title: Nosing Around aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [SlysterK] id: [18478548] date: 星期五, 十月 21日 2022, 3:49:37 下午 modified: 星期五, 十月 21日 2022, 3:56:10 下午

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Nosing Around

Author: SlysterK Source: Nosing Around

Lots of people, when they are children, wish they could fly up high in the air. You were experiencing that sensation at this very moment, and you could already tell it wasn't exactly all it was cracked up to be...especially when you weren't in control of it. You had just wanted just to take some shelter from the rain inside a flower. You were small enough that you could just fit inside and be reasonably dry, at least if the petals were closed enough! You had never expected someone to walk up and sniff it when you were inside! Your musing was brought to an end as you smashed face first into something gooey and sticky, the breath in that was carrying you having ended and now left you to fall like a stone. The substance wraps around you as you sink into it, worming its way up your own nose and even into your mouth as you fight against it to be able to breathe. Twisting and thrashing against the substance, you manage to yank yourself up out of the vile glob. You then spit and hack and blow as much of the gunk out of you as possible. A gentle breeze of air blows past you and the world starts to rock back and forth gently beneath you as you go about your actions, signaling the movement of your host to a new location. The 'floor' of the nostril was soft and almost rubber, but still cushioned enough that you weren't rocking and being tossed all over the place...but, that didn't change the fact it was also covered in a coat of the substance you had landed in. Mucus, you realized...you had gotten some of this gigantic Tyrannosaur's mucus inside you. The realization made you gag, but thankfully nothing came out owing to your lack of eating anything. Besides the snot on the floor, enough light leaked in through the nostril opening behind you to show you it also gathered in thick wet murky strands and dry and cracked balls filled with specks of things along the walls...someone didn't clean their nose very often, if at all.

A stronger wind smacked into you signaling a breath in, but fortunately the stickiness of the floor helped you keep your balance. And when the exhale came, you were ready and held yourself firm. Once the lull between breaths set in, you yanked your feet through the muck so you could turn around and see exactly how far into the nostril you had been inhaled. The answer was unpleasant. You were probably about midway down the nostril, atop one of the many large hill-like folds of flesh that covered the nostril's floor. Well, perhaps hill was a bit of an underestimate...they were large enough that it would take you at least the better part of an hour to climb down...and then back up the next one. And there were at least three in front of you, as far as you could tell. And that wasn't even getting into the sheer cliff face that was the 'wall' leading up to the nostril opening. How in the world were you going to ever get down even, when you had climbed out? As you stared at the opening to ponder that question, you watched the world outside, a dusty street lined with houses, pass by as he makes his way somewhere. As you silently hope it's somewhere that doesn't involve deep breathing, the Rex walks up the path to one of the homes and takes some keys out of his pocket, unlocking and slipping inside.

"Mum! I'm home!" The words rock your world even more than the Tyrannosaurus' words ever did, the vibrations from his voice shaking you around as wayward air from his speech was blew against you in what seemed to be a conspiracy to knock you into the mucus-covered ground again. But, in a stunning display of balance on your part, you fight these forces as well as the pull of gravity and keep yourself upright. Beyond the nostril, you observe the dinosaur march up to a table where a plate and what appears to be a water bottle is...but you don't get long to study them as the dinosaur snorts hard and the blast of hot air sends you flying to the edge of the nose flesh hill, forcing for you to try to scramble to find any sort of handhold. "So that's where I left my damn bottle," you hear him mumble as you just barely manage to stick yourself into the mucus enough that you don't tumble down. In the distance you watch as the dino tosses his keys onto the plate and grabs the bottle before heading deeper into the house...at the very least, you can be happy knowing that he won't be running anytime soon. It takes most of the rest of your strength, but you manage to just pull yourself back on to the 'peak' of the fleshy hill and just lie there as the tyrannosaurus' breath rushes over you back and forth. Getting out of here alive was going to be harder than it was to get in. Even the slightest false move, and you run the risk of either being inhaled and likely dropped down the throat, or worse actually drawn into the dinosaur's lungs, or being exhaled and flung hundreds of feet to the floor and be smashed to bits upon landing. Neither of those fates were very pleasant, not even to think about...so you won't. You're just going to rest up here for a bit, regain your strength enough that you can continue through the mucus mire, and when you can move on, well...

You're going to get out of this nose, or die trying.