Ch.5 {The Things you Hide can Come Out and Bite.}
Cw/Tw: vore, safe vore, fearplay, violence, alcohol mention, fear of death, angst.
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The cool wind whipped Wilbur’s face as he ran. His breathing was harsh and rapid. He felt the ground shake behind him but that only gave him motivation to run faster.
He could only hope that the forest’s underbrush hid him well enough. He needed all the cover he could get.
His lungs ached . His legs started to tire. He couldn’t do this. He needed to breath.
He came to a stop under a large toadstool. He panted with his hands on his knees.
His ears perked up at the forest around him suddenly grew quiet. It was as if even the wind was afraid to blow.
Wilbur held his breath as time seemed to stop around him.
“Wilbur...”A sinister voice called out. Taunting.
It took all the mouse’s will to not run. He scanned the area. There.
A small opening under a tree. It looked to be an abandoned den of a rabbit. It could work.
“I can smell you.” The beast hissed with a delighted tone.
He had to time it just right. He could make it. He just had to wait.
Hot breath washed over his back.
Now.
Wilbur sprung into action speeding away. A large gust of air and the sound of claws clapping together behind him helped his legs move faster.
At the very last second he slid into the den, quickly scrambling to the very back. Wilbur held his breath as he listened to the complaints of the beast outside.
“That’s not fair Wilbur! I found you fair and square!” Wilbur looked once more at the surroundings in the den. It appears he miss judged how deep it went, he could only hope that the opening was to slim for the predator outside to reach in.
Wilbur let out a startled squeak as long claws began to dig their way in. Wilbur pressed himself into the dirt wall behind him as far as he could. The hand pushed through the dirt and roots, but still struggled to reach him.
Wilbur felt like his heart was going the explode at the feeling of a clawed finger barley grazing his chest.
To Wilbur’s relief the hand retracted with a frustrated groan and the mouse could breath once more.
It was short lived and Wilbur panicked at the sight of the end of a long red tail poking through the entrance. How could he forget to take that into account?
The tail shot right towards him, wrapping around and holding him tight. Wilbur struggled in the coils, but he could do nothing but except his fate. The beast had won and Wilbur was nothing but—
“OW! Tommy too tight!” The tail immediately loosened and the was brought to his naga’s sheepish and apologetic face.
“Sorry Wilbur, I didn’t want you to get away.” The snake was instantly checking him over for any injuries. “Trust me Tommy, I doubt you would’ve lost me for long if I did get away. But you need to get more carful with your strength.” Wilbur lectured the boy.
“I know Will. I’m trying.” Tommy whined and rubbed his charmer on his scaled cheek. Wilbur let out a laugh and swatted at Tommy’s face.
Wilbur had decided the best way for Tommy to practice his hunting skills and to relieve some of his hybrid instincts was to basically play an advanced game of hide and seek with tag mixed in. Wilbur was of course playing the role of the poor prey that Tommy would hunt down.
Wilbur’s hybrid instincts didn’t really enjoy the idea of being hunted, but Wilbur actually kinda did. It gave him a rush of adrenaline he never knew he needed. It also made him happy to be able to help Tommy in a way that the young naga thought was fun.
Not to mention it helped him with his own survival skills. He had gotten pretty good at his running, but there is definitely more room for improvement.
Tommy set him back on the ground and slithered down on his belly. Wilbur took a deep breath and took in his surroundings. This was an unknown area to him, but he trusted Tommy to be able to get them back.
They had traveled far from the village and the surrounding woods to do this certain activity. It let Wilbur have peace of mind that he and Tommy wouldn’t be seen by anyone at the village and cause a mass panic. He also really didn’t want to run into one of the guard’s scouting teams. That would be really bad.
They couldn’t be too far out. He also wasn’t feeling too tired out.
“Toms, you wanna go for one more round?” Wilbur suggested.
Tommy’s eyes lit up with glee. “Of course Wilbur! I’ll count! Go hide!” Tommy’s clawed hands covered his eyes and he started to count to 100. Wilbur took off in a sprint, a laugh bubbling out of his lips as he ran.
He couldn’t outrun Tommy. He had learned that on many occasions of their game. No, he had to find a good place to hide that was easy for him to make a quick escape if needed.
A great bush laid ahead of Wilbur. That would be a great starting point to hide.
Wilbur stumbled through the small thicket. He paused to examine his surroundings. He appeared to be standing on the closed opening to an old mine shaft.
Wilbur took a step back to get off of the rickety door. A great creak came from the rotted wood, Wilbur turned to run but the floor beneath gave way.
He let out a scream as he fell into the darkness below. He shouldn’t of been so reckless. Wilbur teansed as he waited for his body to slam into the rocky cave floor.
Wilbur gasped as his fall came to an end, and he bounced up and down until the surface was calm again.
Wilbur paled as he realized what caught him. He was in a web. A big one at that, and by the looks of it, the web was still fresh.
Wilbur dared not to move a muscle. A sick feeling got caught in his throat while he pictured the horrifying 8 legged abomination that was hidden in the darkness.
He had to get out of here. He was already fighting his instincts to not struggle in the web. Tommy had to find him. It couldn’t be long. He knew Tommy followed his scent.
Suddenly, there was a small twitch in the web. That wasn’t him. That wasn’t him.
“TOMMY!” Wilbur shouted at the top of his lungs. He could only hope that the naga could hear him.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” A guff voice spoke from the darkness. The heavy accented voice reverberated around Wilbur’s small form still hanging in the web.
A giant hairy clawed leg extended from the void before Wilbur and lifted up the mouse’s chin.
“I haven’t seen one of you little guys in a while.” Wilbur’s breath caught in his throat as the leg traveled down his chest, it’s fur catching in this yellow sweater.
“And you know what? I don’t think I’ve smelled something so delicious in a long time.” The gruff voice turned into a crazed malicious laugh. Wilbur began frantically struggling in the web.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there Mousy.” Eight giant red eyes emerged from the dark, along with a wicked smile. “I’ll help you out.”
The legs plucked him with ease out of the web and carried him to be dangled over his captor’s face.
A Drider. It’s a Drider. How does he keep ending up in these situations?!
“LET ME GO!” Wilbur shouted with all his might, clawing at the hooks of the leg that were holding him.
The wicked creature laughed and looked at Wilbur with delight.
“You can’t go just yet! The fun’s just started puny.” The strong smell of alcohol hit Wilbur’s nose as the Drider’s humid breath covered him.
Wilbur screamed as he gazed down at horror below. A large gaping maw await Wilbur’s form below, the spider’s leg swung him back and forth over the deadly cavern.
Wilbur shouted every inslut and curse he new at the monster before him as the Spider slowly started to lower him down laughing all the way.
Suddenly, with a loud crash, light poured into the cave. The spider hissed and shielded his eyes from the sun’s harsh beams. The Drider scurried back into the dark and hissed.
A deadly growl came from the entrance of the mine, and there in all his terrifying glory was Tommy.
“TOMMY! I’M HERE!” Wilbur screamed holding his hands out towards his little brother.
“Give him to me.” The beast raged. “Now.”
The Drider hissed in anger at the naga before him.
“Listen here Kid, You can’t just bust into my house and break my door! And over What?”
Wilbur was suddly jerked forward to be displayed before Tommy.
“This?” The Drider let out a harsh laugh. “This isn’t even a snack.”
Tommy growled with rage and rushed forward, his claws ready to strike. The Drider had enough sense to look a little alarmed.
“Woah kid... I don’t want any trouble.” The spider dodged, climbing to the roof of the mine.
Tommy only growled more, clawing up at the air above. “He’s mine.”
Wilbur heart dropped in his chest. He’d never seen Tommy like this before. He was different.
“Look, the name’s Schlatt. I just think we all need to calm—” Tommy shot from the ground like a spring. It didn’t take a fool to see he was striking.
He latched onto one of schlatt’s legs, sinking his sharp teeth in, and not letting go. The spider fell from the ceiling with the added weight screaming in pain.
They landed in a pile on the floor. Wilbur being held safely over head. The Drider wacked the feral naga with his free legs until he let go.
“ALRIGHT ALREADY! TAKE HIM!” Schlatt flung Wilbur into Tommy’s grasp.
Wilbur’s body shook with relief when suddenly he was raised upwards. “Tommy thank the gods you found me! I thought I was done for, I—” The only warning he got was the deadly sharp teeth that filled his vision.
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Wilbur had never felt fear like this before. He laid frozen, unable to move or fight against his world ending around him.
And wasn’t his world ending?
It was as if he was stuck in slow motion. Watching Tommy.... no watching the Naga before him part his jaws open wide.
Yes... His world is ending.
It’s betrayal that stings the most. Not the icy cold fear of death that freezes you still. It’s the bonding, the caring, the trust. It’s the little brother he created. It’s all of those things being ripped away that makes Wilbur’s world end.
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The mouse hit the snake’s tongue, and Wilbur snapped back to reality.
“TOMMY PLEASE!”
It was a cry so desperate.
The Naga sealed it’s lips. Wilbur screamed.
The long forked tongue traveled over Wilbur’s small form. The mouse fought against the slimy muscle with all his might, doing everything in his power to prevent his fate.
This couldn’t be happening. He thought... he thought that Tommy actually cared... Cared about him?
The tongue beneath him lifted, and he felt his world began to tilt back.
Oh no...
Wilbur could only sob as he slid back into the beast throat. He couldn’t believe this.
Was every moment he spent with Tommy an act? Was it nothing more than a cruel joke?
Yes, he supposed... It was just a child playing with it’s food.
He desperately called for his Tommy to come back to him, to spit him out, but it was all in vain.
With once solid gulp Wilbur began to slide down to his doom. He gasped for air as the walls around him pressed tight.
After what felt like eternity, the poor mouse plopped down into a warm fleshy cavern.
Of course he wouldn’t have the mercy of a quick death. Instead he would burn away slowly in the belly of the beast.
But it wasn’t really a beast. It was his Tommy. Tommy who he had come and stayed with everyday, who he shared his most top secret songs with, who he shared his troubles with, and who he spent many fun filled days with.
Tommy, who he had started to see as family.
A little brother.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t see the being around him as a monster. It was his Tommy.
He was suddenly thrown back into a side of the stomach and then forwards again. Wilbur pulled his ears down flat at the sound of a near deafening growl. He could barely hear the sound of someone yelling outside. Possibly the Drider upset over losing an easy target. He was tossed around a few more seconds before he could finally get his bearings.
Wilbur fell to the soft pink ground with a broken sob. Defeated and exhausted, he curled up into a ball and lay in wait of his doom.
He closed his eyes tight and thought of what a fool he had been. What would his father and brother think happened to them? Would they face a similar fate? What of his friends? Wilbur could only hope for their safety and wellbeing.
It seemed that Wilbur has been stuck waiting in the stomach forever. It was as if he was cursed to an eternal limbo were time just seemed to drag on and on. Then the cavern started to shake.
Wilbur squeaked as the fleshy walls suddenly vibrated around him. His heart threatened to stop altogether when he realized it was from a sound he was all to familiar with.
Tommy was purring.
White hot rage burned in Wilbur like a match to dry plains. Of course the snake was enjoying himself.
Wilbur leapt to his feet and took a running start. He raised his leg back and slammed it forward into the was in front of him.
The world doubled over.
“Wilbur?!” A pained voice cried out.
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Tommy had never felt fear like this before. There have been times that have come close to this, but right now Tommy is more than terrified. Tommy is enraged.
That’s his brother.
He had felt fear of his caretaker’s judgement when he didn’t preform the best in fights. He had felt fear when the older hybrids made a plan to escape XD. He had felt fear when the poachers came.
But that was mostly fear for his own well being. Tommy knows he’s Selfish, he use to be told everyday.
This fear was stronger. This fear was for Wilbur. For his charmer. Watching him dangle in the grasp of a Drider.
Tommy’s instincts over took him in a blind rage. He would make this Drider pay. Wilbur was his.
The next few moments were a blur. He knew the Drider was angry at him for breaking into it’s territory, but Tommy could only focus on the terrified form of his brother in the spider’s hand.
Tommy’s mind could only supply him to protect his brother. To keep him in the safest place Tommy had. He just had to get him back first.
The Drider shoved Wilbur before him, cackling at some sick joke.
Tommy couldn’t take it anymore. He lunged forward. He did his best to claw at the spindly creature, but it evaded his grasp.
It was on the ceiling now. Babbling away in a nervous drunken daze. It appeared that it was trying to keep the peace, but it was far to late for that.
Tommy coiled up and struck into the air. His fangs sunk deep into the flesh of a leg. He felt himself dangle in the air for a few moments before gravity took over.
They hit the floor and Tommy didn’t let go. He wrapped his tail around the Drider as best he could, stray legs smacking into him. Wilbur was held high out of his reach. It was at this moment he realized that the Drider was more the size of an average human. Tommy was actually a little bit bigger.
The Drider screamed surrender and Tommy’s reflexes went into action. A small weight was in his hand.
It was Wilbur. His charmer. His big brother.
He would protect him. He would keep him safe. He would tuck him away and hold him close.
Wilbur would be safest within him.
In a split second his small mouse was tucked away. Now he could focus on the bigger problem in front of him.
The alcoholic arachnid.
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Schlatt currently has his hurt leg curled up protectively under his abdomen.
“Y-you seriously just did that?” The he coughed out. “I was just joking around!”
The naga let out a protective growl, obviously far to lost in his instincts to respond or to even comprehend what he was saying.
Schlatt looked down to his hurt leg, the bite was obviously not venomous, but even if it was he’d probably be immune to it anyways. It would heal in time.
He let out a long sigh. This is what he gets for trying to have a little fun. He should’ve known from experience he shouldn’t mess around with the smaller hybrids.
After all, his Pumpkin Spice was nothing more than a bitter memory now.
“Listen kid, just get outta here. I get it. I crossed a line.” Schlatt looked down to the kid’s middle.
The kid might’ve just crossed a line too.
The naga child hissed and slithered out of his cave. Schlatt let out a frustrated groan at the sunlight that still poured from the entrance.
He really didn’t have good luck when it came to interacting with literally anyone.
Gods, he needed a drink.
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Tommy started to come back to himself sitting under a tree. He was back in the clearing were he and Wilbur regularly meet.
The naga still was a little dazed from his instincts taking over full force, but as the young boy came back to himself he couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something.
He new one thing was for sure though. He had never been more content than in this moment. It was as if something that was missing from himself had finally made its way home. He couldn’t help let out a happy purr.
A sharp pain suddenly spiked his middle,causing him to double over in pain.
Horror flashed across his face and Tommy suddenly remembered that little thing he was forgetting. The past events of the day flashed through his mind in a blurry mess. Dread filled his heart as he felt his world coming to an end.
“Wilbur?!”
It was strained with pain, both physically and emotionally.
Tommy instantly became hyper aware of the small weight inside his storage. Shame filled his whole being as he had to fight down his purring even more as he realized just where Wilbur was.
“Tommy how could you?! I trusted you! I thought you said you wouldn’t hurt me!” The mouse sobbed pitiful and full of woe.
Tommy’s heat shattered into millions of little pieces. “No Wilbur I-!” He tried to explain.
“Was it all just some cruel joke?! Was I nothing more than a game for you?!” Wilbur weeped. “I thought... I thought you cared about me Tommy...”
“I cared about you...”
It was so full of hurt. So desperate. It was betrayal. If shards remained of Tommy’s heart they were nothing but dust now.
“I even began to think of you as my little brother.” Wilbur laughed something broken and wet. “Can you believe that?”
Tommy couldn’t take it anymore. It felt as if his very soul was ripped from his chest.
“I do care about you Wilbur! You’re my big brother!” Tommy cried tears poring down his face, he pressed a hand on his middle where Wilbur resided.
Wilbur remained silent for a moment, then he returned with the rage of the strongest storm.
“THEN WHY DID YOU EAT ME?!”
Wilbur broke into another fit of sobbed and Tommy desperately tried to explain.
“Wilbur I promise you safe! Please! I’ll let you out and you can go! You never have to see me again!” Tommy cried ugly and desperate for his brother.
His middle grew quiet again as Wilbur processed the words he was just told. Tommy felt himself starting to grow sick with grief.
“What do you mean I’m safe?” It was a quiet question and said as if Wilbur already knew the answer. Tommy replied anyways sobbing all the way.
“It’s my- It’s called my storage Wil... I promise you’re safe in there....” The Naga whimpered. “I- My instincts took over and I-...”
“I didn’t mean to, Wilby...”
It was now Tommy’s turn to cry. He ruined everything. He had hurt his brother. And now he’d never see Wilbur again, all because he couldn’t control himself.
“I- Can you let me out Tommy?” It was gentle and calm, but Tommy could still pick up on the desperation around the edges of Wilbur’s voice.
Tommy realized that he really didn’t want to let Wilbur out. Because then it would solidify the fact that Wilbur would leave and never come back. Tommy was so selfish.
Then he heard Wilbur let out a short little cry again, and Tommy knew he couldn’t hurt his brother anymore.
Tommy focused hard on the small form in his middle and sucked his stomach in. Then he followed Wil’s small frame up up up in his mind.
The next thing he knew the mouse hybrid was back in his mouth. He tried not to linger on the taste. He parted this teeth and gently deposited Wilbur in his cupped hands.
He looked down in his hands to see the soaked hybrid. His hair was going this way and that and his clothes all in disarray.
Tommy then met Wilbur’s eyes and couldn’t help but break down all over again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to!Please don’t go Wil, please...” Tommy wept.
Wilbur’s eyes didn’t hold any hate or anger, only exhaustion and sadness. This was still his Tommy.
“I’m not gonna leave you Tommy...” Wilbur patted the palm he was in. “You just scared me. Really, really, badly at that, but I promise I’m not gonna leave you.”
Tommy whimpered and sat Wilbur on the soft ground. It seemed as though the boy was stuck in his own head. “Please don’t go, please. I can’t lose you. I would never hurt you.”
Wilbur sighed. He was mentally drained. He couldn’t even begin to try to process what he just went through. What Tommy went through. But he knew when someone needed comfort, even if they scared him half to death. Wilbur would definitely have nightmares.
“Come here Toms.” It was quiet and soft spoken in the twilight of the forest. His father and twin are probably wondering were he is, but right now he needs to be here for Tommy. Wilbur knew a panic attack when he saw one.
Tommy brought his head down to Wilbur on the forest floor. “I’m sorry Wilbur.” It was a desperate cry. Snot and tears ran down the naga’s face. “Oh Toms...”
Wilbur did his best to wipe the giant child’s cheeks. “I’m right here. I promise I’m not going.” Tommy nodded into him. “I forgive you Tommy. You did what you had to do.” Tommy sniffled and held Wilbur close.
Tommy had probably saved his life. He should have known Tommy to have protective instincts like this, but he grew blind in a mix of fear and betrayal. He should have known Tommy would try to hide instincts from Wilbur that might scare him.
“I don’t forgive me.” The naga mumbled into the dirt. Wilbur frowned at that. “Well you should. Instincts are no joke to deal with and I know you’ve been suppressing them around me.” Tommy shrunk into himself and Wilbur let out a long sigh.
Wilbur would make sure there were no more secrets between them. He wanted Tommy to be comfortable enough to tell him about anything, not just instincts. He wanted Tommy to be comfortable with himself.
“It’s gonna be hard. It will be for both of us, but Tommy I want to help you the best way I can. I don’t want you to be ashamed of who you are.” Wilbur pet Tommy’s golden hair.
“It’s gonna take some work and honestly some exposure therapy,” Wilbur laughed, his own instincts always protesting against anything predatory. “but I’m gonna help you satisfy your instincts and help you to learn how to control them when you need to.” Wilbur leaned into Tommy’s face.
“Okay?” Wilbur asked.
“Alright...” Tommy replied.
They basked in each other’s silence a moment more. The night had over taken the forest. Stars shined brightly overhead.
“And Tommy?” Wilbur added. “I’m sorry about all those mean things I said.” Tommy sniffled once more. “I was just very afraid. I wasn’t thinking right.”
“It’s alright Wilbur...”
Wilbur would be sleeping here Tonight. His father and brother would worry, but he couldn’t find it in his will to leave Tommy alone. He was hurting and honestly so was Wilbur. Tommy needed him, and Wilbur needed Tommy.
“Let’s go to bed Toms. Come on.” Tommy shook his head and gently held Wilbur in his grip as he started to climb up into the trees. He found a sturdy branch and wrapped himself around it. Tommy laid Wilbur on his chest and rested his back on the trunk of the tree. They closed their tired eyes and fell into a gentle dreamless sleep.
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