolfdog types, or foxes and rabbits if nothing else. I wasn't picky.

My friend set down the cage and cursed at me, panting. "Do you think beastfolk come cheap? Everyone likes those three types you mentioned, and they're especially popular. I nearly worked myself to death getting this one for you. If you're still going to complain, go buy one yourself."

I sheepishly drew my head back. "All right."

My friend left, leaving the bear beastman behind.

His tall frame knelt quietly on the ground, reserved and subdued. Shackles bound his wrists and ankles, and his exposed skin was covered in scars. Some fresh wounds were still oozing blood. Apparently, his previous owner had treated him like a slave.

At the sound of the door closing, the bear beastman raised his head, revealing a face accustomed to meekly accepting whatever came his way.

"Master," he said, ingratiating himself with a simple sincerity that was almost servile.

I glanced at his fluffy brown bear ears, each fitted with a ring, and thought:

I still don't like bear beastmen.

Content warnings:

1. HC fiction, told in first person, a short story of around 100,000 characters.

2. The bear has been abused and suffers from PTSD. He might have the personality of a pathetic, submissive husband (probably).

3. The female lead is not a virgin, while the male lead is. The female lead is not a classic good person.

4. A fusion of fetishes. There may be brother-on-brother and father-and-son threesomes (maybe...). Important update: it's not yet clear whether this will be 1v1 or 1vN. I'll decide once I start writing.

*The title and blurb were written on June 15, 2026, and screenshots have been saved as proof.

Theme: Bears and humans living together in peace.