Songbird
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Here is my gift for @cyncerity! I’m gonna be honest I’ve had this finished for a while but I thought it’d be fun to post on Christmas so I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Soft vore, Blood mention
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Tommy was as happy as he might be as he landed on a branch, faltering somewhat on his uncovered feet. Using his mighty claret-colored wings to help balance the more uncoordinated landing he managed to throw off his grass-strung bag onto the branch and then plop himself down next to it. As soon as he found himself situated a lively laugh erupted from below him.
“Oi! What are you laughing at dick-head?” Tommy glared down at the predator, watching him shake softly from his spur of laughter.
The elder fondly shook his head, “Nothing Songbird.”
Ignoring the grumbling curses from his little audience member, Wilbur began to gently strum the strings of his guitar, and without taking his eyes off the instrument questioned, “Any requests for today?”
The small cardinal tilted his head, nose scrunching in thought, “I don’t know many human songs, just the ones you play.”
Wilbur hummed in consideration, “I’ll just ‘ought to play something new I’ve been working on then.”
As a pleasant tune filled the air around them, Tommy found himself leaning back onto the palms of his hands while he let his eyes drift close. Soon enough the sound of Wilburs music had the young bird drifting into a tranquil state. He felt so at peace that it took him a few moments to realize that Wilbur had stopped playing the guitar.
Holding his position for a second longer had him realizing that a slight breeze was blowing through his hair and wings. Snapping his eyes open he was met with huge hazel eyes taking up his entire view. A fanged smile spread across Wilburs lips when he saw the younger looking at him. Without another thought, he had stood up and hurled himself off of the branch he was just residing on. His wings reacted with him and opened wide as he carried himself skyward.
“Songbird wait!” Wilbur proclaimed, “I didn’t mean to scare you, I promise!”
Keeping flight in midair Tommy felt his heartbeat pound in his ears as he stared down at the human predator, “I’m not scared!” He lied, “I just want to know why you were all up in my personal space, bitch!”
Taking a couple of steps back, Wilbur slowly put up both of his hands for Tommy to see and in his best-assuring voice spoke, “I just wanted to get a closer look at you, I wasn’t gonna grab you I swear.”
“You better be telling the truth because I’m a minor you know, and I could get you canceled for trying to touch a minor”
Ignoring the smallers jab with a soft smile Wilbur took a further step back, “Look, I promise not to grab you without your permission, I truly didn’t mean to startle you, songbird.”
Looking into Wilburs pleading eyes, Tommy slowly drifted back down to the branch he was just residing on. Picking up his pack and slinging it onto his back, making sure not to disturb his wings, Tommy put on his louder facade and announced, “Well this has been fun but I should get going now, I’ve got stuff to do and things to attend to, you know how it is.” He tried to shrug nonchalantly, pretending not to be glancing at Wilbur every now and then.
“Oh yeah, of course, you’ve got things to do,” Wilbur nodded crestfallenly.
Tommy had once again found himself up in the air and before he could just shoot into the forest he found himself stalling at the edge of the clearing, “See you here next week?”
Wilbur felt a true smile grace his face as heard those words uttered in an unexpectedly quiet voice, “Yeah of course I’ll be here, songbird.”
Hearing Wilbur’s soft tone had red making quick work of coloring his face, as he all but zipped into the thick foliage of the forest, calling out behind him, “See you then bitch!”
So both continued meeting at the clearing, the little hiccup between them remaining in the past, as the two continued to form a closer bond with one another. Their meetups became a regular event that they both cherished and would never miss.
This is how Tommy found himself pacing on his usual branch. Ever since their first introduction, Wilbur had never failed to show up under the same birch tree with his guitar at the ready. The difference now was the only thing laying in the clearing was Wilbur’s guitar case, and there was no Wilbur in sight. As Tommy pondered his odd friendship with Wilbur he couldn’t help but think back to his first meeting with the predator.
Tommy shook his head aggressively, thinking about the past wouldn’t help him find Wilbur. Steeling his nerves he decided to take a look around the area for any signs of where his taller friend could have gone and as he went he noticed tracks leading deeper into the forest but quickly dismissed them as deer tracks. Finding nothing of significance he swooped down to land on the guitar case as if it would tell him where its owner had gone. His eyes caught onto the tracks again and the more he looked at them the more he felt dread fill his body.
What originally appeared as simple deer prints, now seemed to reveal themselves as boar tracks. Tommy knew there was a mother boar who lived deeper in the forest but he wouldn’t have assumed the boar would come to this clearing. Realizing what the presence of the boar tracks actually meant, Tommy quickly flew after the trail and prayed for what he was to find at the end.
Flying as fast as he could while dodging some of the thicker foliage, he was able to hear a higher-sounding grunting from further down the tracks. When he arrived at the scene of the noise he quickly took stock of what he was looking at.
His friend, normally full of calm and joyous energy, was currently sitting up in the branches of a tree and what looked like pure panic was on his face as he stared at the ground below him. His arms were wrapped around the trees’ trunk and his knees were tucked close to his chest as he put his weight heavily on the trunk. Circling the tree from the forest floor was a wild boar, just as he had assumed and feared to find.
Making sure to stay clear out of reach from the boar he flew over in front of Wilburs face, releasing a few higher-pitched chirps to make sure his friends’ attention was on him. He watched as those giant eyes snapped onto his body and they softened with familiarity at the sight of his smaller friend.
“Having trouble with the ladies, are we? Couldn’t be me, you know, all the ladies love me”, was the first thing Tommy had thought to say.
Wilbur let out a hysterical sound of disbelief as he looked at the small bird in front of him, “Songbird! Well am I glad to see you.”
“Of course you’re glad to see me, everyone’s always glad to see me, I'm the best”, Tommy loudly proclaimed.
Looking at his smaller friend he could almost ignore the situation he was in entirely and easily banter back to him. Unfortunately, the very angry boar that was still making very upset grunts at him had him focusing back on his predicament.
“Do you think you could help me out songbird?”
“Don’t even worry big ‘Dubs only someone as brave and charming as I can go and distract the boar while you make your great escape” He proclaimed, puffing out his chest and feathers as he did so.
“Just one problem, I think I sprained my ankle while running”, As it was mentioned the pair turned to look down at the ankle to see a nasty discoloration to the foot as well as unnatural swelling, “I only made it up here because of adrenaline, I doubt I can run on it, let alone walk.”
“I’ll just have to make sure it won’t come back,” Tommy nodded to himself, “Don’t worry big man, leave that boar to me.” Shooting a devilish grin at Wilbur the cardinal shot down towards the boar, snapping his wings out right above her head and giving her ear a tug as he did so.
“Be careful songbird!” Wilbur felt his heart leap out of his chest as he watched his pseudo-brother dive towards the same creature that had left Wilbur injured and hiding in a tree. Wilbur could only watch in exasperation as the smaller laughed as the boar now seemed focused on killing him instead of the tree holding Wilbur in it. “The names Tommy dickhead!” was his only response. Despite the crude nickname, Wilbur found he was smiling at the new knowledge of his little friend.
Tommy meanwhile was gliding past the surrounding forest keeping track to make sure the boar was still following him and if the angry huffs he could hear behind him meant anything, she was.
Determined to keep her away from Wilbur, Tommy beat his wings even faster as he tried to come up with a plan to not get himself killed. Looking around his surroundings for anything that could help him. Eyes frantically passing over the surrounding trees, he was struck with an idea.
It was risky but who was Tommy if not a man of risk? Hyping himself with thoughts of him being the biggest man, he swooped lower towards the forest floor, no longer flying above the boar but right in front of her, he could feel the boar’s breaths on his back at this point.
Shooting ahead, eyes locked on the trunk in front of him he reached out to glaze the bark, turning around to stare the charging boar in the eyes, chest heaving as he watched her approach faster. When it seemed she was right in front of him he quickly zipped up making sure to stay out of reach as he did so. His actions resulted in an astounding thunk as the boar crashed, tusks first, into the tree. He watched as she immediately tried to backtrack and get out but was unable to free her tusks from their wooden prison.
Taking great caution, Tommy gently floated down until he was standing on one of her tusks, watching as her eyes immediately snapped to him. He made low cooing noises as he slowly inched his way closer to the base of her tusk watching her tentatively as he did until he had reached her fur.
Keeping a steady hand he reached up and ran his hand across her fur, upon not dying immediately he slowly started to rub gentle circles in her fur, “You’re going to be okay, and thank you for not killing my friend, not that I care what happens to him, of course,” receiving no response from the boar besides her calmed down breathing he gave one last pat to her fur before swooping into the air and heading back towards the direction where he left Wilbur.
Said man was currently trying not to panic as time continued to pass with no sign of Tommy, if he wasn’t still in a tree, and his ankle wasn’t aching, he was sure to be pacing. He resorted to flipping his guitar pick between his fingers as he waited. He let out a breath of release when he spotted a familiar blonde and red blob flying towards him, without anything chasing him.
“Ayyyy big man! I told you I could take care of her! She was no match for the great Tommy!”
Giant eyes swept over him as if disbelieving Tommy’s words and needing to verify for himself that Tommy really was okay and uninjured and after confirming that he wasn’t lying he spoke, “Ah yes, where would I be without the biggest of men, Tommy.”
Tommy smirked at him, “Stuck in a tree, speaking of you can come out of the tree now, people might mistake you for a bird and we can’t have that, as I’m clearly the Alpha bird around here.” Tommy rambled on.
Wilbur rolled his eyes at the younger and slowly began his descent from the tree minding not to put pressure on his ankle as he did. Tommy was no help as he did so, just fluttering around the man and making jabs at him to not fall. He watched as Wilbur seemed to take an achingly long time until finally, he was back on the ground.
With the tree now empty of the predator, Tommy precariously landed on a lower branch so he could still be eye level with Wilbur, glad to give his aching wings a much-needed rest. It wasn’t long until he realized Wilbur had yet to move from where he landed on the ground and was just standing, staring right at him, “Can I help you with something big man?”
He watched as the taller man mused his hair in worry, “I don’t think I can walk on this foot,” as if to prove his point he tried putting pressure on it only for it to immediately buckle under the pressure, sending Wilbur tumbling to the ground. He groaned in discomfort as pain shot through his body, closing his eyes in pain. Only opening them when he felt a small weight hit his knees, it seems when he fell Tommy had flown down and was now smacking against the giant knee, “Wilbur? Wilby get up, don’t you dare pass out you hear me.”
“Aw, did you just call me Wilby?” He teased as he watched red creep up the boy’s face.
“Absolutely not, dickhead! You know what pass out and die for all I care!” He shouted as he pushed against the knee once more but this time to put distance between them as he looked towards the ground, willing the blush to leave his face.
If he wasn’t currently using his wings, Wilbur was positive they would have wrapped around to cover his face from view, “I think it’s sweet Toms.”
Looking back up, Tommy tilted his head in question at his giant friend, “Toms?”
Wilbur’s grin only widened now that Tommy was looking at him, “Yeah, It’s short for Tommy so now we both have nicknames.” Tommy only grumbled to himself at that, saying how calling Wilbur Wilby was a one-time thing and wasn’t going to happen again.
“As much as I love teasing you songbird, we still have to figure out how I’m going to get out of this forest, I can't exactly walk like this,” He mused, pointing down to his foot as he did so.
“Don’t you have any ‘uman friends' to help you? Just use your talkbox and have ‘em come to get you,” Tommy declared.
“I would love too but there's no cell service out here, I won't be able to get a signal,” He explained to his friend, watching him tilt his head in thought as he processed his words.
“That’s stupid, and makes no sense, you’re stupid.”
Sighing in exasperation Wilbur tried to explain in a way the smaller would understand, “Look, while I’m in this forest, my phone won’t work so we’re gonna need a new plan Toms.”
Said tiny flew even closer to the giant, looking around before landing his eyes on Wilbur and wiggling his eyebrows asked, “Well what if your, phone, wasn't in the forest,” Exaggerating on the word phone as he tested out the word for the first time.
Squinting back at him he responded, “And how do you presume we get it there,” not liking where this conversation was headed, especially when Tommy grinned back at him.
“I’ll fly with it out of the forest! And then I’ll get one of your friends to come to get your bitchass!” Tommy was rubbing his hands together as he spoke, the grin never leaving his face.
“You don’t know how to use a phone,” Wilbur pointed out.
Tommy’s grin was nearly blinding at this point, “You can teach me!”
The idea of teaching the little gremlin how the technology worked made the elder sweat as he realized he didn’t have any other ideas for getting out of this forest. Taking a second to prepare himself, he pulled out his phone, beckoning Tommy closer to see his screen better. Going through the motions of how to make a phone call he couldn’t help but stare at Tommy as he did so. Never before really having a chance to get this close, he ingrained all the details of the smaller into his mind.
Finally snapping out of his stupor once he had explained how everything worked to Tommy at least three times. “Now, repeat to me what you’re going to do.”
“I’m going to take your phone and fly to the outskirts of the forest and once there I’m gonna hit that green ‘n white button and hit the option that says ‘Dadza’ and using my charms I will convince him to come to help you”
Stifling his laughter at hearing Tommy call Phil Dadza he told Tommy, “And if anything goes wrong, you come back and we’ll think of a new plan. '' Pointing to himself as he spoke.
“Big man please, I just survived and won a vicious boar attack, everything will be fine.” He dismissed reaching out to grasp the phone in both arms, not quite expecting its additional weight and he momentarily dropped before he was able to adjust, flapping his wings harder to keep himself afloat.
He had turned around and was about to start making his way out of the forest before he hesitated and turned back towards Wilbur, biting his lips between his teeth, “Is this Dadza fella, nice?”
The predator’s eyes softened and his heart nearly burst as he stared at his pseudo-brother, struggling to hold a phone as big as him, and willing to risk anything to help Wilbur out, “Philza won’t hurt you, I promise you’re perfectly safe with him.”
Giving a determined nod Tommy turned back around and without stopping this time hollered back, “Be back soon bitch!” and with that he headed out into the forest, first making his way back to the clearing they usually meet up and heading off in the direction he’s seen Wilbur come from many times before. He continued to fly without a break until he started to see the trees become less dense and the wild shrubbery started to become cleaner the further he went.
Ignoring how exposed he felt being this far in the open, he made his way over to one of the last trees remaining. Nearly collapsing onto its branch as he landed on his back, sore wings in desperate need of a break, he pushed the phone off his chest and laid it next to him. After taking a few seconds to catch his breath he crawled over to the phone on his knees and looked over the imposing screen trying to remember everything he was supposed to do to get it to work.
Using both hands, he first pressed the green and white box and was greeted with what he assumed was a list of names. He sat, staring at them, hoping he would magically be granted the ability to understand the words displayed. So what if he may have forgotten to tell Wilbur he couldn't read? Tommy was a big man, and he was determined to figure it out himself.
After just staring at the screen, not being able to make out the different words, Tommy crossed his fingers and pushed his luck as he clicked on the name at the top of the screen. Within seconds a loud noise seemed to ring out from the phone and Tommy was quick to throw his hands over his ears hoping the sound wouldn’t last much longer.
As if answering his prayers, a voice spoke from the phone, “Ayyyyy Wilbur, mi amigo, what’s happening?”
Gathering his courage, Tommy took a deep breath before biting the bullet and asking, “Is this Philza?”
Tommy was met with confused laughter on the other end, “Unless I suddenly got thirteen years older and no one told me, I’m afraid not.”
Despite this throwing a wrench in the plan ,Tommy did what he did best, talk, “Wilbur’s hurt and needs your help as I’m not able to help him and he said to call Philza and that he’d be able to help and I tried following all of Wil’s instructions but I don’t know how to read so now I’m talking to you and not Phil but I need someone to get here so they can help him,” cringing to himself at the word vomit he had just spewed.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Tommy anxiously waited for an answer, listening to the others breathing as he waited, “Hey man, is this some sort of prank?”, The voice answered.
“It’s not I swear, Wilbur was attacked by a wild boar and he can’t walk and he told me Phil would help him but I don’t know how to contact him so you’ve got to come help,” Tommy explained, slower this time around.
A sharp exhale was heard over the phone as the other processed the news, “Oh, Dios mío, okay, kid? I’m gonna need you to give me your location so I can come help.”
Tommy pondered for a moment, he had no clue if his home had a different name to the giants than it did to him, “Uhhhh, the forest?”
“The forest?” The man repeated, continuing when he received an affirming hum, “Okay, you’re going to have to be a little more specific, do you see a really gran tree? It should be in the middle of a clearing and it will have a bunch of shiny lights all over it.”
Taking a moment to actually take note of his surroundings he spotted a tree in the distance that seemed to fit the description given. “Yeah I can see the tree.”
“Okay, gracias a dios, I know where you are and I’ll be there soon, okay kid? Everythings going to be fine.” Whether he was reassuring Tommy or himself was unclear but the knowledge that someone was coming was enough to calm his nerves.
Tommy flopped onto his back once the other had ended the call, reassuring himself that the man would be there soon, he had said so himself. Finally having a chance to rest he felt an ache of pain flare-up in his wings at how much he has been using them today. Tipping the edges so they were hovering over him as he ran his fingers through his wings, enjoying his feather's softness as he did so.
Tommy wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he heard the telltale footfalls of a giant. Standing up he watched as the presumably human continued to walk around the open area, eyes locked on to the forest's edge as if looking for something. After watching a little longer Tommy figured this was most likely Wilbur’s friend, even so the thought of exposing himself freaked him out a little but he reminded himself that this was to help Wilbur and with his mind set, he sang a loud twittering call to gain the other’s attention.
He felt himself falter as brown eyes landed on him but he pushed down his nerves, refusing to back down, and called out, “Oi, are you here to help?”
Tommy watched as recognition flashed through the eyes of the other as he questioned, “Songbird?” He asked hesitatingly.
“The hell? Only Wilbur calls me that, my name is Tommy,” was the instantaneous response.
Eyebrows raised at the quick response, “My bad, that’s just what I’ve heard Wilbur call you, my name is Quackity.” Tommy scrunched his nose, he didn’t know how to feel about the fact that Wilbur apparently talks to others about him. He supposed that there were more important things at the moment, like the fact that Wilbur was still sitting in the forest waiting for him.
“Well then Quack-i-ty, let’s get goin’” Shaking out his wings before trying to once again carry the large phone in his arms.
After watching the tiny trying to lift the comically large phone Quackity decided to just grab it for him, “Allow me, mi amigo,” And he slowly stepped towards the branch and gently grabbed the phone from Tommy without breaking eye contact as he did so.
Tommy’s whole body stiffened as the massive hand approached him but all it did was grab the phone before it quickly retreated back to its owner's side. Wilbur had said Phil wouldn’t hurt him and while he trusted his pseudo-brothers judgment, Phil wasn’t here. Instead was this unknown man, Quackity, and Tommy could only hope he wasn’t a wrong’un as he was apparently friends with Wilbur.
Launching off the branch Tommy thrust his wings out and soon found himself high enough in the air that he was just above Quackity, shouting loudly, “Follow me bitch!” as he did so. Swiftly taking off back towards his home only looking back to make sure the older man was following behind him as he did so and without fail he spotted Quackity jogging to keep up with him.
Tommy watched as the forest around him became a blur of green as he rapidly flew past it all. Only slowing down when he reentered the clearing that he had grown so used to. Turning around to fully face Quackity, he watched as the human bent over to put his hands on his knees as he breathed deeply. “Wil’ left his guitar here and he’d be right devastated if he didn’t bring it back with him.”
Having finally caught his breath he looked around the area he was in, quickly spotting the guitar case leaning against one of the nearby oak trees. “Don’t worry kid, I’ll grab the guitar for him.” True to his word, Quackity made his way over and grabbed the guitar case strapping it securely onto his back.
Narrowing his eyes, Tommy got as close to the human as he dared and proclaimed, “I am not a kid.”
Quackity slowly nodded his head, “Uh huh, sure thing,” Tommy begrudgingly dropped the subject and took that as a signal to continue leading him to Wilbur.
Once again spotting the boar tracks he followed after them at a much slower pace than before so that Quackityl wouldn’t lose him in the thick foliage. Adrenaline starting to leave him the further they went, Tommy could truly feel the ache in his wings. Ignoring it for the moment he continued to push on until he spotted a familiar tuft of brown hair up ahead.
Wilbur visibly perked up when he saw his small pseudo-brother had returned, brows furrowing as he noticed the man behind him was not who he expected it to be. “Quackity? What are you doing here, is Phil with you?”
“Am I not good enough for you WIlbur?” The man in question teased.
“No, no, I just wasn’t expecting you that's all?” He turned towards Tommy, hoping for him to answer his silent question.
“Ha, see here's the thing big Dub’s, I may have forgotten to mention that I can’t read? So I may have just pressed a random button and hoped for the best?” He answered to his best capability, trying to ignore how he seemed unable to process the world around him as his head pounded. He missed Wilbur’s response as he focused solely on keeping himself adrift in the air.
Figuring Tommy was just ignoring his teasing remark when he received no answer, Wilbur called Quackity over, “Come be useful and help me off the floor.”
Rolling his eyes he moved forwards, Quackity took notice of the angle his foot seemed to be in, “Damn Wilbur, how’d you manage that,” he crouched down and put one of his arms under his shoulders, waiting until the other had wrapped his own arms around him before doing anything. With a slow start, he lifted both of them into a stand carrying both weights as the other leaned heavily on him.
“Oh you know, just your everyday boar attack,” He laughed.
Once sure that he wasn’t going to topple over, Wilbur took a few steps forward with Quackitys’ help, satisfied when he didn’t fall. Turning to give his thanks to Tommy once more he was alarmed to find the tiny boy fluttering in the air, rapidly blinking his eyes as he looked around dazedly. “Tommy?” blue met brown as the smaller eyes latched onto the giants at the exclamation of his name. Tommy fluttered in the air barely keeping his eyes open as he focused on the people in front of him.
Wilbur cried out in concern as he watched Tommy’s eyes close and soon after he started to descend from the air, his body limp as he did so. Swiftly reaching out he caught the younger boy in his cupped palms and instinctively brought him close to his chest, staring at the boy in a panic, “Quackity! Quackity, he just passed out!”
“Mierda! Okay don't panic! Look you can see his chest moving, he’s still breathing” Curling his fingers over the boy protectively he brought him closer to his face and looking at the smaller allowed him to see Tommy’s minuscule chest moving with every breath he took. With his panic mostly snuffed, he took the time to marvel at the boy in his hands. Being able to hold his pseudo-brother really put into perspective just how small Tommy actually was. Such an important figure in his life and here he was holding him in the palms of his hands.
Wilbur's eyes dilated at the thought of something hurting Tommy while he was unable to defend himself. He knew the best way he could protect Tommy but the smaller wasn't going to be happy about it when he awoke. Soon enough his instincts won out and he brought Tommy up towards his mouth, “Please don’t hate me for this.”
He slowly opened his mouth and gently guided Tommy inside. He had a natural sweetness to him, as if he were honey or something. Wilbur was caught off guard and began drooling, which helped slicken the little avian. Wilbur's tongue pulled up a little to ease him back towards his gullet as he chose to proceed. Then, after what seemed like an eternity but wasn't, he swallowed, a warm, powerful muscle embraced Tommy in a warm hold, drawing him down out of Wilburs mouth and into his snug throat.
Tommy was eased deeper without straining too hard by another wave of rippling muscle. Wilbur couldn't help but purr as he felt his friend approaching his stomach. He laid his now-free hand on his chest, his heart fluttering slightly as he reveled in the feeling of knowing that nothing could harm Tommy. With Tommy safely tucked away Wilbur turned towards Quackity, who was just watching the ordeal, used to the predators antics and proclaimed “let’s get the fuck out of this forest.”
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Sorry to leave on a bit of a cliff hanger but I hope you enjoyed it. I really got into this fic and will be posting little facts about this world later and with that I wish you all a Merry Christmas :D
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