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Title: [F+Anthro] 9 o' Clock Worries
Post by: A pretty cool guy on February 11, 2018, 01:29:08 AM
Tangerine leaves were few and far between. The livelihood of the plant life was in resurgence. Among many Sam was DWD ( Drowsy While Driving), making her morning commute. Often times, she would shake from the rowdy sounds of car horns waking her back up at every green light.
   As the mustelid arrived at a parking spot, she massaged her groggy eyes. One foot after another, she stumbles out of the car. She screams out a yawn beyond the named “The Coffee Shop”.
   Stepping inside, she scans the room only to find a productive blue jay sitting in the corner, getting yet another cup of coffee. Unable to stay still while working with her laptop.
   Off to the side, a bloodhound’s ear rose, hearing the door’s bell of the coffee shop. He adjusted himself and put on a weak smile, hardly noticeable. The otter maneuvered around the set tables and chairs leading to the counter to order. She yawned, making it well known she was a great customer from the start. The canid greets “Welcome to the coffee shop, what would you like?” with Sam responding with some small talk banter by saying “Whew. It’s pretty early, huh? I mean, I can only imagine *yawns* how tired you a-.”
   An eye rose from the dog, feeling insulted. Sam takes a moment to read his face. She feels guilt sweep her as she realized the assumption she made. She gasped, covering her mouth while saying “I’m so sorry.”.
   The dog chuckles while saying “I get it all the time. I thought you were one of those troublemaking boys...or girls, trying to joke about me and don’t even know my name. Here’s a real joke. So there was this guy...ha! Whatcha want?”
   Feeling the stress go right past her, Sam asked “A large black coffee.” The hound grinned and made her some coffee. The coffee shop was starting to fill up. A housecat couple came in, feeling happy as the dog made Sam feel.
   The otter took her coffee as the dog moved on to the next two customers “Welcome to The coffee shop…” he said again. She took her cup in one hand using her other to balance her sleepy self as she walked pass tables within the marble walls of the establishment.
   Sam sets her eyes on the extended dining booth that reaches towards one of the windows of the shop itself. She sat down, getting herself quite cozy. She sat her phone down across from where her coffee sat as she lifted the coffee and took a generous sip. Her lips burned as she brought a hand over to her coffee covered lips and wiped the steaming coffee from her face.
   The cat couple took a seat at a table close by to our otter friend, conversing soon after. Sam cooled her coffee before taking another sip, eyeing the felines’ friendly talk.
   A distressed looking macro mouse man in formal apparel scrolled in, asking for a cream heavy latte. He walked to a two person table, taking his time to pull up his set, and rested on a chair. As if by coincidence, the male cat revealed a bouquet of flowers right as the mouse man walked in.
   The girl cat was elated, taking the flowers  while hugging her boyfriend. The fast motions of the flowers swirled up a hefty amount of pollen. A good whiff of it went right by sam’s large, otter nostrils. She got startled as her nostrils flared while drinking her pungent coffee. She gulped the rest of the coffee in her mouth while guarding her nose with a sturdy finger to her nostrils.
   Some pedestrians took a glance at her struggle as they walk by the shop. Embarrassment sweeps over her, feeling eyes of concern stab her. Her nares twitch again, making her muzzle hurt now. Weighing her options, she let the sneeze take over and doubled over, uncovered. “Huccchiewww. Huhh-huhhh...hechieewwww! Sniffle!” She sneezed.
   Unable to find a napkin by her side, she moped to herself. Both felines said together “Bless you!” in response. The door gingles to another customer entering the premise. The couple pauses for a moment before offering Sam a tissue, saying “here” as a gesture of kindness. Sam was  about to take the tissue until a doe walked by while saying “Don’t worry, I got this.” as she gives the otter a few tissues from her purse.
   The male cat asks “Oh, I guess you know this nice lady.” the female smacks the male. The doe responds “Well, uh…”. The female says to the doe “I suppose you two will know each other after a few coffees, of course.” she says . They all chuckle.
   The doe sits right beside Sam. They both feel tension after the otter gives a quick blow to her nose. Sam’s eyes pop as she tries to remember something. She says “Hmmm...Jenny, right?” The doe says “Juniper, but your friend calls me Juh-June.” Juniper says, pressing a finger against her quivering nostrils.
   The otter notices the nose as much as June does and offers one of the tissues that the doe gave her. June puts a hand up in refusal and looks towards the window to sneeze, which doesn’t seem to be working at the rate she’d hope.
   Sam cocks her head in slight confusion. She asks “Are you sure? I’d at least help it if you sneezed into this.” The doe was too far into the sneeze to say anything except a brief “...purse.”
   The otter nodded and started scurrying through her mutual friend’s purse. A familiar bird skipped by and asked “ Looks like we got a strong sniffer here. Do you mind?” The otter and doe nod, allowing the blue jay to pull out a can of an unusual type of pepper spray. “Don’t worry, it won burn ya. Its called “sneeze spray”,  for any stubborn sneeze.” An alarm goes off on her phone, she says “Hup, looks like I gotta go. Call me.” She speeds off, leaving a number behind. It appears out of state, which Sam can only assume she at least lives in the city. She puts the number in her pocket and brings her attention back to Juniper.
   Even though the doe’s face is very scrunched up, her ears relax, knowing she can let out the sneeze out sooner. The otter gets the pepper spray ready while asking “You ready?”  The doe nods and the otter sprays a good amount of the pepper from the can. She made one mistake, yet, which was aiming the nozzle the exact opposite direction she wanted to spray it.
   Her face convulsed, nostrils brimming with pepper. Her eyes only sprinkled with the black grains. Her nose became wide open while she rubs the pepper out of her eyes. Juniper wanted to aid Sam’s nose, but her own nose was teetering towards sneezing her head off. Sam took more of the tissues she received and began sneezing into them. “Hepchii-chiii! Huhh...chiewww!” It wasn’t long before her hands became limp and started shaking after every sneeze, letting pepper crash onto the table.
   “...haccciewww!” after the final sneeze, she found no tissues by her side. She rubbed at her large, bouncy nose. Giving a sigh of relief, she wanted to look back outside, only for her to notice her struggling acquaintance next to her. She took the spray bottle again and turned it 180 degrees to be safe, although it was a bit unnecessary to say the least. She tapped the button a few times into the doe’s now very quivering nostrils to satisfy it’s sneezy needs.
   June’s muzzle scrunched to an unbearable state. Her nose held back far too long, responding to the tardiness with a few loud honks.“Ahhhhciewwwww-ahhhhhhhhhhchiewwww...huh *sniffle* ehpchiewww!” Nose still twitching, she scavenged her purse for any tissues and finding none.
   The female cat repeated her tissue offer, now to the doe. She nods her head and rubs the tissue enthusiastically into the sickly sniffer...
Title: Re: (F+pollen+pepper) 9 o' clock worries
Post by: Furry-Sneezes on February 11, 2018, 10:10:15 AM
Nares, huh? Had to look that one up. Had never heard it used before.

There's a fair bit of stray typos and formatting mistakes, but mostly pretty minor. An interesting take on setting a public scene. There's a few too many animal types for my personal tastes, but as a fetish story that's a non-detail. Enjoyed the story well enough. Good sneeze spellings. Decent stray details. Still reads like a sneeze fic, but let's face it, most anything Slice of Life will read like a sneeze fic if there's enough sneezing in it. :P

First story I've read around here in a while. Thanks.
Title: Re: (F+pollen+pepper) 9 o' clock worries
Post by: TikoPiko on February 11, 2018, 03:50:28 PM
Hey nice story, it's pretty well detailed :).
Title: Re: (F+pollen+pepper) 9 o' clock worries
Post by: A pretty cool guy on February 11, 2018, 07:01:32 PM
Might not be as strong as the last part, but I hope you still enjoy.

   Relieved, June collected her thoughts and tried to remember what else she was here for. Her otter friend felt all the stress put on her nose. She rubbed her sore head, catching the attention of Juniper. June read the otter’s aching face and began searching through her purse, trying to remember where her Ibuprofen might be with her still scrambled memory.
“You’re welcome!” the kitty couple say, cleaning both the otter’s and the doe’s spilled coffee. Sam gasped at how sweet the two were being and offered up a coffee coupon as she said “Thank you. We’ve must’ve been the worst to y’all. I mean…” she gestures her paws towards the ground and her pinkend nose. The female cat blushes and responds “Heh, you two are a couple of mockingbirds. My avian friend can attest to it.”  Both cats give a good laugh. After a few moments, she continues “This dearie here was friends with my ‘coon daughter back in high school.” Her SO adds “But you how things turn out with school…” the cat girl then says “Oh, she’s such a sweetheart. I’ll tell ya.” Sam interrupts “Oh, so you adopt?” Both cats look at each other for a moment, then both respond “We’re foster parents.” male cat adds “the same thing, ya know?”
An electronic beeping comes from the cat couple, they spring up while saying “Sorry, but we gotta jet.” The male one says “I got a [i|special[/i] day for you!~” The female cat hugs her SO, then they both walk out the building holding hands.
   The doe looks back out the window seal, not appearing relaxed. Sam notices this and asks “Need any help with that?” the otter holds a finger up as an offer to put it under the doe’s quivering nostrils. June scrunches her muzzle with great force, which helps with the tickle enough for now.
   Some concern still struck the mustelid’s face, but she thought it’d be silly to worry about such a minor tickle. The doe was more elated at the fact that she remembered why she was to meet the otter girl in the first place. The doe sat and said the otter “Listen, I know it was kinda awkward and all that I made you have to deal with my pesky nose as well…” The otter was about to interject, but the doe continued “But hey, with that out of the way, we can finally get to know one another.” Juniper extends her hand to Sam “Names Juniper, but my friends call me June for short.” Sam smiled, responding with “Hi Juniper, I’m Samantha, but friends call me Sam.” 
   June immediately dropped her head . Allowing Sam’s caring nature to ask her “What’s wrong?”. flustered, June admits “What is there to say? Claire must’ve told you everything. I just can’t…” A few co-workers from the back started there 9:30 shift and began asking people for seconds. A cheerful squirrel came by and decided to remedy the doe’s and otter’s situation. She pours them seconds on the house and says to the otter “Well, what did she tell you?” The squirrel smiles at the otter and uses a finger to turn Sam’s head towards her. Sam smiled , giving her re-aquainted friend a big ol’ hug.
   A mysterious tickle formed in the otter’s gentle nose. It’s perfect oval shape wiggled as it twitched slightly, but it wasn’t too much of a bother to even herself. Sam gleefully asked “Where have you been?! It’s been so long!” As the two cheered about their reunion, a saddened doe was still feeling a bit down. Before either of them notices there damsel in distress, June’s phone started ringing. She took a deep breath before answering the video call as a voice call. She said “Hello, who is this?” The voice on the other side, just as, said “Um, your ear…” She felt her deer ear, checked her phone, then immediately started sweating. The doe looked through her purse for her earphones as the ‘coon on the other side said “ Relax, those two seem fine about it.” Sam replies “Claire?! What are you doing up? I told you to get some rest, your can't be up and about like this!” 
   The otter’s squirrel friend says “I guess one of us aren’t so fine, come on!” She playfully shoves the otter “Maybe YOU should relax, eh?” Sam rubbed the back of her neck as her friends chuckled. The air seemed a lot less tense than it was before, but that didn’t change the otter’s flaring nostrils. Her modest ears fell as she closed her watering eyes for a quick sneeze. “Hepchiieeew! *sniffle*” Sam could swear the scent bothering her nose was nearby, but before she could say anything, her striped faced friend commented “Now don’t go getting sick before I get better, can you even imagine Rosa being a nurse.” The two laughed. Sam said “Don’t even! She would be like…” She stood straight, putting on a sassy impression of there skunk friend “Don’ worry, the peppa is for medical perpouses, sweetie!” They laugh some more, shedding some tears of joy.
   Calming themselves down, June asks “Claire, what did you tell Sam?” The raccoon then lists “Your whole life, your friends, your enemies, your crush!” The poor doe sweats nervously. The raccoon continues “You’d always have these big posters in your room Anton the Siberian Tiger, Russia’s super stud haha! Such a brute.” The doe admits “Yeah...he kinda was.”
   They all grinned at Claire’s verbal horseplay. June brings a finger to her nose and asks Claire “So, I heard you had a…” rubs her nose to express her point “problem with something.” Sam replies “Oh shut up, you know you’ve wanted to do that ever since TIff’ here came over.” The doe nods, putting a smug on her face. The ‘coon gasps at the doe, removing her finger to make a point only for her nose to quiver and to let out a quick sneeze “Hapspkkkkshhhhh! *snuffle*” Claire blows her cold-filled nose, only for it to be just as stuffed as before not a few moments later.
   An anger beaver yells for refills across the room, signaling the squirrel to quickly leave. She exits there space by saying “Call me, Sammy.” and leaves them with a single flower as a welcoming gesture. Sam sneezes again from the inescapable pollen. “Hepchieew!” She rubs her nose, getting little satisfaction out of it. The raccoon on the cell puts a look on her face saying “I was right, wasn’t I.” Sam looks at her, groans, and responds with “Hay fever is an exception, not the rule.” The doe interjects with “Well, I wouldn’t want a nurse sneezing all over me…” Sam chuckles lightly.
   The doe’s nose twitches with more intensity. Sam says to June “Don’t be shy, go and sneeze.” She gestures towards the window. The doe nods and proceeds to coax the sneeze out of herself, her muzzle is scrunching as a start.
   The sickly raccoon tells the otter “Hey, If we’re both sick and all, wouldn’t you want to go out somewhere where no one has to do anything?” Sam thinks about it, and then says “Well who’s gonna pay for the spa?” The doe raises one hand while raising another with a tissue holding it, ready to catch the oncoming sneeze. “Hepchieeww-ahhh! *sniff sniff*”.
   The doe takes another tissue and wipes all around her nose and it’s mildly dripping nostrils. Her now sensitive nose doesn’t take the tissue rubbing lightly and begins to spaz out, causing another, more satisfying sneeze to release. “Hep-ccchewwww! Ahhhhh! *sniffle*”
        Satisfied, Sam continues “Wait, are you sure you want to?” The doe nods her head, before raising her head for another sneeze. The otter feels the sneeze creeping back into her nose, doubling over instantly “Hechiewww! Hehh-sniff, chhiewwww!” The otter steals a tissue from the doe, giving her nose a decent honk with it. She asks Claire “So, when do you wa-” she notices her alarm has gone off and rushes out the room while reminding Juniper “I’m so sorry, but I-I ehchieww!” The otter pauses again, rubbing her nose. The raccoon comes back on the phone and tells her friend “maybe you should...take the day off.” Sam sniffles and smiles, agreeing with Claire’s advice. She walks back to the doe and suggests “Wanna spend some time with your sniffly little friend, we can talk more then.”  The doe sneezes “Hepchieee-ahhh!... I’ll meet you in the car.” The otter happily nods and strolls out of the coffee shop, feeling more energetic than one with hay fever should be. The doe finally makes it to the mini van and briskly covers her poor nose before sneezing one last time. “Hehhh….ahcieee-ahhhh! *sniffle*”
Title: Re: [F+Pollen+Pepper] 9 o' Clock Worries
Post by: TikoPiko on February 11, 2018, 10:50:35 PM
Very good story  :).