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You had been chased through the forest for what felt like hours by this beaver. You knew not why this creature was chasing you, or how it managed to keep up so precisely, only that you needed to get away. Ducking under fallen logs and hopping over streams, you thought you had made your escape; and so, you took a brief moment to rest. but you were quickly disproven by a powerful weight knocking you in the back, toppling you over into the ground…

The beaver had cornered you. The forest floor was beneath you, an opening in the trees above you. But the forest behind you was simply too thick to escape through, and your only exit was blocked by the beaver. You were fearful to even turn yourself over, to see this creature, to see what it wanted with you...but eventually, you did so. The beaver was on top of you, all right, his paws on your chest as he smothered the rest of you under his ample belly. What your attention was drawn to was his mouth, as it opened up nice and wide, letting you look deep into his maw. Two buck teeth gleamed as they parted, revealing the cavernous gullet that the hungry beaver was packing, audible groans of his hungry belly rumbling up from deep within him. But even as the beaver huffed his warm, stale breath onto your face as he loomed over you, something else was the center of your attention.

Strands of thick, opaque drool lined his mouth and teeth. It looked almost like glue, and quite a few drops of it were splattering down onto your face and body...it was certainly gross, but there was nothing you could do about it; the beaver had you pinned down tight. You had to sit there as he continued to slobber all over you, the warm semi-solid running all down your face and neck...

For what felt like minutes, you just stared at the beaver as he lazily slobbered all over you, trying your best to wiggle, but unable to do anything productive. Then, your predator started to move, his neck craning down and his mouth starting to overtake your entire vision. This was it, you were about to be a beaver snack...!

But he didn't clamp his jaws around you just yet. You felt that rough, wet tongue being dragged across your whole body, leaving behind trails of sticky slobber across your face and chest. It was at this point you realized that the beaver wasn't even holding you down anymore, but you still couldn't move...! You looked around the best you could, and you noticed that the goop you were covered in was starting to...harden? Harden! The wet, gross feeling that had covered your body was steadily starting to be replaced with a hard, tense one. It felt like you were locked in sleep paralysis or something, like this was all a nightmare...but it wasn't. His drool had hardened into a cocoon of sorts, and now you were completely immobile; in other words, a snack just waiting to be gobbled up! The beaver knew this, and he delighted in teasing you a bit more with a nice, close-up view of his warm, inviting mouth, before his impatient belly rumbled…

Once again that red expanse started to overtake your vision, but this time it was for real. The cocoon largely prevented you from feeling the wet, slimy, fleshy touch of his tongue as it worked its way over your head, or his jaws clamping around your neck, but it was still happening all the same. You could still feel your body being lifted up by the beaver’s mouth, though, as he threw his head back, funneling you to the back of his mouth, his lips pursed firmly around your waist at this point. You could feel those muscles tightening around you as the beaver prepared to swallow, to send you on your way to your new home.

*glllrk!*

Without your ability to wiggle, the beaver was able to get the rest of you down in just a few wet, sloppy swallows. That sticky drool still ran out of his mouth as he wolfed you down, dribbling onto the forest floor as he got onto his forepaws, taking another thick swallow, the rippling throat muscles grabbing tightly onto your form and greedily pulling you deeper and deeper into the beaver. A smile formed on this unusual predator’s pursed lips as he finished his meal, only your feet sticking out of his mouth at this point. A few loud slurps later, and those feet were all gone, to be played with by his tongue for a few moments before the final swallow sent them to his ever-hungry belly for good…

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