Mayhaps some g!Tommy t!Philza instinct noms? Tommy is a big scary forest giant/maybe bird monster of some sort? and Philza is the human that adopted and raised him and one day Tommy gets especially clingy and upset about Phil needing to leave him for a bit so he noms him to keep his dad nicee and close >:D (You can choose if Philza is scared or knows its safe from the start)
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Soft Vore Story under the cut!
Birds of the Forest
Philza had heard the crying while on a walk through the forest that surrounded his secluded home.
Phil was an architect, and he’d designed and built this home himself, his own two hands crafting a place just right for him. It was something Phil loved to do, make houses that fit the owners instead of houses with all their personality sanded down for anyone to be willing to buy. A house should be a home, built for the people who lived in it. Phil knew not everyone could afford a custom house, so he did his best to make things as cheap as possible. Phil wanted to do good in this world.
Phil was a good person, so when he heard the sounds of a crying child, even if they sounded odd, almost inhuman in a way, he rushed towards the noise.
Phil found the child curled up in the roots of a tree.
Phil couldn’t quite comprehend what he was seeing, sure, he saw a boy who was maybe 6 years old, he saw the large red and white wings sprouting from the boy's back, he saw the sharp canines on display as the child wailed, the fingernails that were really claws and the toes that ended in talons. But he couldn’t tell you what the boy looked like, what color his hair was, how long it was, the color of his eyes, of his skin, a single facial feature besides those teeth.
But perhaps, as much as Phil was a kind and normal person, something other beat inside his heart. Because he’d built his cabin, that only needed room for a single person, with two bedrooms. The second one he’d told himself was a guest room, but the red and white color scheme with feather decorations whispered something different now.
Phil wasn’t afraid, there was a monster in front of him, crying, a child with sharp teeth and no face Phil could see with his human eyes. Phil thought about the ‘guest’ room and didn’t think ‘something beyond this world has been manipulating my mind’, which he knew that he should probably suspect. No. He thought fate and destiny and choice.
Phil reached out slowly, so as not to scare the boy, slowly picking him up and hugging him close to his chest.
Phil hummed softly, rocking the boy like a baby almost, soothing him until the child stopped crying.
And then the boy looked up at Phil and Phil watched as the boy’s face settled into view, shifting into something human.
Blond hair, curlier than his own, but the exact same shade, blue eyes, brighter than his own, but each spot of pigment placed identical to his own. Light skin settling just a few shades off from his own. Red and white feathers peaking out from behind the boy’s ears.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Phil soothed, “My name’s Philza, you can call me Phil, what’s your name?”
“Tommy.” the boy said, eyes tracing over Phil’s features with wonder.
“Nice to meet you Tommy, do you know where your parents are?”
Tommy curled in on himself at the question.
Phil paused, “I don’t know where you’ll be safe in my world, I need to know where your parents are so that you won’t be alone.”
Tommy shuddered, “I hatched alone. Almost all of the other eggs were smashed, I’d fallen out of the nest, and my siblings were— there was something huge! And then blood and— and I ran. I don’t think I have parents anymore.”
Phil clutched Tommy tighter, alright, okay, so there was nothing he could do to get Tommy back with his own kind. Tommy definitely wouldn’t be safe in the human world.
But Phil had a spare bedroom.
And he’d never hurt a child.
“You can stay with me.” Phil promised.
And that was the start of it.
…
Tommy grew fast, far faster than a human, by the time he was 16 he was the height of the house, and he wasn’t quite done growing. Phil had built Tommy a room that hopefully would be big enough for him, it wasn’t connected to the rest of the house so that if Tommy did outgrow it Phil could expand it easily. Tommy was funny and mischievous and kind.
Philza hadn’t expected to be a father, but he couldn’t say he hated it, couldn’t say it didn’t make life worth living.
This was his purpose, to take care of his son.
And they were happy.
Until Phil heard word of a giant bird creature being captured.
It was all over the news, scientists all over the world were going out of their minds at the new discovery.
And Phil was about to do something very stupid because he saw a picture of the ‘creature’ and the face of a terrified woman stared back at him. Her wings were a dark purple that was almost black, her clothes a beautiful purple dress and floppy hat before her capture.
After she’d been captured they’d put her in what looked like a giant hospital gown. Phil thought grimly that it was lucky they’d bothered to give her clothes at all, because she couldn’t speak any human language and so far everyone was saying she wasn’t sapient.
It made Phil angry.
Phil was going to do something stupid.
He was going to break her out.
When he told Tommy, he hadn’t expected the terrified reaction.
“No! I can’t lose you too!” Tommy had shouted, angry and trying to wipe away the tears that manage to fall.
“You won’t! I promise.” Phil said honestly, “But this woman deserves freedom, and I’m the only person who will help her.”
…
They stayed in stalemate for several days while Phil prepared, Tommy sulking and refusing to talk to Phil.
Until it was time for Phil to leave.
“Dad…” Tommy said softly.
“I promise I won’t be gone long.” Phil assured him, “I’ll be back before you know it, with a new friend too.”
“You can’t go!” Tommy shouted, before scooping Phil up in his hands and dropping him into his mouth.
Phil thrashed for a moment before stopping, he didn’t want to hurt Tommy, and he knew Tommy wouldn’t actually hurt him, he was just upset.
And then Tommy swallowed.
Phil panicked, he did his best to control his flailing, to not injure Tommy but still make his son spit him back up.
It didn’t work, Phil was stuffed into a cramped and dark space.
Phil couldn’t really move, but he felt Tommy purring around him.
“Tommy!” he shouted, “Spit me back up this instant!”
“No! You’re just going to leave me!”
“If I stay in here I will die!”
“No you won’t! It’s not my stomach. If you’re there you can’t leave me too!”
Phil paused, considering his surroundings, he was surprised at how empty the stomach was of acids, and Tommy had eaten breakfast, so Phil should have been up to his knees in digesting food.
But he wasn’t.
Okay, so his son had discovered he had an extra organ and had not told him about it. That was fine, they’d have to talk about it, but it was fine.
What was not fine was that Phil couldn’t stay forever, he had to rescue the other bird-person, also, the space he was in was very cramped and uncomfortable.
“Tommy…” Phil sighed, rubbing one of his hands against the soft flesh walls around him, causing Tommy to purr louder, “Tommy, everyone deserves to be saved. You remember how I saved you? I want to save her too. You’ll always be my son, and I’ll always be there for you, but sometimes I have to be there for someone else as well.”
Tommy stopped purring, he was quiet for a minute.
“I’ll let you out in the morning. You can go save her tomorrow.”
Phil smiled softly, “Thank you.”
Phil felt Tommy sit down.
The two of them curled up together.
…
The next day Phil left, but within 4 days he was back. With Kristin in tow.
Phil thought that would be the end of it, his family had grown to three members, he didn’t need anymore.
But fate is a funny thing, so is destiny, so is choice.
Phil hadn’t meant to become a father, but he was good at it, he loved it, he loved his children.
The skeletal bird son named Wilbur who stumbled from the tree line. The pink-haired boar in humanoid form named Technoblade who fell out of a glowing purple portal. The boy with goat horns and ears Tommy found in a box. The black-and-white boy with mismatched green and red eyes who Techno found burning in the rain.
Maybe Phil had never set out to be a father.
But when offered the chance.
He’d chosen.