Hey look it's August eighth! Or, as it's commonly known, 8/8- that's eight eight...
Ate ate; get it? Ehehehehe?...
Moving on.
I'm glad I had something stored for this 'cause realizing it's vore day comes only once a year and that's not a lot of reminders, so thankfully there's this.
It's not my birthday. Nor Roy's. Except in-universe, I guess, then it is.
It is, however, my unbirthday, so feel free to give me lots of gifts! I accept cash or credit, expensive commissions for awesome artists, gold, bismuth (the most beautiful substance on earth), quark-stars being named after me, aaaaand... Sodas.

Anywho, without further ado,

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Silence. Nothing more than the sound of the birds in the trees. Roy was waiting in the shade of a towering oak tree far thicker in girth than he suspected ten of him would be able to wrap their arms around if they linked together. Not that the noon-day glade was dull and boring; he enjoyed the wait. It was one of his favorite places to come to, as much for the company as for the sense of calm. Or, rather, the calm the glade gave off whenever said company was not around.
Case in point, “Happy birthday, Roy!” came the resounding roar. Bird shot into the sky, squirrels suddenly vanished, and the chameleon in question jumped no less than three feet into the air, turning a motley mixture of bright purple and red-orange. The colors, however, quickly flashed back into their usual shade of green as the reptile pivoted angrily towards the source of the noise. The purple tried to make a short comeback as his back craned and eyes rose to meet those of the giant beast towering almost three stories above him, a lump already forming in his throat.
Alasthraxis always did have that effect on people. There was just something about being a giant, flying, armor plated, fire breathing, magic wielding reptile with a taste for meat and a habit of eating those who ticked him off that just seemed a tiny bit unsettling, no matter how much one got to know him. No matter; Roy bit back his instinctual nervousness and raised a fist.
“Whaddaya think you’re doing you overgrown iguana?! All I was doing was enjoying the day and here you come sneaking up on my and shouting in my ear! Is deafness supposed to be your gift?” he shouted back, feigning insult.
The large dragon merely smirked down at the far smaller reptile and let out a snort. “It’s not my fault you wouldn’t notice an earthquake if it hit you,” he rumbled, playing along.
“ ‘Earthquake,’ sure! You’re a freakin’ dragon! You could probably stalk quietly enough a rabbit wouldn’t hear you.”
“Oh why thank you,” Alas replied simply, suddenly pretending to admire his claws in mock vanity. “We are far superior to other races, aren’t we? Stronger. Faster. Wittier.”
“Yeah, w-well-” Roy crossed his arms in a huff. “I was only exaggerating anyway. I probably could have heard you if I’d been listening for you. You’re the size of a friggin’ house; it’s amazing you don’t step on half a dozen twigs every time you take a step.”
“Just another testament to our superiority.” Roy glared up at the now grinning dragon.
“Yeah, whatever,” he said simply, and aimed a kick at the larger reptile’s foreleg. Though strong by Roy’s standard, it barely budged the scales it connected to. Alas snorted and Roy tensed as the claw rose slightly off the ground. He was flung backwards and tumbled across the ground before coming to a rest, gazing wide eyed at the dragon that had so casually batted him aside. He felt embarrassment flood his cheeks and knew if he couldn’t get his emotions under control he’d change color in no time flat and reveal everything. He refused to let that happen.
“So then what?” he asked, taking the bruising in jest, “That’s your birthday present? Pounding me into the ground until I push up daisies? Is that it?”
The dragon grinned wider, eyebrows furrowing downwards to give him an intimidating visage as he crouched low. Roy felt that nervousness from earlier well up inside once more as it already began to darken his skin into that shade of purple that signaled fear.
“Oh, no, that’s not it,” the dangerous predator retorted. “You get to choose your gift this year.” Two steps closed the large gap between them and Roy gulped nervously, heart already beginning to pound in his chest. Those huge lips hovered awfully close as the dragon continued, almost whispering, “And I think we both know what you’ll be choosing.” Those titanic jaws parted just before him, making sure to give the tiny chameleon a tiny peek inside as hot, fetid breath washed over him and sent goosebumps crawling over his skin.
No. He wasn’t going to do it. The dragon had just granted him leeway to ask for just about anything. He could ask for gold, jewels, for Alas to be his pet for a week- oh wouldn’t that just boil his blood. The dragon certainly wouldn’t like it but after saying what he’d said Roy was positive he could wrench something similar from him. But those deadly jaws hanging before him- the way those piercing eyes gazed hungrily down at him- that gargantuan tongue just barely reaching out, almost absentmindedly, to lick those serrated fangs. The dragon knew exactly what kind of a struggle he was raising in the smaller reptile’s mind. A massive rumble of pleasure rose up from the depths of that lengthy throat, reverberating in the chameleon’s lungs and practically making up his mind for him. Roy felt his skin flush a light crimson as he made his decision.
“Heh. Y-you know me too well, Alas,” he eeked out.
“Thought so,” the dragon said simply, parting his jaws and bringing them slowly forwards.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” Roy said, nimbly jumping out of the way. “Not that easily! You’re gonna have to catch me first!” he said and thanked his physiology that his heart was already pounding- he’d need all the help he could get running from this giant carnivore.
“Oh? Not going down without a fight, are you? Good, I like the squirmy ones!” he replied, straightening up and sitting down on his massive haunches. “How about I give you a thirty second head start, shortstuff?”
“Why not two minutes? Won’t make a difference when you’re the one hunting, right?”
“That’s twenty seven, now. Better start running.”
Roy paused for a moment, trying to think up a protest, but one look into those slitted pupils and he knew well enough to run. That dragon was itching to go and it was a miracle he had the patience to allot even such a measly time to the snack-to-be nervously backing away. He bolted.
Back and forth he weaved between trees and bushes, running for the only safe place he knew. In that direction lay a small mountain, or perhaps a large hill. Technically speaking, it wasn’t what was important. What was important were the large crevasses that streaked through it- large enough for Roy to hide in but not quite large enough for Alas to simply reach in and scoop him out like a snack in a pantry.
About three quarters of the way there Roy ventured to catch a glimpse behind- the dragon still sitting placidly where he’d been left. For a moment he thought he’d make it. Yet the moment that Roy turned back around to face forwards he heard a roar loud enough to echo back off the mountainside just now visible through the branches. The earth shook immediately thereafter, thudding with the dragon’s heavy gait. Fear etched purple blotches momentarily across Roy’s arms. Now he wasn’t so sure of his odds.
Straining hard, he dashed with all his strength, feeling the ground shake harder and harder each time as the mountain barely crept closer at a snail’s pace. He didn’t dare sneak a peek back at the oncoming drake. Surely at this speed he’d only end up tripping, just as surely sealing his fate. He broke out of the treeline, barging like a bullet straight towards the cleft in the craggy wall ahead. The footsteps were almost causing him to tumble now, but he was going to make it! It felt like ice was being poured down his throat, but he was going to make it! He was really going to make it against all odds against a friggin’ dragon and he was going to- SLAM!
Roy ran into a brick wall at full speed. Or at least it felt like a brick wall. He couldn’t remember much from that moment; just the sudden impact, the immense pain shooting through his skull and the realization that he’d been knocked back and onto his tail, heavily dazed.
“A-aw, m-man!” Roy managed to stutter as he gazed up at the wall of scale that had blocked his path- the dragon’s forelimb. Alas, for his part, seemed perfectly at ease and not even panting. Merely giving a toothy grin and getting comfortable, resting a paw on either side of his now trapped chameleon-snack and swishing his tail so that it fell in a circle around his prize. Rather than responding, he merely scrunched up his snout in a mock snarl and let out a growl that bounced pebbles resting by Roy’s head. Needless to say, Roy went wide-eyed, even through the pain as fearful purple and an embarrassed blush washed across his skin.
His eyes traced up those twin pillars of muscle and scale to either side of him to where they merged into that powerful chest, then upwards even further along that long sinuous neck until they came to rest meeting the dragon’s fearsome visage. Even knowing the large brute was only being playfully dominant and not truly trying to be terrifying (well, not in the same way he’d be terrifying a member of an unfriendly mob at any rate), Roy was quickly forced to avert his gaze, blushing all the more.
That is, until those great jaws parted and Alas rolled his tongue out along those massive chops of his. That snapped Roy’s attention back like a lightning to a lightningrod.
“Wh-whoa,” Roy said dully, always in awe no matter how many times he saw his friend like this.
“ ‘Whoa,’ ” Alas agreed, unfurling his wings a bit and puffing out his chest.
But here Roy regained some of his senses and began to scoot back, knowing what he knew he now had no power to avert was coming.
As if to prove him right that paw leisurely rose up and pressed down on the not-quite-fleeing reptile. Large enough that the palm alone covered him from hip to shoulders, it pressed him firmly into the dirt, driving the air out of him in a bursting wheeze and maintaining the pressure. Either Alas didn’t know his own strength or he knew exactly how strong he was because Roy found himself flapping his lips like a fish out of water, unable to breathe. He tapped his tail against the wrist thicker than his waist as if to say “I give,” and wriggled as best he could under the immense pressure, but the dragon only stared silently down at his toy, head cocked to one side as if considering something.
Only when Roy’s face began to turn red from lack of oxygen did the dragon ease up and relieve some of the pressure. Roy coughed and sputtered, gasping as his daze-induced headache from earlier returned in a dull throb.
“Going somewhere, ‘lightning?’ ” the dragon mocked with a sneer.
“Didn’t. Anyone. Ever. Teach you. Not to. Play with your food?” Roy asked between shuddering gasps, trying to clear his vision of stars.
“Like I’d listen to such boring advice,” Alas snickered cruelly. And with that, he curled his claws underneath the caught lizard and raised him up, giving him a carefree toss into the air. Roy’s half-winded shriek pierced the air as for a brief moment his helplessness caught up with him. He wanted to go home. He wanted to cry. He wanted to curl up in bed and shake like a leaf. But then that same fear of heights turned back into thrill as the dragon caught him in those dexterous claws. But that was the nature of a thrill, no? To feel that moment of fear as danger threatens to consume you (usually less literally than in this instance), only to be beaten back by the assurance that you were truly safe. Or as safe as you can be in the iron-clad grip of a dragon the size of a house who fully intended to stuff you down his throat kicking and screaming. But who sweats the little details?
“Alas! Please! Stop!” Roy yelped as the dragon playfully tossed him in the air once more, expression placid and carefree.
“Stop what?” Alas replied nonchalantly as Roy’s stomach flipped and flipped again inside his torso, but the dragon complied. In his own way.
Up Roy went one last time, but as he came down he wasn’t caught in the secure grip of his friend’s massive claws, but as he reached the apex of his journey similarly massive teeth snagged him deftly by the scruff of his collar, gently halting his momentum and dangling him far above his ten-foot comfort zone.
“A-A-Al-as!” Roy squeaked, fumbling blindly behind him for some handhold as his legs pedaled uselessly in the air. This was getting less fun by this point. At least for Roy. For Alas, his catch’s terrified squeaks were music to his pointed ears.
“Don’t want to fall, gecko?” the drake asked from between clenched teeth.
“N-no!” Roy stammered back.
“No, sir,” the dragon demanded. Roy gulped.
“N-no sir.”
“Good boy.”
Roy flushed red with embarrassment for just a moment before he was flung high into the air and terror took over once more. Letting loose a banshee’s wail he flung his arms out as he tumbled head over heels. For a moment between flips he caught a glimpse of the slathering maw opened wide just underneath him, about to catch him at any second.
“Alas!” he cried as he slammed hard into a tongue bigger than he was. He didn’t land on his neck, precisely, but more on his shoulder, causing him to contort under the pressure of his own momentum as he was thrust into that fleshy surface. Bouncing back a leg and a tail managed to escape those toothy jaws as they otherwise slammed shut around him. He kicked wildly and thwaped his curled tail against the massive snout he found himself trapped within but to no avail. A single slurp saw him sucked bodily inside and with a pop he was sealed from the world. Squelching surrounded him as he was rolled between massive parted teeth and pressed firmly into a cheek, sloshed around for a moment, and plopped neatly back into the center of those jaws. The dragon gave off a pleasant growl, echoing strangely Roy’s unusual environment.
Coughing and soaked with dragon spit, Roy was ground roughly into the roof of the dragon’s mouth, winding him and digging painfully into the bruise he’d received when Alas’d blocked his dash for the crevasse. Grunting, he noted how roughly the mighty drake has been treating him that day and wondered idly as to whether Alas was taking out some minor frustration on him, but quickly dismissed it out of hand. What could possibly stress out a dragon? Anything dump enough to tick one off often found itself on a one-way trip down his throat.
Right; the throat. Roy tried to edge himself further away from the yawning black abyss, but Alas leisurely tossed him right back in the center- perhaps even a little closer.
“Hey squirt,” Alas fumbled around the small creature in his jaws.
“Hey!” Roy protested as he was tossed about. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to not speak with your mouth full?”
“Yeah whatever, shrimp,” Alas replied, squeezing the lizard between tongue and pallet hard enough to wind him.
“Nng! What?!” Roy managed to get out, coughing as he was once more rolled about like a fresh mint.
“Nothing,” the dragon replied, then belied himself a moment later by adding, “Happy birthday.”
“Th-thanks, Alas, I-I think I-” glck!
Roy found himself suddenly curled upside down, falling swiftly down the tight chute like so much food; swallowed with the sheer and casual ease with which Alasthraxis displayed to anything he let pass through those massive jaws, never to come up again.
Hopefully excluding Roy of course. It would be in bad taste (if you’ll pardon the pun) to send someone on any but a temporary visit to stew in one’s gut for their birthday.
All Roy could think about was that he’d been swallowed. He’d been swallowed by a massive beast a hundred times his size, swallowed down like he was nothing! He felt himself flush- openly now- as he squirmed desperately, knowing full well how futile his endeavors were against the titanic, kneading forced forcing him downwards. Alas had said he liked the squirmy ones, after all.
Just as the blood was beginning to rush to his face he leveled out, traveling another five or so feet until he plopped straight into the fleshy stomach, gasping for breath in the pungent air. Coughing, he banged on the stomach walls, soft and billowy, yet backed by firm, almost steel-like muscle. The air inside was like a sauna. Hot, humid, and in short supply, it made Roy feel all the weaker.
“Alas! Alas! I can’t breathe in here! Give me some good air!” Roy shouted, only to receive a pleased yet loud rumbling in response.
“Alas! Can you hear me?”
“What’re you mumbling about in there?” Alas replied, words deep, muffled, and voluminous.
“I need some fresh air!” Roy yelled at the top of his lungs, shakily trying to rise off his knees and failing as his leg slipped into a fold in the tissue. He yelped as the soft flesh reacted to his presence and squeezed painfully.
“Ooooooh! That feels goooood!” Alas replied.
“Can you freakin’ hear me in here?!” Roy shouted.
“Heh! Speak up, shortstuff. You’ll have to talk louder than a mumble if you have anything meaningful to say.”
“You can hear me, can’t you?!” Roy accused. Alas only laughed as the stomach suddenly lurched.
Roy gave a shout as his leg came free and the stomach kept swerving this way and that. He found himself slamming forcefully into semi-solid walls as Alas tossed him about like a salad. Was he flying? No, the intervals were too far apart. Climbing the mountain, then? Jumping in place? One way or another, the dragon undoubtedly knew exactly what was happening to his passenger as Roy flipped head over heels, shouting at the domineering dragon all the way.