And here we have a lovely story for the ever awesome  Grimsaurus, who should be known well and far by now for being a total butt and snapping his friends up like candy! At least now I know I taste like skittles, though. Or so he tells me. >__>

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Roy sniffed through the grass at the large area of flattened down vegetation. something, or rather, someone, had walked through here just recently. And the chameleon thought he knew who. Scurrying forwards, his eyes darted about, looking for any sign of movement- anything that could give away his adversary. But nothing stirred the forest branches but the wind.
He went on further, following the tracks around trees, through a clearing, and onwards. Always the maker seemed to be just up ahead, just out of sight. And yet the chameleon couldn’t spot him. And then they stopped. Confused, he stood up and scratched his head. There was nothing around to climb up and the final footsteps seemed only as deep as the rest, so a jump was doubtful.
He didn’t notice the gentle sound of movement behind him until a shadow crawled over him. Stiffening, he pretended not to notice until the wet sound of parting jaws sounded out behind him. Then, in a blur of green, he dashed forwards on all fours, just barely avoiding the jaws snapping shut where he’d been not a moment earlier.
The scaled predator blinked in confusion before baring his fangs in a savage grin and dashing forwards just as fast. “Get in my mouth, Roy!!”
The chameleon glanced over his shoulder, watching the huge being quickly covering the distance, mimicking the micro’s run. “Not a chance, fossil fuel!” he shouted, phasing out of sight until only his grin remained. Then that too vanished. The ceratosaurus’s jaws snapped forwards, closing on empty air. Blinking, he skidded to a halt and held his breath, listening. No sound of scurrying or moving grass swayed his attention to give the chameleon away, but that only meant the chameleon had frozen in place as well. Lowering his snout to the ground, Grim sniffed.
The smell of his quarry filled his nose, somewhat stronger from under him. Peering down along his body, he squinted. Was that patch of air slightly darker than the background? Deciding he couldn’t tell, the saurian merely shrugged his large shoulders and flopped down. Right on queue, a squeaky yelp rang out from underneath him, a stone or pebble he’d laid over suddenly squirming. He chuckled, stretching out.
“Hmmm. I wonder where my little ‘meleon ran off to. Maybe I should just wait here until he gets back.”
Roy growled underneath, tiny hands pressing up against the black fabric worn by his larger friend. “You know darn well I’m here, ya butt! Lemme go!”
“What’s that? I almost hear him now!” the saurian replied. Nonetheless, he reached down under with a chuckle, plucking the micro out lightly between thumb and forefinger by the stomach and the small of his back. Holding him up, Grim grinned from ear-hole to ear-hole as the chameleon wriggled and tugged at his friend’s fingers.
“Leggo! I almost had y- eek!” The large maw opened wide, the interior already glistening with saliva. A strand connected tongue to palate before the tongue lolled wetly out from between the twin sets of fangs. Glancing at his larger friend’s gaze, Roy gasped. Grim grinned mischievously at him.
“Grim wait, nooo- Mmph!”
The chameleon wriggled as he found his face pressed flat against the tongue’s bumpy surface, the saurian slurping over him. Roy gasped for breath as the tongue flicked off the back of his head, the lick complete, but when he opened his mouth again to protest he found himself face-planting once more into the wet surface with a yip.
Again and again, the macro slurped over his catch, continuing his walk through the woods. “Mmm, delicious as always, painbow.”
Roy sputtered, allowed a moment to catch his breath as the dinosaur spoke. Before he could be returned to being a living lollipop, however, he reached forwards and thwacked the scaly lips. Glaring as fiercely as he could at the saurian (no matter what that amused grin he gave in return indicated- he was fierce!!), Roy huffed. “Bad! No licking the chameleons!”
Grim’s grin widened. “Oh really?” he replied. “Alright then!”
“Good. Now put me do- aaah! Hey! What did I just say?!”
The saurian opened wide, tossing the chameleon in with a flick of the wrist. Before the little lizard could turn to escape, the huge jaws closed around him.
“Not to lick you. Eating you isn’t licking you, Roy.”
The chameleon gasped, wriggling about and pressing his hands into the thick tongue beneath him. “That’s cheating! Lemme out!”
But already the saliva was beginning to soak in, seeping out of the glands all around the mouth and pooling in the small crevasses formed by the tongue and gums. Trying to turn about, Roy let out an oomph! as the tongue rose up and pressed him into the roof of the saurian’s mouth, squeezing him like a printing press. The small chameleon wriggled, pushing against the powerful muscle, but to no avail. It swished its occupant about, practically lathering him in the saurian drool as it scraped off his flavor despite his fervent protests.
Breath whooshed past the micro as Grim sighed contentedly, sitting and leaning back against a tree. Mmm, you’re good at tongue massages, Roy,” he said, smirking at the bout of squirming his words produced as they jostled the lizard about inside. Roy squeaked indignantly as the tongue waggled about, the powerful voice booming around him, carried by the hot breath of his larger friend. He glanced down at where his hands pressed down into the tongue and huffed.
“I am not giving you a massage! I’m trying to get out!”
Turning with only a little difficulty, he growled and grabbed a fang in either hand. Taking a deep breath, he tugged at them with all his might, willing the two mighty jaws to part. To his great surprise, they did with ease. But before he could make sense of how he’d done the tongue surged under him, flipping him to the side between the huge pointed fangs and into the plushy cheek behind them. Within moments he found himself stuffed between teeth and cheek, bulges writhing visibly from the outside as he squirmed about.
Grim only sucked gently, not wanting to harm his friend with too much force. And yet it was enough to pop the micro’s ears and press him uncomfortably against the hard enamel wall of teeth. Then came the poke from outside. Roy blinked but the talon returned again, pressing against his small form.
Roy yowled squeakily, squirming with renewed strength as he pushed against the finger. But to no avail; it wouldn’t leave. Thankfully his captor didn’t let it last long, parting his jaws once more and poking the grumpy meleon back through the set of teeth to close them once more like a cage. Roy huffed, glancing about, and rolled onto his back. “Alright, fossil fuel,” he said, “I’m giving you ‘till the count of three before I really let loose, eh? Oooone…. Twooooo… Three!!”
Pressing hands and feet into the roof of the ceratosaurus’s mouth, Roy heaved, grunting with the effort. Muscles strained and limbs shook as he fought the powerful jowls holding the jaws together. Sweat leaving him slightly saltier on the saurian’s mighty tongue, Grim chuckled at the relative ease with which he matched his friend’s strength. Then, tilting his head up, he gulped ever so slightly. The chameleon yelped within at the sudden shift in gravity, the tongue undulating from tip to throat in a wave of peristalsis that pushed him down until it slipped by, leaving his legs and tail pressed together in the throat’s embrace.
“Wh-whoa! Hey, wait! Grim!”
Hands pawing at the now fleshier end of the palate, the chameleon tried to scramble his way back up but the macro merely swallowed again. This time there was no chance. With a squeak that could almost be described as cute, the muscular ripple carried the chameleon into the saurian’s great gullet.
But there the muscles gripped him as the ceratosaurus tried his best to slow the tiny reptile’s descent. Thumb and forefinger rolling the little wriggling bulge between them, a red blush spread over the chameleon’s scales. From inside he could feel his hands gripping above his head at the back of the large tongue, doing nothing to slow his slipping slide down the saurian’s throat and leaving the rest of him vulnerable to the gentle poking and prodding of the dinosaur’s little prey item of the day.
But then the fingers themselves vanished into the esophagus with a wet slurp and Grim relaxed, swallowing again to this time speed the process up. The chameleon vanished past his collarbone with a muffled (though clearly angry) protest, squirming against the powerful muscles holding his limbs together. Saliva, swallowed down with him, slickened his tiny form, facilitating the ease with which the throat bore him down. Finally, he felt his feet press against the ring of muscle marking the entrance to the gurgling gut beneath him, stopping his descent for just a moment. But then the wave of pressure from the swallow caught up with him, the muscles shoving gently and yet firmly down on the diminutive micro. Growling, he couldn’t stop them from pushing him past the obstruction, sinking him down into the churning gut below.
With a momentary sense of vertigo, Roy plopped into the huge, fleshy cauldron, the walls pressing in on their new occupant already. Blinking and wiping the saliva from his eyes, the chameleon felt two fleshy folds press in on him, mushing him gently between and sliding over him. The pressure mounted, prompting a wriggle out of him, but the saurian didn’t let his gut go further than that in the manner of crushing it might have exerted on regular food. Roy huffed and let out an angry whine, glaring at his friend (as if there was a place to glare in that wasn’t his friend in the fleshy chamber).
Pushing back at the walls, he tried to stand, but in the cramped, slick area he fell right on his face, nose right before the entrance to the saurian’s large stomach. Before he could recover it opened again, but rather than guide him out or guide food in, the air rushed by in a powerful gust as the stomach caved in lightly around him. He yipped and a moment later the air reached the saurian’s jaws, blowing up through them in a mighty belch that drowned out his chameleon’s muffled, squeaky protests.
“Mmm, what was that, Roy?” he asked, grinning as he picked his teeth with a claw and patted at his gut with the other.
“I said hey!” the chameleon replied, “Don’t be rude!”
Grim just chuckled. “Sorry. Pardon the burp.”
“That’s not what I- eep!” Another roll of the stomach cut the chameleon off as he found powerful muscles baring down on him. Pushing back against them with all his strength, he didn’t even make a bulge against the rippling muscles of the saurian’s stomach as Grim flexed his gut down on his little buddy. Only when he relaxed again did the chameleon’s efforts show up, a tiny bulge rising in the ceratosaurus’s stomach.
“Hehe; I see you, Roy,” said the dinosaur, raising a hand to the tiny bulge and circling a finger around it, brushing it gently over the scales.
“Yeah? Well good! ‘Cause I’m about to get a lot more active if you don’t lemme out now! Prepare for the stomach ache of your life if you don’t!”
Grim scoffed in amusement, tapping the finger against the bulge and gently pressing down. The chameleon grunted from within but the bulge receded under the huge predator’s strength. Grim smirked lightly. “Oh really?”
Undeterred, the chameleon gave a quick series of tiny kicks, prompting his captor to thrum at the pleasant sensation, the deep rumbles shaking the green lizard about inside. Roy frowned and kept it up, trying his best to give the lounging saurian a belly ache. But to no prevail. Grim merely rubbed at his belly. Yawning, he ran his broad tongue over his fangs to lap up the last of the chameleon’s flavor. And thus he relaxed in the gentle sunlight, listening contentedly to the micro’s squeaks of protest and looking forwards to getting to slurp the chameleon up again sometime in the not too distant future. His eyes closed, a smile on his face as he drifted off.