The shorts string landed right against the waist band of the shorts themselves before sliding down against it back to their normal resting position. I on the other hand found myself on the wrong side of that divide and as the string slid down I was left to fall through the small gap between shorts and scales as I tumbled into the dim, humid interior of the tyrannosaur's pants. The shift in atmosphere was immediate and intense, the air instantly becoming hot and filled with the scent of sweat and the dinosaur's musk. As I landed and came to a stop I tried to push through the daze brought on by such a fall and found I had landed...
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