So it's vore day! I tried to make some art but a curse of art block stayed my hand! So instead I decided to finish this quick piece up and post it! Has some soul vore, so enjoy!

Aster is  AsterTheSpaceDragon
I am me!


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“A-Aster, what’re you… Doing?” Roy wheezed, lying flat on his back and struggling to remove the large sole from his face.
“What does it look like?” Aster replied, leisurely scrolling through his phone. The week grip tugging at his ankle barely shifted his foot about, his second holding his friend down with just its weight on his chest. That and the waves of weakness rolling through the little chameleon sprawled out under his chair.
Though they were both around the same height, Roy found himself stuck just as easily underfoot. He’d thought he could take the astral dragon, but within moments of their little sparing match, he’d felt his energy sapping. Within minutes he was on the ground. Aster, however, hadn’t stopped the fight there, but had grabbed a chair and contented himself with Roy’s current predicament: grinding his sole against the lesser reptile’s face.
“N-no, I mean… Why am I so weak?” Roy asked, feeling dizzy. Aster scoffed with a smirk and shoved his phone into his pocket, glowing eyes peering down at the chameleon.
“Oh that?” Aster replied calmly. “It’s just a trick I picked up recently. Thought I might as well try it since you seemed so confident at this height. I’m just taking your life force bit by bit, Roy~”
Roy gulped, heart suddenly racing as the clawed foot against his face forced his cheek to the floor. “W-wait!” he stammered. “Isn’t that a bit dangerous?”
“Naaah, well, usually, but I think you’re forgetting who you’re dealing with. Besides, I’ve gotta do it if I wanna try out my next trick! Wanna know what that one is?~” Roy whined, mind racing for a reply that could possibly deflect the inevitable demonstration. But the impatient dragon snorted after a few moments of silence and continued. “How about I show you?”
Roy struggled hard as the dragon leaned forwards, but his limbs were quickly turning to lead, a numbness spreading rapidly over them. Aster yawned wide and the chameleon found his vision darkening, the parting jaws the last thing to leave his view.
…
And then suddenly there was light. Blinking, Roy felt himself being pulled up as if by some invisible force. Above him, Aster slowly straightened out, retreating at the same pace that Roy was being forced to sit up. And then the dragon’s jaws snapped shut and he grinned.
“Feeling better, Roy?” he asked, his voice merry with the cadence of a one halfway through making mischief. But Roy did feel better, practically cured of the horrible weakness that’d plagued him. If anything, he felt even healthier than before. He furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously, glaring up at the grinning drake.
“What did you do?”
“What? I thought you’d be happy! You seemed so upset at how I beat you just a few seconds ago!”
Roy growled, the sound catching in his throat as he realized how odd it sounded. And then he looked around and felt his heart stop. Well, not really; it quickly became apparent that he o longer had one. Eyes growing wide, he whimpered as he peered back at his body still laying on the floor behind him. At least he was still connected to it below the waist, but above it he simply seemed to be made up of some sort of shimmering light, rather translucent, quite like a ghost.
“A-Aster! You put me back right now! What’s happening?!”
Leaning back, the chameleon felt his soul reconnect with flesh in a slow, drawn-out slurp of ether against material form, but before he could make much progress at all, Aster leaned forwards again and grasped ahold of soul-Roy’s shirt collar. Why did his soul have a shirt? Would he be stuck wearing his clothes for all eternity after he died? Roy didn’t know, but the clawing digits held him fast, keeping him from pulling himself back into his body.
Roy reached up, grasping at the arm and wriggling in an attempt to move it. But despite the feeling of having his usual strength, the arm didn’t budge. The scales didn’t even shift over his skin. But he held onto Roy fast, pulling him up face-to-face with the grinning drake.
“Now now, Roy,” Aster cooed, “we can’t have you going back in juuust yet! There’s still more stuff I wanna try!”
“F-frig! Dang it, Aster, just put me back right now!” Roy cried, trying to sound forceful. But Aster’s grin didn’t waver.
“Sure thing, Roy! You know I never get rid of you permanently. But like I said, this time I wanna try out some stuff first! List this~”
Holding Roy’s soul form tight, Aster opened wide again and Roy felt that same weakness flowing over him, wisps of light funneling past him and flowing down that abyssal throat. The long-since-familiar sensation of shrinking overtook him as well, and Roy yelped and tugged, trying to get away from the being devouring what little life essence he had left.
Up and up the dragon seemed to grow as Roy lifted off the ground towards Aster’s outstretched hand. His shirt grew tight, the dragons fist now pressing into his chest as his height neared the width of that great hand. And then the astral dragon’s teeth snapped shut with a click, severing the trails of wisp still making their way into his jaws. For a moment they curled around the great wall of enamel before floating back into their previous owner, his strength slowly returning. And with a quick flick and snatch of the now tiny soul’s form, the huge clawed fingers wrapped tight around the chameleon.
“Well? How do you feel?” Aster asked, voice booming through the reduced soul-form’s mind. Roy felt the answer torn from his throat.
“I-I feel weak! A-and I can’t… I can’t think straight!”
“Oof. Seems like I shaved off a bit too much there. Probably swallowed all your willpower.”
Aster glanced away pensively, but Roy felt himself nodding to the dragon’s words. They just felt so right. Of course, he knew he only felt so agreeable because of what Aster had done, but if he’d done it, he’d done it. But that didn’t mean Roy felt it was a good thing. Not yet, anyway. Growling, he struggled to pull himself free of the encaging fingers, but Aster simply raised a thumb and brushed it over his head, Roy’s efforts apparently still unable to affect anything physical. But now Aster’s attention was returned to him.
“Well, we may as well get you back to being whole again, huh?”
Aster grinned, his sharp fangs sending a chill down Roy’s spine as the finger uncurled. But that was hardly comparable to the next fright the dragon gave his little captive as a claw raised up and pierced the small soul-thing through the torso. Roy yelped loudly, glowing brightly for a moment before his mind made sense of the lack of pain as Aster lifted him to eye level. Smirking, Aster watched his friend wriggle on the end of his claw, speared through and stuck fast.
But without wasting any more words on the frightened pest-turned-friend-turned-snack, he opened wide and dipped his finger between his jaws. The lips came together, the finger slid out, and the chameleon was nowhere to be seen. Aster grinned.
He still couldn’t even feel Roy, but the taste, that was still there. Ignoring the warbling, eldritch echoes sounding out from inside his jaws, he carefully pushed the little warm spot between two sets of massive fangs and methodically began to chew.
Inside, Roy felt like chaos incarnate. Every time those fangs sliced down, his form dissolved and spilled over the gums and tongue like a gaseous mist, only to reform a moment later as the jaws parted again. Yelping repeatedly at the sensation, he pushed in vain against everything around him, be it tongue or tooth or gumline, but nothing even slowed the constant chew. And every time he felt his soul quite literally crushed and sliced and pulped, he found it harder and harder to reform.
Feeling less and less corporeal, Roy felt himself spilling out over Asters mouth, pulled back and forth by the great breaths of the aspiring deity. And soon that’s all he felt, settling into rolling environment. But after a few moments of the intense flavor diluted and spread out over his jaws, Aster finally stopped and relaxed, letting the warmth slowly coalesce again onto the center of his tongue.
A groan sounded out as Roy pulled himself back together, and Aster smirked. He tasted more than felt the puny soul stir against his tongue, weakly crawling towards the lips, but a quick and easy inhalation drew him nearly over the edge of the large tongue, sending him yelping.
“A-Aster?... Y-you’re gonna spit me out now, right?” Roy stuttered, whining. The jaws held still for a moment, but then Roy watched the smirk stretch wider past the imposing fangs.
“No~” Aster replied simply, and swallowed.
Being swallowed was always a harrowing experience for the unwilling micro, but as a soul the experience felt far stranger. Roy’s yelp dissolved just as he did, the powerful muscles of the throat that usually held him tight utterly crushing his massless soul, forcing his form into the small wash of saliva that dripped its way down to the waiting gut below.
He might have struggled, but by the time he could pull himself back out of the slime, he’d already splattered against the bottom of the great dragon’s gut. But far from what he’d been expecting in the dragon’s gut, the stomach was as empty as usual, only a few last vestiges of soul-stuff still wafting about from the drake’s previous meal.
As he pulled himself free of the drool pooling at the bottom of Aster’s gut, Roy grasped for the wisps, feeling himself grow ever so lightly as he reclaimed his lost essence. But then, just as quickly, he felt himself shrink.
Outside, Aster spread a wing and observed the starry night sky emblazoned on the leathery membrane. What must have been a thousand stars and nebulae adorned the expanse, but for now his eyes sought out something unusual. He could neither see nor hear nor feel his snack at the moment, but he could feel the little mind growing weaker and weaker nearby.
He felt a small pang of guilt at the worry Roy must be feeling, but quickly brushed it aside. The chameleon knew better than to think that Aster would ever dispose of him like any other micro. He’d kept the squirt around this long, hadn’t he?
At last his eyes alighted on the one anomaly on his wing: a slowly forming star in an otherwise blank expanse of night. He grinned and with a mental shove forced the last of Roy’s soul into the black hole of his stomach. He felt the little thing shiver, then collapse, and then relax into a pleasant sleep as the star ignited on his wing.
He’d let the little guy out. Maybe after sending his captive a dream or two of groveling at a certain dragon’s feet to help egg on that pesky enjoyment the chameleon always felt at such things. Aster’s grin widened at the thought. It was good to be a god.