Nosy Mabel

"Mabel, are you sure you want to do this?" Dipper asked hesitantly, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

"Of course, silly! Don't be such a party popper, it'll be so much fun!" Mabel giggled, unable to contain her excitement. Ever since Mabel had her nose picked by the graveyard angel, she had felt a powerful urge for her nostrils to be penetrated. Lately she had begun sticking objects of various sorts into her nasal passages, delighting in the sensation of her sensitive caves being stretched and explored. Marbles, legos, blades of grass, Grunkle Stan's eyepatch, you name it. This had led to more than one awkward incident, but to Mabel it was worth it - nothing matched the thrill of having her nostrils expanded by a foreign invasion.

Dipper unzipped his pants and removed his briefs, revealing his underdeveloped penis. Mable gasped with delight. "Aww, it's so cute!" she exclaimed.

"Ha, you really think so?" Dipper asked, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "I was afraid you'd laugh or something."

"No, not at all!" Mabel continued as she moved towards Dipper's penis, placing her nose hear its head to get a good whiff. "And it smells great, too!" she added. "I love your boyish musk, Dipper!" she teased, looking up and lightly punching Dipper in the chest.

"Okay, Mabel, you…y…" Dipper was cut short as Mabel took his member in her hand and began running it across her nostrils. It felt so good - Dipper could hardly contain his delight at the sensation, and let out a soft moan.

Mabel giggled in reply and reached for Dipper's foreskin. "And let's see how things smell under the hood!" she chucked, rolling back the foreskin to reveal the inner sanctuary of Dipper's genitals. Mabel could not believe what she saw. Smegma, smegma everywhere - lined all around the base of the head of Dipper's penis. "Dipper, you don't wash beneath your foreskin, do you?" Mabel asked in shock and fascination.

"I, um, well…" Dipper could think of nothing to say - he had not planned for this contingency, nor did he realize how embarrassingly inadequate his penile hygiene was.

"It…smells…amazing! Even better!" Mabel was mesmerized by the heavenly scent of Dipper's smegma. She continued to rub her nostrils all about the head of Dipper's penis, small bits of the white gunk now accumulating all over her nose. "Ha, ha, look at me, Dipper! Coke face!" Mabel rose up with a silly grin, pointing to her nose, now littered with wet, whitish powder. "I'm a cokehead! Ha ha ha! Watch out!"

"Mabel, I don't think that's what cocaine looks like," Dipper responded with a lopsided grin.

"Hey, look, look, Dipper!" Mabel continued. She pulled some of the smegma off her nose, placed it on a nearby table, and snorted it into her nostrils. "I'm doing coke! Ha ha! Line your breakfast on a mirror!" She spread her arms and exclaimed, "Watch out for this one, she's a wild gal!" To have Dipper's smegma in her very nostrils, the smell now overpowering her; it made Mabel more ecstatic than if she really had been snorting cocaine.

"I must have it, Dipper! Let me dig deeper, and give your penis' deepest secret to my nose, so I can enjoy it!" Mabel took Dipper's penis in her hand and gently inserted it into her left nostril. It was painful at first, but her nostrils had been stretched from the foregoing weeks of shoving objects up her nose, and Dipper's penis was relatively tiny, so she eventually managed to settle into sort of an awkward rhythm, allowing the top of the head of Dipper's penis to move in and out of the opening to her nostril. Dipper moaned, the slight movements tickling him with a teasing sexual pleasure.

After a few minutes, he was unable to contain himself. "Mabel, I…" but before he could get the words out, it happened - Mabel's nostril was loaded with sticky white semen. Some dripped down her face and onto her lips. She looked up at Dipper with her goofy grin, laughed, and licked her lips. "There it is!" she said, delighted. "You've made my nose so happy!"

She walked over to the other side of the room and blew her nose with a tissue. The semen flew out of her nasal passages and onto the soft fabric, forming a disgusting whitish blob. She showed it to Dipper. "Look, Dipper, it's your boy-juice!"

"Mabel, stop, get that away from me," Dipper began, trying to turn away and run out of the room, but stopping once he realized his pants were still down in a desperate attempt to stuff away his penis again.

"Ha, ha, what's the matter, afraid of your boy juice?" Mabel taunted, placing the tissue under Dipper's nose.

"God, Mabel, ACK," Dipper gagged and his eyes watered. His semen, contrary to Mabel's suggestion, did not smell great.

"Gotcha!" Mabel shouted, spreading the semen over Dipper's upper lip. "Milk moustache!"

Dipper's first inclination was to react angrily, but he couldn't help laughing at Mabel's antics. "Oh Mabel," he said, resigned, "what would I do without you?"

"You'd be as boring as Grunkle Stan, that's what!" she retorted and giggled. Dipper laughed as well.

The two of them, exhausted from their activities, laid down together in bed to go to sleep, Mabel's nose positioned by Dipper's penis, so she could drift off into her dreams with the memory of the smell of Dipper's penis fresh in her mind.