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Art, Art, and Art! / Re: [M + Messy + Sketch] You're SO SLOPPY, Viktor
« on: October 27, 2018, 09:51:34 PM »
My favorite dragon! Poor baby to have such strong, wet sneezes! Love this so much.

I Found Something! / Re: All Hail King Julien [M, Illness]
« on: August 15, 2018, 04:22:04 AM »
Aw, cute! Great sounds.

AMAZING! I love every bit of this!

1. She's writing fanfic (and probably totally ships them; I don't blame her)

2. The very first thing Craig does upon waking is tell Don he's going to sneeze. Like, the tickle is so overwhelmingly there, it's the first thing he knows in the morning.

3. Don & Craig being assigned together as roommates because of Craig's fur allergy is brilliant. But how does he get through mandatory dorm hall meetings? Or classes? Poor baby's got to have a tickly, itchy trunk after science lab, working in close quarters with classmates who have fur. Would love seeing him frustrated about that and Don doing something to make him feel better.

4. You totally gave us enough details to imagine what happens at the end. I would have loved to have seen the scene, but it was absolutely not needed. I love the way Don offers to help out, because he helped out before with the sneeze and so... yeah... and Craig immediately understanding and wanting in. Beautiful.

5. Love the setup, with Don waking up already thinking about his roommate and thinking the situation won't change, and then he gets brave and makes it happen. But the introspection and observation was well written and really helped set the characters' situations perfectly.

6. Don tickling Craig's trunk at the base, drawing his finger up like that, just knowing it's going to make the sneeze come out. So nice of him to help and so hot at the same time.

7. Craig's sneezes... so strong. They just fill his whole trunk up, don't they? Mmm.

8. Love the dynamics of a human and an elephant. It's really interesting, not just because of the size.

9. Every last letter in this bit:  “AH.... H-hhAHH... Oh... g-gonna sn-snee-hee... I got... Gota-ah-ah... gottasneeeheeee---”

10. Craig hugging his body pillow and being just as turned on as Don.

Thanks for sharing!

Art, Art, and Art! / Re: The Problem With Pepper (M, anthro, canine)
« on: April 15, 2018, 06:23:05 AM »
Love the paw on the muzzle. Adorable!

Oh man, that's fantastic. Thanks for sharing the links. His ticklish, cold-filled runny nose is just to die for :-)

Art, Art, and Art! / Re: Comission from Alrek! M, dragon, cold
« on: February 11, 2018, 02:15:21 PM »
This is so delicious. I love all his expressions as he deals with his cold and the horrible stuffiness and wetness of the powerful sneezes. Amazing job capturing all of this!

Ooooo the plot thickens! ;D  The dom is developing a sneeze fetish now too.  I really enjoyed this, just as much as the first one.  Very well written, and awesome plot line.  I look forward to reading part 3.

Thank you so much! I hope Richard developing a sneeze fetish made sense. It was just not something he'd ever considered before but now that the idea presented itself...  well, there's a lot of potential in it! It's another thing he might add to his weaponry, so to speak. I really appreciate this comment and hope you enjoy the other two stories!

I love your story so much!
All of it!
It's so great!
The part where Nose mourned Lewis in the last chapter made me cry, and you've really gotten me interested in getting back into the scene.
Thank you so much for writing and sharing this wonderful piece! :D

Thanks so very much! The stories were so much fun to write; it's great to hear you enjoyed them so much! I've some ideas about where the series might go from here, but I've got other stories I need to work on more immediately.

Happy to hear that moment with Nose wasn't too out of place. Though *hugs* sorry it made you cry. I had worried it was too dramatic for a sneeze story, but it was an important moment for his character. And after such a hard day, the poor pup deserved to have someone see him to bed, even if he couldn't be his Dom.

As you might have noticed, each part of this arc is told from a different perspective. In part 1, it is the submissive client. Part 2 is a club Dom. Part 3's is a club submissive. And this, the final part, is told from the point of view of a number of pack Alphas. Normally, a wolf pack doesn't have more than one alpha, but it takes more than one to run a BDSM club. And that also allowed me to show a whole lot of different aspects and scenes. So this one's a little different, but I hope you like it!

Title: Forever (Wolf Pack BDSM Club #4)
Author: tarotgal
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Cold sneezes, induced sneezes, contagion, mess, BDSM situations, pack drama, a lot of sappiness/sweetness
Pairings: Wolf/Rabbit, Wolf/Wolf

Richard lay on top of his sub, panting hot and heavy into his face. Nathaniel was pinned down helplessly on the black matted floor. His master’s hands were on his wrists, both to hold him down but also to massage a pressure point to calm him in this trapped position. Richard had achieved the perfect balance of this over years of being a Dominant in the club.

But this time, his submissive was thrilled to be trapped beneath him. “Tell me how it feels, Sir?” he begged his master.

Richard shook his head. “I’d rather sh-show you. Huhh!” His great black nose, tinted a little red, nuzzled the rabbit’s face, rubbing against the little pink nose. “Huh! Uhhh-SHOOO! Sniff! Just imagine… sniff!Sniff!  Imagine this big bad cold of mi-mine in that tiny little sniff nose of yours. Hah Hah HAH-URSchhhhhhhhh!”

The rabbit twitched his nose and whimpered happily.

“Ohhh, sniffffff I think you’re gonna catch my terrible, wonderful cold. Snifff! You won’t be able to help it after I sn… I sn-sn-sneeze all huh over you-huh-huh-SHUHhhhhh!”

“Master,” Nathaniel was almost out of breath himself from excitement. “Your nose is running so much. You’re all sniffly. Please let me help you!”

Richard nodded in agreement, but he didn’t release his sub. His thighs tightened on either side of Nathaniel’s and his thumbs worked small circles into Nathaniel’s wrists. “If… if you… if… uhhhh! Huh! HUHSHOOO! Sniff! If you idsist.” Richard sniffed long and hard as he ran his nose back and forth against the soft, warm fur of his sub’s cheek.

Nathaniel moaned happily.

“With this cold, I’ll make you sneeze for days. And every sniff every sniff every single time you sneeze, you’ll think of me.”

Nathaniel moaned again, nodding his head emphatically. “Yes, Sir. I won’t forget.”

“It’ll be me making you sneeze, even when we’re not tuh-together. Hah-HakkCHIHHHHH!”

Nathaniel cried out, his body straining not to get away but to get even closer. But Richard held him down well, masterfully. “I always want us to be together,” Nathaniel cried.

Grinning, Richard rubbed his nose against Nathaniel’s again. “I… I...” He wasn’t able to finish. “Huhhh-UHSHHHHHH! H’KSHOOO! HUHSHHHHH!” Gasping, sniffing, coughing a little even, Richard pulled back and finally reached for a tissue from the box next to them.

Obediently, his sub lay there as if he was still being held. Nathaniel watched him blow his nose with a look of jealousy and reverence and something else Airabella recognized all too well.

With a sigh, Airabella leaned back from the monitor. She turned and caught Bertrum's eye across the room. “We've got a problem with Richard.”

Bertrum rubbed a paw over his gray speckled face. “Is it the sneezing again? I thought that was going all right for him.” He crossed the room to her and placed hands on her shoulders as he leaned over to see what she was watching.

Richard and his sub lay side-by-side on the mat, a box of tissues between them. Richard wound up, breath hitching, and sneezed. He pulled a few tissues from the box and wiped his nose. Then he wiped his sub's face for him. His touch was tender, gentle, loving.

Bertrum sighed. “You're right. That is a problem. I'll get one of the subs to summon him to the office as soon as he's free tonight.” He shook his head. “He's such a great Dominant. I'd hate to lose him.”

“He's so fantastic with first time submissives—all his submissives, really.” Airabella nodded in agreement.


It was almost an hour before Master Richard appeared before them in the Alpha's private office. He was freshly showered, a few beads of water still clinging to his brown fur, but he still obviously looked sick. He tried to disguise this, though, as he stood in front of the desk in the office as if nothing were wrong. “Hello, Mrs. A, Mr. B.” As there was no chair on his side of the desk, he stood with his paws behind his back and his head tilted down toward their seated forms.

“Hello, Richard.” Airabella's tone was light and sweet. She cared about everyone in her pack so deeply, and she knew this was going to be a difficult conversation if emotions got away from them too early. “How are you?”

“I'm f... fine,” he finished hesitantly.

She cocked her head. “Really? You're not ill?”

He opened his mouth to respond but seemed to not know what to say. As much as he didn't want to admit he was ill, he couldn't lie to his Alphas.

“Come here, please.” With his ears flat back against his head and his tail tucked between his legs, he walked forward and leaned against the desk. Obediently, he leaned forward even further. Airabella touched her paw to his nose and he winced, instinctively pulling his sore, chapped nose away. His nose had felt dry and warm to her, though. There was no mistaking that. “You've got a cold, Richard. Maybe even a bit of fever.”

He nodded and shrugged and sniffed.

Bertrum forward and folded his paws on the desk. “You know we're going to have to remove you from the schedule until you get better. We can't have you getting the Doms, subs, or clients sick.”

Richard stared down at the desk, not meeting their eyes.

“Apart from Nathaniel, of course.”

Richard's head snapped up, eyes wide. “You don't understand... I... he... huhhh... he wanted… huhhhhh…” He dug a tissue out of his pocket and turned to the side. He wasn't about to get his Alphas sick either. “Uhhhhh HIHSHOO! Uh… sniff! Excuse me,” he mumbled.

“Bless you,” Airabella said. “Don't worry, Richard. We know all about Nathaniel's request and your scene tonight with him.”

He dabbed at his nose with the tissue. “You do? Sniff! You were watching?”

She nodded. “We know all about you catching Nose's cold. We know about all your scenes with Nathaniel over the past eight months. And we know you're in love with him.”

Richard recoiled, coughed, and tried to hide the looks of terror and confusion on his face. “With all due respect—”

“The more you protest, the more obvious it is to us,” Bertrum said. “Frankly, it's been obvious for a long while.”

Shaking his head, Richard tried again to explain. “No... I think you misunderstand. I put my heart into my relationships with all my subs, even the... first timers. It's impor... important to me to... to... excuse me-huh! My cold… I have to…” He fumbled for another tissue from his pocket. “huhhh-UHShhhoo! HUHSHOO!” He rubbed at his nose but winced a little because it was so sore. He cleared his throat and tried again to explain. “It's important to me to put emotion and feeling into a scene with any of my subs. That doesn't mean I... love... Sniff! I mean, I enjoy working with Nathaniel. He's a born submissive. He makes it so easy to be a Dominant. But that doesn't mean I'm in love.”

Airabella  narrowed her eyes. “No? What it is then?”

“It’s… it’s just lust. And kink. With caring… and respect… and trust… and…”

“Richard,” Bertrum said, “Stop fighting us on this and start owning the fact that you're capable of loving someone more deeply. That's just as beautiful a thing as being a professional Dom.”

“It...” He seemed to deflate right before their eyes. He looked defeated, lost. And that wasn't what the Alphas had meant to do at all. Airabella got up and put her arms around him. He tried to pull back. “I'm sick...”

“I know. But sometimes even a Dom needs a hug.” She gave him a tight, reassuring squeeze before pulling away and sitting on the edge of the desk in the front. She leaned back on her straight arms and gave a deep sigh. “Oh, Richard. What are we going to do with you, hmm? Falling in love with your submissive is a problem for us. But the fact that he's in love with you, presents you with a choice.”

“He's...” Richard swallowed. “Is he really?”

“Sweetie, he would do anything for you. Everyone can see it.”

“Because he's a sub.”

“Because he's your sub. Because he loves you.” Airabella cocked her head again. She had a way of looking at anyone that made them believe whatever she said. “Which means you're going to have to choose between the pack and Nathaniel, between a job working here as a Dom and a life outside with a devoted lover.”

Bertrum added, “Luckily, you have some time to think while you recover from your head cold.”

Richard nodded. “Can I... talk to Nathaniel about this?”

Airabella gave a laugh. “Of course! Talk to whoever you like—Doms, subs, anyone you trust. If you need to talk with any of the Alphas about this, we're here for you. You're not the first Dom to fall in love with a client. Above all, I encourage you to talk to him. You need to make sure he isn't married with three children.” Richard gave a start. “Like I said, you're not the first, and you won't be the last.”

With a paw to his muzzle, Richard quickly turned to the side again. “Excuse... huh! Huh! HUH-KTChooo! UhhhTCHOO! Uhhh... excuse be agaid.” He dug another tissue out of his pocket and blew his nose.

“Go get some rest,” Bertrum told him. “Have some medicine. Ask Howl to make you some tea. And go take care of your cold.”

Richard snuffled and wiped his nose. “Thank you, Mr. B. And thank you, Mrs. A.” He shuffled out of the office, still rubbing his nose.

Bertrum stood and came around the desk. Airabella leaned into him, putting her head on his shoulder. He rubbed her back. “Poor dear. He's really got it bad, doesn't he?”

“He'll make the right decision in the end.”

Bertrum nodded. “I'd better have Felix start putting together a list of his regular clients. They'll need to be contacted. And we'll have to let Jessamyn know not to send any subs his way while he's out sick.” 


Nibbling on a jam-covered piece of toast and clutching a large travel mug of coffee, Winston headed into the control room for his shift. “Anything happen this morning?” he asked as he settled into one of the rolling chairs and surveyed the monitors. He liked starting out by taking in where everyone was. Today, the kitchen was full of Doms and subs eating breakfast. There were a few Doms playing video games in the rec room. There were a few subs in the living room gossiping over coffee. Winston scanned all the monitors and asked, “Is he up yet?”

Theodore shook his head. “No drama, and he hasn’t come out of his room. He’s probably sleeping in. I don’t think anyone but the Alphas know yet. Speaking of which…” He gestured vaguely behind him. “I give him three days, ‘cause he’s head over heels.”

Winston looked over at the whiteboard. Instead of notes left by one monitoring shift for the other, there was a three week calendar grid. Winston recognized it as this month and could already see that his fellow Alphas had started placing their names on the calendar along with the words ‘staying’ and ‘leaving.’ Winston found today’s date and, three days later, spotted Theodore’s name and ‘leaving.’ He could hardly believe there was a pool for this already. But he quickly walked over and added his name in a blank space five days out along with the word ‘staying.’

“You’re crazy, man. He loves Nathaniel.”

“Course he does,” Winston agreed taking his seat again. “But he loves his pack more. He loves being a Dom. Where’s he gonna go work after this, McDonald’s?” He made a derisive noise. Winston finished off the toast and washed it down with a gulp of black coffee. He leaned back in the chair and took in all the monitors on the main wall at once. The scene room monitors were over on the other wall, but it was early in the day and no one was using them yet. He noticed a few Doms head to the gym for morning workouts; it was always enjoyable to watch Doms pushing each other harder on the indoor track or on the machines. And no one could beat Andy in weight lifting.

“Oh, get this! He’s up. And he’s headed for Nose.”

Winston abandoned the gym monitor and rolled right over to where Theodore sat. “Turn the volume up!” He nudged Theodore’s arm until Theodore had the volume up.

Nose was curled in a beige armchair, drinking what was probably his usual ginger-lemon tea with honey and reading a book on his kindle. Morning sun streamed in through the living room window on his right and Richard was headed straight for the empty armchair across from him.

“Hey, Nose.”

Nose’s head snapped up and he blinked. “G’morning, Master Richard. Ah… looks like you caught my cold?”

Richard nodded. “Yeah, it’s a doozy. Been sneezing my head off.”

A smile played at the corners of Nose’s mouth. “That’s, ah, a good thing for you, right?”

Looking only slightly embarrassed and mostly pleased, Richard nodded again. “Right. Nathaniel came in last night and… it was good. No, God, it was magnificent. It was everything I could have hoped for. But then…” He hesitated and rubbed a paw absentmindedly at his muzzle. “Then the Alphas called me to their office.”

Frozen with fear, Nose stared at him.

“You’re not in trouble,” Richard quickly explained. “Neither am I, actually. But…” He trailed off, and for a moment Winston thought he just needed to sneeze. He took a tissue out of the box and pressed it to his face. But then Winston leaned forward and could see wetness in the wolf’s amber eyes.

Nose set his kindle down on the arm of his chair and leaned forward. “Hey… what’s wrong?”

Richard looked back at him, sniffling and wiping away tears before they could fall. “Nose… what does it feel like to be in love?”

Nose hung his head for a few seconds, and when he lifted it again, Winston could see the smile on it. “You figured it out finally, did you?”

“Mrs. A and Mr. B told me.”


“You knew?” He swiped at his nose. His muzzle was twitching. There was obviously a tickly sneeze on its way.

Nose nodded. “Wasn’t my place to say anything. But the way you are when you’re together…” He didn’t finish because Richard’s breath was hitching, but he probably didn’t need to.

Tissue already in hand, Richard cupped his paws to his snout. “uhhhhh huhhh-UHShhheoooo! Huhhh-UHSHOOO!” He didn’t open his eyes after the sneeze, looking both pleased and miserable for having sneezed.

“Bless you.”

“Thanks. Sniff! SNIFF!” He gave his nose a little bitty blow, just a small snuffle, really. Then he leaned sideways, pressing his face into the plush of the armchair where the winged back stuck out on the side.

“Master Richard, I’ve always been honest with my Doms. Lewis wouldn’t tolerate anything less, even if he didn’t want to hear what I had to say. May I be honest with you now?”

He opened his eyes and gave a little nod of his head against the chair wing.

“What you and your sub have is special. I could see it right away. It’s amazing when two dynamics just click the right way, but the affection you have for each other is a whole other level of beautiful. If you are being given a chance to have it forever, I think you owe it to yourself and to your sub to pursue it. Love at the core of a scene is hotter and stronger than any kink. Love shared in a relationship is the most wonderful feeling. It’s been two years since I lost Lewis, and I still love him as much today as I did when he was holding me in his arms or having me kneel beside him with my cheek on his thigh. I love it here at the club, but I’d never trade any lifestyle for what we had together. It can’t even compare.”

He blinked and sniffed. “But… I love being a Dom. I’m not sure I want to give that up.”

Nose laughed loudly. It was such a startling sound Winston rolled back an inch in his chair and Richard sat straight up, eyes wide. “Silly wolf,” Nose laughed. “You’re always going to be a Dom. That’s part of your nature. You couldn’t stop being a Dom if you tried. What changes is that instead of being a Dom to every random man who walks in here, you get to be a Dom to the one man who you’ll know inside and out, to the one man you love and are devoted to, to the one man who wants nothing more than to please you and only you as his master forever. Instead of playing out a scene and acting as a Dom for a couple hours, you get to be a Dom every second of every day.”

Overwhelmed, Richard looked like he didn’t know what to say to this. He shivered, even though he was wearing a sweater over his button-down shirt. His breath caught and eyes closed. “huhh… huh uhhh huh huh huhh HUH HUHHSHOO!” He sneezed into another tissue. But he didn’t stop there. “HUH HUHH-CHISHHHH! HUH-SHUHH!”

“Master Richard?”


“Better blow your—”

“HUH-IHSHOOO! HAHSHOOO! HAH HUHHH HUHHHSHOOO!” His body shook with every strong sneeze.

Nose leaned forward and placed a paw on Richard’s knee, trying to get his attention. “Mas—”


“Damn it.” Nose reached further forward and stuck his paw into Richard’s pocket. He pulled out a whole wad of tissues and he knocked Richard’s hands away in order to press the tissues to Richard’s nose. “Blow, Sir!”

Richard coughed and snuffled and sneezed again. “Huh-UHSHHHOOO!”

“Blow your nose!” the sub repeated.

And, this time, though coughing, Richard managed it. His paws took over for Nose’s as he got his breathing better under control. He blew his nose until his shoulders sagged and he relaxed back into the armchair. “Thanks,” he said weakly. “Pushy sub, giving me orders?”

Nose gave another laugh. He looked around to make sure he couldn’t be overheard by any of the subs or Doms in the room before whispering, “You know, Nathaniel would have loved doing that for you.”

Richard sniffled and stared at Nose for a few moments. Then his head tipped forward again, into the tissues. “huhhh-URSHUHHHH!” He winced as he gave his nose another strong blow.

Concerned, Nose patted his knee again. “Hey, have you gone to the doctors yet? I mean, I know you like sneezing, but they’ve got medicine to take the edge off. Your voice sounds really rough, and you look a little feverish.”

Richard shook his head.

And Nose tensed. “You owe me a favor.”

Richard lowered the tissues. “What?”

“I did you a favor, so you owe me. And now I’m going to collect. I want you to promise me to see a doctor.”


“I mean it. We all have choices to make in life, and this is mine. I want you to go to the clinic and take whatever they give you. Promise me.”


“Promise me, or I’m calling an Alpha to come here right now.” He lifted his head, looking around, and then stared straight at the camera.

Winston felt like Nose was staring right at him; he chuckled. “Clever pup.”

“All right,” Richard relented. “All right, I’ll go to the clinic.” He gave a massive yawn into the side of the chair and snuffled again. “But maybe a nap first. I’m beat.”

“Fine,” Nose agreed. “But you’d better not forget to go. If word gets around that you broke your promise to a sub, you’ll have bigger issues to deal with here in the pack.”

Richard smiled. “I do believe you’re blackmailing me.”

“Whatever it takes. Just think of how guilty I’d feel if your fever spikes and you pass out on the stairs or if this cold develops into a sinus infection or bronchitis. I would be devastated.”

“I’ll go,” Richard promised. “Sniff! Sniff! After I get some more tissues and some sleep.”

Another laugh. He had a kind laugh, Nose did. “Take care and feel better, Sir. Don’t make me sorry I gave you my cold.”

Richard got up and headed out of the room. Winston and Theodore both watched him on the monitors as he headed down the hall and then up the two flights to the Doms’ floor. He headed to his room and went inside, shutting the door behind, which was as much as their cameras could track.

“Think we should make a note about that?” Theodore asked? “Make sure he goes to see Morris or Rosie or Douglas today?”

“Nah,” Winston said. “If he gets bad enough, whoever’s on duty here will send a doctor to him anyway. But I don’t think he’ll break his promise.” Winston glanced back at the whiteboard, wondering if Theodore would notice if he changed his guess from ‘staying’ to ‘leaving.’


“There,” Douglas said, fitting the wrist support over Leon’s paw and lower arm. “Have you been doing the stretching exercises I showed you? Shaking your hand out regularly?”

Leon didn’t meet his gaze.

“Oh, you Doms always think you know best. Heaven forbid you listen to an Alpha with a medical degree who has your best interests at heart. And where did it get you?”

“Mr. D… I just forgot…”

“Ah. Well, how about remembering three times a day for the next two weeks.”

Lifting his hand, Leon winced. “How about some painkillers?”

“Nothing stronger than a regular dose of Advil. It’ll get better in time if you rest it and do the exercises. Keep the support on all day as long as it hurts, and all night if you sleep on your side.”

Leon snorted. “Oh, that’s gonna go over real well. When a sub needs a spanking, I’m just supposed to explain to him I need to rest my arm? Or I’ll have to bring in another Dom to discipline him for me?”

“You can do whatever you like,” said Douglas. “But I’d recommend wearing long sleeves and practicing swinging a paddle with your left.” Too much spanking was what had gotten him into trouble in the first place.

With a sigh, Leon hopped down from the table. He winced and held his right arm to his chest.

“If the pain and inflammation get any worse at all, come back right away and we’ll reevaluate. We can try physical therapy or injections, but surgery is our last resort.”
“Surgery?” Leon said with a bit of a whimper.

Douglas clapped him on the back a few times. “Like I said: last resort. Don’t worry. If you do what I say, there’s no reason it won’t get better with time.”

“Thanks, Mr. D.” Leon headed for the door, passing Richard in the doorway. Leon gave him a look, like he had a million questions for him. He looked him up and down, though, and seemed to decide his questions could wait. “You all right?” he asked softly.

Richard nodded, panting a little, straightening up so he didn’t look so miserable. “Will be. Snrt! Bad cold. You?” He glanced at the wrist support.

“Will be,” Leon echoed then headed out of the clinic.

“C’mon over here,” Douglas waved Richard over and patted the exam table. Rosie wasn’t working tonight and Morris was off in a scene room taking care of a couple who hadn’t been playing as safely as they were supposed to. Tail had reported it right away, just as he should, but it meant Douglas was covering the clinic alone for a while. “That cold finally get to you?”

Richard nodded, mouth open, panting.

Douglas felt his nose then the back of his ears, frowning. “You’re really warm.” He reached for a thermometer “Can you breathe through your nose at all?”

“Dot really. I… huh!” His eyes snapped shut and nostrils flared.

“Oh no. You’re not sneezing all over my clinic. Here.” He shoved a box of tissues at Richard.

Blindly, Richard pulled a few out and held them up to his muzzle. “huhhh-uhhptxxxsh!” he coughed and snuffled congestedly and didn’t open his eyes.

Douglas traded the oral thermometer for the ear sort. It went uncomfortably deep and wasn’t always as accurate, but at least Richard would be able to keep breathing. It was pretty fast as well. A few beeps later, the numbers 104 popped up on the reader. It wasn’t extreme yet, but anything over 102 was troublesome. Gently, Douglas removed it and set it down to be disinfected later. “Are you keeping food down all right?” Douglas asked, and Richard nodded. “Well, that’s something to be grateful for at least.” He got a cold bottle of water out of the fridge, cracked the cap off it, and handed it over. “Drink slowly. Just sip and keep sipping. Unless you need to sneeze, and then cover your nose and mouth, then go back to sipping.” Richard nodded again. Douglas checked a few cabinets and found a stack of washcloths. He wet one in the sink then pressed it to the back of Richard’s neck, holding it there. “Okay… we’ll just give this a little time. I might have to keep you here overnight. But you’ll be all right. I promise.” He flipped the washcloth over, so it was cool against Richard’s neck again.

Richard smiled weakly. “Heh. A Dob dever breaks his… his brobises. Hept!” He grabbed for another tissue. “huhhh-uh-shxxxt! Huh-shgxxxtt!” He winced at each painful sneeze. Then he panted, trying to catch his breath. Feeling anxious and twitchy, not knowing what else to do, he took another sip of the water.

“Good boy. Keep drinking that. You sound terribly stuffed-up. I’m going to see what I can do for your sinuses.” Douglas rubbed his paws together to warm them, and then he laid a gloved paw on Richard’s muzzle and started massaging. Richard exhaled sharply and coughed, trying to pull his head away. “Did you feel pain?”

Richard shook his head and tried to sniff, but his nose was too blocked. “Snrtt!”

 “I know it feels strange and intense at first, but trust me on this.” He kept rubbing, putting pressure on certain parts as he did so. Richard’s eyelids drooped. His nostrils flared again. His muzzle twitched. But Douglas kept massaging in small circles. He flipped the cool cloth over again with his other paw.

After a few minutes of massaging, Richard looked like he might fall asleep. Douglas quickly capped the bottle just in case. He took it out of Richard’s paw and replaced it with a handful of tissues. Richard’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, not wanting to stay like that. “Let me try just one more thing.” He pressed his warm palm against the tip of Richard’s nose. He rubbed in a clockwise motion five, ten, fifteen, twenty times. Then he switched to counter-clockwise five, ten, fifteen, twenty more times.

When he pulled his paw away, he could see Richard’s nose starting to run. He guided Richard’s paw with the tissues up to his nose just in time to catch a wet, productive sneeze. “uhh-HUHKSchhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh… sniff!” Quickly, he blew his nose and sighed deeply afterward.

Douglas smirked. “See? Didn’t I tell you? Can you breathe a little better now?”

Richard nodded. “Better.”

“Good.” He handed the bottle back. He got the washcloth wet again with cold water and pressed it to the nape of Richard’s neck again. Richard shivered initially then breathed out deeply. “That’s it. Slow and steady. Just relax.” He had just about relaxed properly when the door to the clinic opened again.

Richard sat up straight, hiding the tissues behind his leg, pulling the cloth away from the back of his neck.

We both looked over to see one of the newer subs with a hand pressed to the side of his head. “A rhino overreacted, bolted, knocked me hard into a wall. Head hurts. Alphas wanted to make sure I don’t have a concussion or somethin’.”

For privacy, Douglas drew a curtain around the table where Richard sat. He put the cold washcloth back in place. “I’ll be back in a couple minutes. Keep drinking.”

He disposed of his gloves, washed his hands, and put on fresh gloves. Then he guided the sub to an exam table on the other side of the room.


Airabella knocked on Richard’s bedroom door. She heard coughing and footsteps. The door unlocked and opened a crack as if by magic. One amber eye inspected her. Then the door swung wide to let her in. She slipped inside and closed it behind her as Richard was already retreating into the nest of blankets and pillows on his bed. He turned in a circle, settled down, and pulled some of the blankets over his lap and shoulders to keep warm.

As the bedrooms weren’t meant for visitors, there was nowhere else for her to sit. So she settled on the end of the bed. “How are you doing?”

Several blankets rose along with his shoulders as he shrugged. “Dod’t dow…”

“Ah. Maybe I was too general with my question. First, how’s your cold?”

“A lot better. Fever’s gode. Throat’s dot so sore. It’s bostly just the sdeezig.”

She smiled slyly. “And that part you like, right?”

He hid his face behind a blanket as he nodded. “Yes, Brs. A. Sniff!”

“Good. Second question, then. How’s your decision about leaving or staying coming along?”

He shook his head and poked it out from the blankets again. “I…” But as soon as he began, he had to stop. “Excuse be. I have to huh have to Huh-uhh!” He buried his nose in tissues. “huhhh-uhhTIHShhuhh! Uhhh-HIHShhhhhhh!” He snuffled into the tissues but didn’t indicate that he wanted to be left alone to do whatever the heck he did when he was sneezy and alone.

So Airabella stayed put. “Bless you. You were saying?”

“Oh sniff! Right. I talked with Dathadiel. Sniff! Sniff! With by sub. A lot.”

“And is he married with three children? Or more? He is a rabbit, isn’t he?”

Richard laughed. “Doe childred. He’s dot barried. Dot seeig adyode. Id fact, he’d give dub od a relatiodshib altogether before he started cobig to the club.”

“And then he fell in love with his Dom.”

This time, Richard nodded. “That’s what he said. He said he had’t wadted to but…”

“But it just happened? He couldn’t help loving you?”

Richard nodded again.

“And what did he say when you told him how you feel about him?”

Richard was silent. Well, not entirely silent. He sniffed a little.

And Airabella felt a bit of worry flutter in her chest. “You… did tell him, right?”

Richard sniffed. “I did. I told hib everything. He said it’s by decisiod, but he wadts be. Said I cad bove right idto his blace. Said we cad go tissue box shobbig together—which… yes, that souds stradge but…”

“But, to you two, it’s romantic. I get it. So you’re feeling overwhelmed?”

Richard nodded. “Yes. That’s it. Add other thigs…”

“Richard, you’ve been part of my pack for…” She did the quick math. “Eight years. You went from home to college to here. You’ve never lived with a mate. You’ve never had another job. All your needs have been taken care of for you by the pack here—room, food, healthcare, entertainment, workload, even your daily schedule. Of course you’re feeling worried about leaving, maybe even terrified or useless.” And he was a Dom, so he’d never admit any of that to anyone except, perhaps, his Alphas. In fact, he couldn’t even bring himself to look at her when he nodded yes. “Plus, you’re not feeling too good, so everything you feel is suddenly more extreme and out of control, and you don’t have your work to distract you from all of this.” She reached out, searching through the blankets, and found his paw. Airabella gripped it in her own. “I’m not going to lie. It’s not easy out there in the world. But if you find someone you can face challenges and hardships with, not just experience fun with, then the struggle doesn’t feel so hard.”

He squeezed back and looked into her eyes again. “How do I know if he’s subode like that?”

“I’m not sure you can know unless you give it a try and give him a chance. Sometimes you don’t know if there’s someone there to catch you until you jump. Here with the pack, we’ll catch you every single time. Out there… sometimes you have to have faith in someone else. Sometimes you even have to catch yourself. But playing it safe forever isn’t necessarily rewarding. Sometimes the best things are worth the fight. Sometimes the best things are worth the risk.”

Richard just sat there, looking so lonely and conflicted and even more worried. Airabella couldn’t stand it. She scooted over and wrapped her arm around him, blankets at all. She pulled him against her and rubbed his arm through the blankets. She gave him a tiny nip on the neck and felt him snuggle into her instinctively, calming, feeling cared for.

“I’ll support you, whatever you decide.”

He whimpered and nuzzled closer. Then his whole body tensed and he scrambled for tissues. “uhhh-HIHTchhhhh! HIHShoooo! Sniff! Excuse be.”

She rubbed his arm through the blankets as he relaxed back against her. After grabbing one of his pillows and putting it in her lap, she nudged him to lie down. Then she pet his head with firm, slow strokes. “Take all the time you need to decide.” This decision could mean losing Richard forever. And as much as she hated to lose a member of her pack, she knew it was his choice and she would have to let him make it.

They stayed that way for a long while. And just when she was wondering if he was falling asleep, he spoke up again. “What about by other subs if I leave? Will I be allowed to exblaid or say goodbye?”

And that was when she knew what his choice would ultimately be. “The Alphas will contact them to let them know the situation. If they want a new Dom, we’ll make sure they have one here. If they want to say goodbye to you, we’ll arrange for them to do so. Some will be happy for you. Others might feel let down or even jealous. But this isn’t the first time we’ve been through this. We know how to handle many different reactions.” He was a good Dom to be concerned about them. Airabella knew her pack would certainly be weakened when he left.


Normally, Norman liked a good party. There were always plenty of excuses for the pack to have one—the arrival of a new member, a holiday, a birthday. But there was too much of a bittersweet feeling to farewell parties to really enjoy them. In all his time in the pack, he’d only attended a handful of them, but he would have been happy to never attend another. Losing a member of the pack was like losing a limb. They would learn to cope. Eventually, they wouldn’t even feel the loss. But they would always remember it.

The best way to cope at a farewell party, Norman decided, was to get drunk. Normally, alcohol wasn’t permitted in the club. No one participating in a scene was allowed to have had a drink the same day. But during parties, the drinks were plentiful.

He spotted Richard across the room, laughing with a bunch of Doms. They were talking and shoving, even play wrestling each other a little. Looked like they were having fun. Norman got himself another drink, intending to try to have fun as well.

Richard’s cold was still hanging on; sometimes these things were tough to shake. But he looked a hell of a lot better than he had a couple days ago when he’d gone to the clinic. Airabella had been clear in her command to the other Alphas; none of them were to say a word about Richard’s cold or his little thing for sneezing. Some of the pack subs knew, and it was possible Richard had confided in some of his fellow Doms. But it wouldn’t be a good idea to embarrass him at his own farewell party by airing his sexual kinks. Norman found it hard not to smile knowingly every time Richard sneezed, however.

Before Norman knew it, he was three sheets to the wind. And he was feeling great.

He glided over to Richard like he was floating when he walked. Sure, he bumped into a half dozen wolves along the way, but it was definitely because they were the ones being clumsy, not him. He fell against Richard’s side, and Richard put an arm around his middle to steady him. “Whoops! Must’ve tripped!”

“Right,” Andy, one of the Doms, said, rolling his eyes.

“Just… wanted to say… I mean…” It wasn’t coming out exactly the way Norman had wanted to say it, for some reason. He suppressed a burp and laughed through an apology.

Another of the Doms, Derek, moved closer. “Hey, Mr. N, maybe you should have something to eat…”

Norman shook his head. “Don’t want food… I wanted to tell Richard… wanted to say goodbye…”

“Bye, Mr. N. I’ll, ah, miss you.” Richard tilted his head and nuzzled against Norman affectionately.

“Whoa!” Norman pulled away. “Not too close. Don’t want to catch your cold!” With a gasp, he slapped his paw over his mouth. “I didn’t mean to mention—”

“Okay!” Richard interrupted. “Let’s go find you some food.” He steered Norman away from the Doms, and Norman felt his stomach spin. He definitely didn’t want food. Maybe another drink would settle it.

“Don’t want food.”

“Okay then,” said Richard. “I’ll find you another Alpha to look after you. Or maybe a sub. Paws? You wanna talk to Paws? Paws is right over there.”

Norman wasn’t sure. He wanted to talk to Richard. But he was already talking with Richard. This was getting confusing. Not that he was confused. He was fine. The problem was everyone around him. Maybe they were the ones who needed drinks. They weren’t making sense. “Hey… d’you want a drink? I want a drink.”

“No thanks. I’m not drinking tonight. I…” Richard stopped and quickly covered his nose.

“Ohh, are you going to sneeze right now?”

Richard looked imploringly at him for a second before his eyes were forced closed. “uhhhh-HUHshooo! Huh! Uhhh!” He froze for a moment, looking like he was going to sneeze. His muzzle was raised, his eyes closed, his mouth turned down and open. But then he seemed to shake the feeling. He sniffed and wiped his paw on his jeans.

Norman laughed. “I really thought you were going to sneeze again. Did you think so?”

Richard steered him toward Paws. “I think you want to talk with Paws for a little while.”

Norman felt himself being handed off, but he didn’t mind much. Paws was nice. Paws always understood him. “Richard’s worried I’m going to tell about the sneezing,” he whispered to Paws, making sure his whisper was loud enough to be heard properly over the noise of the party. “But I won’t! I promise I won’t tell anyone that he and his sub—”

Paws shoved a drink in his hand. “Hey, Mr. N. Good to see you. Have you tried the samosas yet? They’re delicious.” He rubbed his paw up and down Norman’s back while exchanging a look with Richard that Norman sort of saw but didn’t quite understand. The samosa, however, was exactly as delicious as promised. In fact, he had two, just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.

“Did I talk with Richard?” Norman asked an hour later, as two Alphas frog marched him to his bedroom all the way up on the third floor. “I wanted to say goodbye.”

“You told him,” Morris confirmed.

“I’m sure he’ll miss you,” Gregor assured him.


“The thing is, he's a heart breaker and doesn't even realize it.” Keith said, nodding toward the monitor showing the recreation room where Richard was saying his goodbyes. There were hugs and tears, there were well wishes and vows to keep in touch. Some of the pack submissives looked utterly devastated.

Leona watched as Richard gave a general wave of farewell to the room then headed down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. “He's going to say goodbye to Howl now!” Oscar and Vincent sat at the table, finishing up a late breakfast, though. Quickly, she whipped out her phone and sent them emergency texts to get out of there immediately. “C'mon, guys...”

“Outa time,” Keith announced. He rolled his chair over to where she sat in front of the kitchen monitor. She turned the volume up all the way.

Richard hesitated in the doorway, and Oscar was the first to spot him. He looked from Richard to Howl and seemed to understand instantly. He grabbed Vincent's arm just as Vincent went for his phone. Vincent shook off the touch and checked his message. Oscar grabbed him again, pulling him up. That was when Vincent figured it out as well. He grabbed a cookie from the bowl in the center of the table and wiggled his phone. “Emergency. Gotta go.” On their way out, Oscar and Vincent said quick goodbyes to Richard. Not a minute later, they were both in the control room behind Keith and Leona, out of breath from the run. Vincent broke the cookie into pieces and handed them round as the four Alphas watched and listened.

“Do you have a couple minutes to talk?” Richard asked.

Howl, who was putting together some sort of casseroles for dinner, slowed to a stop. He stared down at the counter for a few seconds. Then, without turning to look at Richard, he nodded. “Sure.”

“May I close the door? I don't want anyone walking in. I've been saying goodbyes all morning and this one's just for you.”

Howl's shoulders rose and fell, maybe in a sigh or maybe in a sob; none of the Alphas could tell for sure. “Okay.”

Richard closed the kitchen door, which was hardly ever closed. Upon finding it closed, not one pack member would dare open it from the other side. Richard walked around the long wooden table to the side where Howl was. Instead of sitting down on one of the benches, though, he sat down on the tabletop itself, feet on the bench. He patted the spot next to him. “Would you sit beside me?”

Slowly, Howl put down the spatula and can in his hand. His shoulders rose and fell again. Then he rubbed his face with his paw and turned. They could see he'd been crying.

Oliver spoke softly, as though Richard or Howl might somehow be able to hear him. “His eyes were red like that when we got there. We didn't see him fall apart, but seems like he might have been crying all last night after the party.”

Howl climbed onto the bench and sat down next to Richard, keeping a few inches of space between them. “So... you're really leaving then?” Howl's voice was miraculously calm. He ran a palm over the smooth polished wood tabletop, watching his paw slide back and forth.

“Yeah, I am. I’ve gotta give this a chance. Nathaniel... well...” He smiled just thinking about his sub. He looked down at his own paws, the goofy smile showing in his voice. “He makes me feel like the Dom I've always wanted to be.”

At this, Howl let out a sorrowful howl that none of the Alphas could miss it. Three of them leaned closer to the monitor. The fourth glanced at the door, thinking about going to him. Two held hands.

Richard raised an arm but let it hover in the air. “Howl, would it be okay if I put my arm around you? Just... just a hug.”

Crying now, Howl couldn't answer. But he nodded hesitantly. The moment Richard's arm was draped around his shoulder, he leaned into Richard's side. They sat like that, side-by-side, until Howl had his hitching breaths and his tears under control a bit again. “S-sorry,” Howl whispered.

“It's okay. Tears remind you that you still feel. Sniff! I'm going to miss you too.” He smiled again, though not in that goofy way he had when he talked about Nathaniel. “I'll miss being able to wake up after an especially tough night as a Dom to find a great big breakfast waiting for me. I'll miss your mom's amazing tortilla soup you made me every year for my birthday. I'll miss having you to confide in, knowing without my asking that you'd never tell my secrets to another living soul.”

Howl gave a sad laugh. “I told Nose how much you like sneezing when he told me about your request to catch his cold.”

Richard laughed too. “I should have guessed.”

“How is your cold, anyway?”

“A lot better, thanks. Just a couple sneezes now and then.”


“Hey, is that a note of disappointment in your voice?” Richard joked.

Howl shook his head. “Course not. Only... there was something I wanted to ask you about that.”

“Well, here's your chance. Fire away.”

“You'll think I'm silly, and I don't want you to remember me like that.”

Richard rubbed his hand up and down Howl's upper arm. “Pup, I've already told you how I'm going to remember you. You've been a great friend to me here. I promise that nothing you tell me now will change that.”

He took a deep breath. “Okay... I was... hoping you'd sneeze on me.”

Richard burst out with a laugh and clapped a paw over his mouth. “Sorry, but... really?”

“I'm so curious. I just want to find out what it's like, understand what you like about it. And... it would mean a lot if you did it to me.”

“Howl, there's a lot more to it than just getting sneezed on. It's about control and desperation or obedience play or—”

“I know. I just want to... feel it. Just once? Please?”

Richard sighed, nodding. “If that's really what you want, I'll do it. But it might take a few minutes to get a sneeze out of my poor nose. It's been through a lot this week. Can you hand me a napkin?”

Richard dropped his arm to allow Howl to lean over, stretching out across the table to reach the napkin holder in the center. He pulled a napkin out and handed it over. Then he scooted back a little so he could turn and watch what Richard was doing. The Alphas watched, too.

Richard rolled a corner of the napkin between his fingers, forming a sharp point. Then he inserted it carefully into one nostril. At once, his body reacted violently, making exhale sharply and cough, but he kept it there, and the feeling seemed to pass after a second or two. He bunched some of the rest of the napkin into his palm and pressed it under his nose. “Sorry... this makes my nose... run like mad...” He wiggled the sharp napkin point around. “hehhhhhhhh!” And wiggled it some more. “huhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” His eyes watered and he coughed again. He pulled the napkin out and wiped it against his dripping nose. Then he held his paw out to Howl. “Cad I hab adother?”

“If you can't, it's all right, Sir. I—”

“I cad do it,” Richard assured him. “Just ode bore. I cad already feel the sdeh-sdeeze tick-ticklig. Just gotta... h-helb it alog...”

Howl grabbed another napkin and handed it over.

Richard wiped his tears away with the back of his paw then rolled up a corner of the new napkin, making it long and pointed like the last one. When he inserted this one into a nostril, he almost pulled back from it and coughed again. But then a look came over him. “Huh-here it cuhh here it cobes!” His mouth dropped open, tongue hanging out one side. His eyes closed. And his muzzle angled upward as he swayed back. “Huhhhhh!” And then snapped forward. “hah-SHIHhhhhhhhh!”

Having leaned in exactly at the right time, Howl caught most of the spray on his face, little droplets speckling his gray and brown fur. His eyes were shut tight and his expression was frozen into a grimace. 

“Uhhhh...” Richard blew and then wiped his streaming nose a couple times before opening his eyes, sniffling. “So... sniff! What do you think?”

Howl grabbed a third napkin quickly wiped his face off. Then he darted over to the sink where he splashed water on his face, scrubbed with both his paws and some hand soap for more than half a minute, and rinsed his face off again. When he came up for air, drying his face with a towel, he was smiling. “Your submissive actually likes that?”

Richard grinned that sloppy, love-struck grin again. “Yeah... he absolutely loves it.”

Nodding, Howl took a deep breath. “Then I think the two of you are lucky to have found each other.” He walked back over to the table and took Richard's paws in his. He tugged and Richard stepped down to stand in front of him. Then Howl wrapped his arms around the Dom in a fierce hug. He buried his face in the other wolf's fur to say a muffled, “I'll miss you so much, but I'm so happy for you. And if your sub ever wants my mom's tortilla soup recipe to make you a birthday treat, just have him contact me.”

Richard hugged back warmly, tightly. He was still sniffling, but only a little. It wasn't enough to prevent him from hugging the sub, of course. “Thanks, Howl.” He pulled back a little, so they could meet each other's eyes. “Promise me one thing?” Howl nodded. “You are so amazing at taking care of everyone here. Don't forget to take care of yourself too, all right? Tonight I want you to make that angel food cake you love so much and keep the biggest slice for yourself. Okay? In fact, have two slices—one in my honor.”

“Okay,” he whispered back. Then he let out a deep breath and showed the Dom a smile. “G'bye, Sir.”

“Bye, Howl.” 


Richard stood outside the club with one bag on either side of him, packed full of everything he owned in the world. Airabella stood not far behind him, waiting just to make sure Richard would be all right. He was still a member of her pack, at least, for the next few minutes.

Richard paced up and down the sidewalk then, not wanting to look anxious, he picked his ground and planted himself there. But he pulled out his phone and checked the time. Then he checked it again.

“When was he supposed to pick you up?” Airabella asked.


She got out her own phone and checked. It was already a quarter past. Not a good sign at all. But she tried to stay positive. “He’s probably just running late.”

Richard rubbed a paw at the back of his neck. “Yeah… that’s probably it.” He looked back down at his phone.

“He didn’t call or text?”

“Not since last night. He was clear about the time, though, Mrs. A.”

“I believe you.”

And before they could speculate any further, a bright red Camero came racing around the corner. Its top was down, making it easy for them to recognize the driver. The car screeched to a halt in front of the club and the back trunk popped open. “Sorry!” Nathaniel exclaimed, rushing out of the car, white puffball of a tail swishing and ears flowing behind him as he ran. He picked up Richard’s bags and placed them in the trunk for him.

Airabella drew Richard close and licked the top of his head like she had on his very first day at the club. “Goodbye, dear Richard. It has been a real pleasure having you in my pack.” Then she stepped back, giving him room to stand straight and be his own wolf instead of submit to her. With a reassuring smile, she let him go.

Having closed up the trunk, Nathaniel circled around the car to Richard and took the wolf’s paws, squeezing them. “So sorry. I was running late. I woke up with an awful cold in my head.”

Richard smiled—a little sly and a little timid. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. Had a hard time getting out of bed. Been coughing and sneezing all m-morning ih ih ih-CHEEWW!”

“Oh!” Richard’s breath caught. Then he moved in for a kiss and a nuzzle and another kiss. “Well then, let’s get you back to your home and into bed, my sniffly little sub.”

“To our home, Sir,” Nathaniel corrected.

Richard nodded and tapped Nathaniel’s nose. Immediately, the rabbit’s face screwed up and his eyes closed. “ihhh ihh Ih-CHEEOW! Oh… sniff!”

“Bless you! Goodness, your nose is so sensitive today.”

Nathaniel hung his head and dropped his voice to a whisper, but Airabella had excellent hearing and could still make it out. “My nose is forever yours, Sir.” The rabbit climbed back into his car.

Richard headed for the passenger side and opened the door, but he paused there a moment, looking back at the club. He took in the sight, as though committing it to memory. He caught Airabella’s gaze and smiled back at her. Then he lifted his head and howled loud and proud, signaling his location.

Smiling, Airabella howled back. Not a moment later, the whole pack joined in from inside the building, letting him know right where they’d be if he ever needed to return.

Great story, great series, I am excited to see what you post next.

Thank you so much! Wonderful to hear you are enjoying it! The fourth story is a little different, but I hope it won't disappoint! I've got three scenes left to write for it.

As they used to say on the Blue Forum:


(Though, come to think of it, I don't think that expression has been in vogue for, like, years.  Hm.)

I like it as well, and am very happy to hear that you're happy to hear so, so I've said it again. ;)

I'm also fairly gender-blind with this stuff, and also find that colds are my favorite, so, you know... woo! etc.  And thank you, again, for sharing your work ~

Oh, I'm an old-timer in the SF community. That expression is perfect  ;D I'm glad you liked it so much! Thanks for reading and letting me know.

Cool to hear there's another cold fan as well--I adore a lot of the stories members have posted here, but there does seem to be a lack of that overall.

Oh wow, it's so big that you broke the previously thought-to-be-more-than-ever-needed character limit on the posts. I hope people end up enjoying this!!

I suspected that I might, and it didn't give me a character limit error when I posted, but it did cut off some. So I broke it in half. I'm used to doing that in LiveJournal fic memes, so it wasn't a huge surprise. It seemed unlikely that 25 pages would fit into a single post. But no worries!

I am definitely writing it for my own enjoyment, but if others like it as well, I'm happy to hear so!

Actually at this point, I'm curious if you've read my story "A Cure for Volpin" since it does have male content in it. Your motivations on content like this seem different in a positive way, so a fresh perspective would be nice. :3

I don't know. I read SO MUCH when I joined. I felt a little strange posting comments on things that were old, because I wasn't sure if that was something that was okay within the culture of the forum. But I'll certainly look that up some time when I'm in a reading mood. I mostly write male characters sneezing, but I'll read either (to me, it's about the sneezes and the situation a hell of a lot more than the gender of a character). And if I've got a good idea, I'll write anything.

I liked some of the nature of the previous comments, like how you do let the animal traits shine through and such. I think that's an important part of writing anthropomorphics. That the characters aren't just humans with ears and tails. It's hard to do with short stories but it sounds like you added some nice stuff to that effect. And so much inspiration! So little time since the first one; you're practically writing a novella here, haha.

Thanks! That's definitely an appeal to me--being able to make the characters have some animal traits/instincts. Creating my own anthro wolf pack has been soooo much fun in that regard!

And colds are my favorite, so I definitely got carried away with part 3. The story arc for these characters is done after part 4, though. I'll revisit the club again if a good idea pops up, but I'm feeling good about the series at this point in finishing this arc with Master Richard.


I slept well, for a change. Maybe it was because I'd been up and about so much and exhausted myself. I slept so well, in fact, that I ignored the first alarm I set for myself and kept on sleeping. I wasn't really all that hungry for dinner anyway. In reality, I was too nervous to eat. What if Master Richard didn't end up catching my cold and this whole day turned out to be nothing more than a pointless, worry-filled waste of time? Or what if he did and got sicker, developed complications or something like that?

When my second alarm went off, I smacked it with my paw and immediately reached for the tissue box, though I didn't make it in time. “ehhhhhhIHHPTShhoooo! EhhhhPTschhhhhhhhh!” I sneezed freely, resisting the urge to immediately nuzzle my drippy nose into my warm, dry pillow. Instead, I propped myself up on an elbow and pulled tissues from the box. A couple blows later, and my nose felt worse, not better. “ehhhTChooo! Ehhchuhhhh! Ehhhhh... ehhhh-YIHschuhhhhh!” My head and nose both throbbed, so very full of congestion that had settled while I had slept. There were only a couple options right now—I could keep sneezing and blowing and sneezing and blowing, or I could try to actually do something about it.

So I trudged down the hall to the bathroom. A shower was just the thing to calm my nerves regarding tonight and clear a little of the congestion in my head. I sniffled and snorted in the shower as the steam made my nose run, and I was without a tissue or handkerchief . I couldn't help but think about the way my Dom used to always have a towel ready for me when I stepped out of a shower. Grabbing my own towel and wrapping it around my waist wasn't exactly the same.

Back in my room, I stood in front of my closet for a while, trying to decide what to wear. Putting on my skin-tight, black leather uniform was the last thing I wanted to do after  wearing pajamas and an over-sized bathrobe all day, but I did want to make it clear to Master Richard's submissive that I was also a sub here with the pack. I didn't want him to feel threatened by me or, worse, feel like I was competition. Like I'd told Howl, I wasn't interested in Master Richard as a Dom. After giving it considerable thought, I put on something in the middle—dark washed jeans and a white tank top. I put on a hoodie as well, planning to take it off before heading in to see the sub but feeling too cold to walk through the halls without it. I shoved handfuls of tissues into the pockets of the hooded sweatshirt, so I would be prepared when I next sneezed.  Last, I picked up the silver chain and dog tags I normally kept on my nightstand. I put them around my neck and tucked the tags under the hoodie and the tank so only the chain could be seen. I could still feel them, though, the metal warming against my body. It almost felt as though Lewis were with me, lending me his strength and his sense. My Dom might not be in my life any more, but in this way he was always with me.

As I headed downstairs, more sneezes snuck back up on me. I tried to scrub them away with my paw, knowing that I'd draw too much attention to myself if I sneezed now. But the feeling was sharp and insistent, working it way through my muzzle and tickling my nose terribly. So I pressed a tissue hard to my nose and tried to keep them small, at least. “ehhhhh-ynnghh! ehhh-hngghh! eh ehhh ehh ehh ytttphhh!”

I froze, ears twitching, listening for any sound. All it would take was one sub from the floor above to investigate the stairway or one Dom from the floor above to explore, and for certain I would be asked what I was doing heading toward work when I had a bad head cold. But no one appeared. Realizing I'd been holding my breath, I let it out slowly and then continued on my way.

The club was a well-oiled machine. And even though it was relatively early in the evening, it was already fully operational. About half of the scene rooms were currently in use, with Doms checking in at Mrs. J's desk to find out their room assignments and subs scampering around the rooms to check on subs and inform the Doms of any special requests. Master Richard and his client had been assigned to room five, and I was relieved to find Howl was in charge of that room tonight. He and I exchanged knowing looks as I headed in, and I knew he'd be giving us the privacy we were going to need.

Master Richard was already there, waiting anxiously, but his sub wasn't here yet. He paced around like a wolf trapped in a cage, checking the equipment and supplies and then double-checking them. A nervous, insecure Dom was a strange sight to see indeed. I didn't know what I could do for him, so I just hung back and tried to keep out of his way and blew my nose a whole lot. I definitely didn't imagine the way Master Richard's ears twitched, turning slightly in my direction to listen every time I did so.

It wasn't long before the door opened and a tall, white rabbit hopped into the room. For as nervous as Master Richard was, his sub was bouncy with excitement. He was handsome, with an adorable pink nose and long ears that flopped over halfway. He noticed me at once but didn't hesitate to strip down to nothing and drop to his knees in the middle of the room.

“Good boy,” Master Richard said, stalking over, circling, then stopping in front of the rabbit. He touched two fingers to the bottom of the sub's face and guided his head up so he could look his sub in the eye. “Before we start tonight, there's someone I'd like you to meet.” He gestured for me to come over, so I did. I kept my distance, but there was still no disguising my appearance. The soft red of my nostrils. The tiredness in my eyes. He had to have suspected I was ill. “This is Nose. He's one of the pack subs. And he's got a bit of a head cold today.”

The sub's eyes light up automatically. He looked from me to his Dom and back again. “Really?”

As if to prove it, I lifted a finger to my nose and sniffled. The sub's ears twitched. As did his dick.

“Absolutely,” Master Richard said. “Now, he wants to have a few words with you before we get started with the scene today. It doesn't matter what you've told me in the past. This is your scene and your choice now. And you can always safeword and stop what's happening at any point. But I want you to be honest and open with him, all right? You won't disappoint me, no matter what you say or decide.”

His sub answered automatically. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Good. I'm going to let you two speak privately now. Nose? Come get me when you're finished, all right?”

I nodded and waited for him to leave. He turned around and strode from the room at once, not so much as giving a visual hint or a whispered command to his sub about how he should respond to me. I was reassured  by this. “Hi,” I said to the rabbit, keeping my distance. I stood with one arm flat against my side. My other arm was bent, the hand tightly gripping the other arm. “Whed Baster Richard foud out I had a cold, he asked be if I'd—”

“Sneeze on him?” The rabbit finished for me. “So that he can catch your cold and give it to me?”

I nodded. “Is that truly what you wadt?”

He sighed dreamily. “I want him to make me sneeze every way possible. I want to catch his cold. I want to feel it in my nose.”

“You... ehhh...” My breath caught, and I tried for a moment to fight it, lifting my paw up to my nose to apply some pressure. But that didn't seem to do anything. With the other hand I dug a tissue out of my pocket and held it to my muzzle. “ehhh-Htchhuffffffff!” I wiped and noticed how he was staring at every movement I made with something like envy and longing in his expression. “You realize you're goidg to be sick? Dot just sdeezig but headaches add coughs add a sore throat? That it wod't just be here id a scene for fud but sobethig that lasts a week or two?”

“I do,” he said. “And I can't wait. I've got plenty of sick days accumulated at work. Whatever misery I might feel when I'm sick will be worth it. I want him to give me his cold. I want to be helpless and sneezy and stuffed-up just for him. And I'll get to feel it for days.”

He couldn't be more clear in what he wanted, but I just wanted to be sure. “I deed you to give your full, exblicit codsedt.”

“I give it. I want Master Richard to be sick and sneezing on me so I'll catch his cold and sneeze for him.”

I believed him. He sounded genuine. And, besides, his dick was hard just from talking about it; you couldn't easily fake that, not even on a Dom's command.

“Will you do it for us?” he asked me. His deep blue eyes were pleading now. “Please?”

I had one final question for him, though. “What if I do this add Baster Richard doesd't cobe dowd sick? Or if he does add you dod't?”

The rabbit smiled. “Then at least we tried, and it'll mean a lot to me that you did what you could. Maybe one day he'll catch another cold, and we'll try again. I'm just thrilled to get an opportunity now.”

That was all I needed to hear. “Great. I'll go get Baster Richard, all right?”

He nodded and dropped his head back into a submissive stance, chin to chest, to wait for his Dom.

I stuck my head out into the hallway and found Master Richard leaning against the wall outside the room. He hadn't even been watching through the window in the door. He looked nervous, though, at the sight of me.

Not wanting to cause any more anxiety, I told him right away. “I'll do it. Sniff!”

A relieved smile spread across his face. “That's great, Nose. Thank you.” And, before I could stop him, he hugged me to him. “I appreciate this more than you can imagine.”

I was pretty sure I could imagine a lot at this point, but I didn't say so.

“Just give me a few minutes to play with him and if he's the good little sub for me, this will be his reward.”

After the hug, he walked around me, heading back inside. But I reached out and grabbed his arm, holding him in place for a moment. I dropped my voice down to the softest of whispers, which wasn't easy because it was raspy and stuffy. “Be careful.”

He was still smiling—grinning, really. “Don't need to be. The whole point is to catch this from you!”

But I shook my head. “I bead your sub. Be careful with his heart.”

Master Richard looked at me for a full minute, considering carefully what I'd said. Then he nodded.

He led the way back into the room and, once I was inside as well, closed the door behind us. He ignored his still kneeling submissive entirely at first, focusing on me but narrating every move so that his sub would hear. “C'mere, Nose. Let's find you somewhere to sit down, 'cause I know you're not feeling good. How about...” He rolled a stool over to a side wall, and I sat down on it, leaning against the wall a little but keeping my balance. “And here's a tissue box.” I couldn't help notice how he touched me now as he got me set up. Just little pats to my arm or my cheek. He was making it clear now there was no safe zone between us now. He was going to get close if he wanted to, and I was meant to let him. “If you gotta sneeze, just sneeze.” And when he smiled at me this time, I knew it was just for me, not his sub. “This is a safe space. No sneezes are embarrassing here. Just let 'em out however they come. No need to apologize.”

Then he left me and walked in circles around his sub. My Dom used to do that, too. I'd always imagined he did it to buy himself time to figure out exactly what to do with me. Whenever I deserved a punishment, I noticed that he would circle for an especially long time. He had always been sure of himself when delivering any sort of command or any punishment, though. I'd never had cause to see Lewis as weak or conflicted. My Dom had always known best.

And so, it seemed, did Master Richard. “Cologne, I think.”

His sub made a needy, excited sound. “But your cologne makes my nose tickle so much, Sir.”

“I know it does.” He put his hand on his sub's head and slid it down until he was cupping the rabbit's cheek. “It makes your nose tickle and itch and run. And I don't want you to touch your nose at all.” The rabbit shivered in anticipation. “No matter how bad your nose gets, I don't want you rubbing or wiping  or anything. You have to ask me. And maybe I'll do it for you, if I decide you deserve it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If you're good, I'll give you a treat. Your treat will be getting to watch as Nose gives me his sneezy head cold. But if you disobey me, I'll have to tie your paws behind your back, and maybe we'll just let Nose go back to his bed.”

With a whimper, his sub raised his head, looking up at him with hungry, eager eyes. “I'll be good, Sir.”

“Even when you're so sneezy and your nose is dripping and tickling and you know you could make it feel all better if only you ran your hand under your nose?”

He whimpered again. “Even then, Sir.”


Both of them looked over at me. The sneeze had been quick, but I could have covered it if I'd wanted to. Master Richard had told me I shouldn't, though. It had felt strange to sneeze so openly, but the way both men were grinning at me made me feel a little less self-conscious about it.

Master Richard chuckled. “Can you resist the urge to rub your nose, even with Nose over there sneezing and rubbing his own whenever he likes?” He raised his head, looking over at me. “You all right over there, Nose?”

I played my part well, scrubbing my paw at my nose dramatically and sniffling into the fur. “Snff I'b snff snfffff all right. Sniff! Just snrff feelig snffff a little sniff ticklish sniff sniff SNIFF add sdeezy.”

I saw the sub chew on his bottom lip, his large front teeth worrying it. “I... can control myself, Sir. You... you know I can.”

“Very good.” And he reached down with his other hand, passing his wrist under his sub's nose. I realized, probably at the same time as his sub did, that Master Richard had already applied the cologne. He'd known he'd wanted to play like this since before he'd walked into the scene tonight. I couldn't help but respect that level of planning. He really was an excellent Dom.

The sub's cute little pink nose was already twitching from the scent, which he must have been terribly allergic to it. I wondered how long it had taken them to discover that, whether the sub had told them or they'd taken to experimenting with different scents. I don't think it was for me, but I was beginning to see why they liked this sneezing element so much in their play.

“ihhh Ih Ihh I've got ihhh an ihhhhh-itchy n-n-n-nnng! IH IHH IHCHEW!”

 Master Richard didn't so much as flinch at being sneezed on, which made me feel a little better about what was in store for him when he was ready for me. And his sub didn't squirm or try to wipe his nose, even though it had to feel wet now, after such a wet sneeze. Poor rabbit. I wondered if Master Richard had thought to bring enough tissues, or if he was counting on borrowing some from the box I had in my lap.

“ihhh IHChhhh! IHCHEW! IHHSHEW!” He lifted a paw instinctively but put it back down again before it got to his face. I noticed. So, it seemed, did Master Richard.

“No touching,” he reminded his sub. “That's my job, isn't it?” He grabbed for something next to him and a moment later he had tissues bunched in his hand. Gently, he rubbed and wiped and even let his sub blow a couple times. But then the sub pulled back, eyes closing and body shaking with deep, desperate, involuntary gasps.

It took me a few moments to realize that he must have sprayed the cologne on the tissues. What a trick!  But his submissive didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was grinning even though his face was contorted into an about-to-sneeze sort of expression. “ihhh! IHH HIHCHEW! IHCHEW! IHHSHhhh Ihhhh IHCHEW!”

Just being around those sneezes made my cold-filled nose tickle a little in sympathy or need or just coincidence. I started to pull a tissue out of the box, but then I remembered what Master Richard had told me. So I decided it would be good practice to keep sneezing freely, and I merely closed my eyes. “ehhhh-EHShuhhhhhhh!” I sneezed, immediately, cupping my paw to my nose and wishing I'd gotten that tissue out after all. There was too much mess to pull my paw away, so I snuck the tissue in-between and blew immediately. My nose felt warm and sore when I blew hard, but I didn't have much of a choice. And it felt so much better when I'd gotten the worst cleared from it. There was nowhere to dispose of the tissue, so I stuffed it in the pocket of my jeans, making a bulge close to where another bulge might have been if I'd been as turned on as the two of them.

They were both hard, the rabbit's erection certainly evident and also glistening with a drop or two of pre-come, from what I could see. Master Richard was hard as well, and the bulge in his tight leather pants looked like it just wanted to escape and plant itself in his sub's gentle, white fur. Perhaps it wasn't just his sub who was feeling attraction.

“IHH... IHCHHHHHHH!” The sub sneezed again, wetly, his nose practically streaming. I could almost feel his need to wipe his nose dry. He slid his paws under his legs, trapping them there to prevent himself from letting his master down. It was a little like cheating, perhaps, but Master Richard hadn't said he couldn't. And he didn't say anything about it now. But he did drop carefully to his hands and knees. He sniffed at his sub, as if trying to identify him. Then he gave his sub a nuzzling sort of rub. I thought it was sweet, affectionate, but I didn't realize until a moment later that he was actually sharing the scent slathered on his neck with his sub.

The sub's whole body swayed, trembling with the overwhelming need to sneeze. “IHHH! IHH! IHHH! HIHHH!” He buried his nose in Master Richard's fur. “IHHCHHIFFF! HIHHCHEFFFF! HIHHSHHFFF!” He rubbed and snuffled and sneezed some more. “Ihhhhhh IHHSHHHH! IHHHSHHHH! IH IH IH IH IHHHHCHFFFFFFFFF!”

Master Richard pulled back, replacing his cologne-soaked neck with another set of tissues. These ones didn't make his sub sneeze at all, though. “Bless you. Bless you. You were so good for me,” Master Richard whispered. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to listen or not, so I busied myself with blowing my own runny nose. But I couldn't help noticing the way the sub rocked in his arms, trying to calm his body down sexually. And I saw the way Master Richard pulled his sub's paws out and kissed them, praising their restraint.

“I think you definitely deserve a treat now,” Master Richard said, louder now so that I would hear. The sub gasped excitedly as Master Richard got up. He stepped back, enough to put a good distance between the two of them but still letting himself be seen. If this was his sub's treat, he wanted his sub to have the best seat in the house to watch this.

Nervous, I left my spot on the stool and came over to him. I had spent so long today thinking about if I should really do this or not that I'd forgotten to think about how to do this. I wish he and I had discussed this beforehand. Did he just want me to sneeze on him, or did he want something more intimate? I could lick him perhaps? I felt strange and spotlighted and awkward as I walked over to him. I didn't even know where he wanted me to stand.

But I shouldn't have worried. Master Richard was in full-on dominance mode right now. It was in his nature to lead me and direct me exactly where he wanted me. “Are you all right?” he asked me, stepping close and rubbing his hand up and down my back. “Are you still willing to do this? It's okay if you aren't.” He asked this as if I could possibly say no right now with his sub watching eagerly. But that was the kind of Dom he was, wanting to make sure there was consent, just like I had wanted to earlier with his sub.

“Absolutely,” I replied, trying to tap into the confidence he was exuding, trying to pretend this was just a scene I was playing with a Dom instead of some strange arrangement on display. But even though I felt safe and encouraged, I still felt the immense pressure.

“Good.” He moved in close and put his paws on my hips, squaring off with me. “Now, when you feel the need to sneeze or cough or sniffle, just go ahead and do it. In the meantime...” He removed one of his paws momentarily to locate something in his pocket. I heard a soft click. Catchy dance club pop music started playing in the room, filling the silence.

I had to laugh. This wasn't the sort of music I normally listened to, but it was familiar enough and upbeat. There was nothing soft and sweet about it, nothing romantic or classical. I think it probably put us all at ease. In fact, Master Richard started singing along.

He had a great voice. At the recognizable easy-to-get-stuck-in-head sort of chorus, his sub joined in. I felt the pressure of the moment melt away. I felt myself smiling. This was still one of the strangest situations I'd ever found myself in, but this was making it feel kind of fun. It was a BDSM club-turned-karaoke bar. Not that I could ever tell any of the subs about this, except the two who already knew. I didn't want to be a topic of gossip this week.

A light tickle started to build in my nose, but I didn't want them to get their hopes up in case it went away. But I could feel it tickling, getting stronger and stronger. Before today, I never would have paid such attention to sneezing. It was just something that happened. Except to these two, it was something magical and exciting. And... and it was about to happen. “ehhh-EHShuhhhhh!”

They both went silent, staring right at me.

I sniffed, feeling self-conscious.

But Master Richard lifted a paw to my nose, pressing, wiping. “Thanks, pup,” he said softly, almost reverently.

“Still... sniff!” I rubbed my nose against his paw, the fur soft and warm against my sore nostrils. “Still feel... sdeezy,” I informed them.

The sub sat back on his heels, running his hands up and down his thighs with anticipation, but he looked weak and needy, like he was going to overdose on pleasure just from those words. Master Richard grinned and lifted my head, pointing it at his own face. “Good,” he told me. And I wondered, briefly, if there were anything now that I could possibly do that wouldn't be good in his view.

Deciding that there wasn't anything, and not being able to control the urge to sneeze anyway, I just relaxed and let my cold take control. “ehhhhhhhhh H'Tchhhhhh! HehYIHShhhhhh! ehhh-Yehchooo! EhhhShooo! Ehhhhh...”

“More?” he whispered in disbelief, but I couldn't open my eyes just yet. I just felt too sneezy.

“ehhh-EHShuhhhh! YIHShhhhh!”

Finally, I opened my eyes. Master Richard's face glistened. His tongue hung languidly from his grinning mouth. And his eyes shone with gratitude and joy.

“Bless you,” the rabbit piped up sweetly.

Master Richard wiped my nose with his paw and then his arm. It needed a lot of wiping, truthfully. I sniffled and nuzzled and really needed to blow my nose.

“Here,” Master Richard produced a clean, folded handkerchief. He unfolded it with a flourish and held it to my nose. “Go on and blow.”

It was lovely and soft but, I discovered, not very thick. I'm sure I got his paw wet as I blew. In any other circumstance, I would have been mortified. But he didn't mind. He held it unflinchingly at my nose until I stopped blowing and felt like I could breathe a little easier again. My head was still stuffed-up with this cold, and my nose still felt tickly and drippy. But I felt better.

In fact, I felt kind of good, looking at the way he grinned at me, gave my nose a final wipe, and then stuck a finger in his mouth. His submissive whimpered a little at this. And, I admit, the visual was kind of a mix of hot and teasing at the same time. But it was definitely not a look I expected to see from a Dom. And I realized, then, that I was the one in control here, not him. Master Richard needed me. Master Richard was at my mercy. Slowly, I smiled. “I'b godda bake you sdeeze,” I told him. I saw his eyes dilate. I saw his snout wrinkle slightly. “You're godda catch by terrible cold, add thed you'll sdeeze so buch. There's do stobbig it dow. I'b... I'b...”

The momentary control I'd felt over the situation started to ebb. I didn't want to sneeze again so soon, but I didn't have much of a choice. “eh! Ehhh! Ehhhhhhhhh eh eh yehhhh-YEHShuhhhh!” I sneezed into his face. He gasped, inhaling sharply but deeply. I reached down for his paw, bringing it to my face as though I were going to kiss it, but instead pressed it to my runny nose. “I'b godda get you sick with by awful cold.”

“Fuck yes!” Master Richard exclaimed involuntarily. He rubbed at my streaming nose with his hand, swiping fingers under each nostril multiple times. But he also moved in closer, so every breath I breathed was into his face. And I could feel his body press against my front, harder than I ever would have guessed. He wrapped an arm around me, holding me close, rubbing up against me. It was like he wanted to be as close to the germs as possible and didn't know how else to do it without actually being inside me. I glanced over at his sub, wondering if the rabbit might be jealous. But he looked just as eager as Master Richard—maybe even more.

The post-nasal drip made me cough in his face, made me transform back into a submissive. It was just as well. I wouldn't have been able to keep that control up for long; it just wasn't in my nature. “Gotta blow by cough dose agaid.”

He lifted the handkerchief into place. Parts of it were still wet right through, but other parts were still dry, and that was what he surrounded my nose with for me. I took a deep breath and blew. He massaged and wiped and let me blow again and again. And, when I was done, when my breathing finally returned to normal and that horrible wet scratchiness was gone from the back of my throat, he moved in for a kiss.

My nose bumped his. My tongue lapped at his. And my cold became his.

Maybe it had been his ever since he'd spotted me that morning. Maybe it was always supposed to be this way. Maybe this had been inevitable.

But it was a heady feeling, kissing a Dom again, kissing anyone again, really. The love and passion I'd always felt with Lewis wasn't there. But I won't pretend it didn't feel good.

It felt good to be needed again, even if this really was the last way I ever would have imagined it.

He kissed me hungrily for much longer than I'd expected. My nose started to fill, started to make it hard to breathe, and I knew I'd have to be the one to break this off. So I pulled back, gasping and feeling the tickle flare up in my nose again. “ehhh-CHIHHH! YEHHSHUHHH!”

Before either of us could do anything for my nose, he kissed me again. I coughed into his mouth, fighting for breath, starting to pull away from him. Then I felt the handkerchief again, with yet another surprisingly dry portion, and I felt his fingers pressing on either side of my nose, encouraging me to blow and clear it again. Which I did.

And, when I was done, I opened my eyes to see him drying off his face with the same handkerchief, which he pocketed. While his hand was there, he switched off the background music. “Feeling okay, pup?”

I nodded.

“Need anything? Tissues?”

I nodded again. “As lodg as they're dot soaked id cologde.”

He laughed and shoved a whole bunch of tissues into my hands. “I need to look after Nathaniel for a minute,” he whispered to me. “You call out if you need me, okay?”

I nodded a third time.

“Thank you,” he said, petting my head. “Thank you for every bit of that.”

And then he pulled away completely, making me shiver at the sudden absence of his warmth. I plucked one of the tissues out of the bunch and wiped my nose. Then I looked over at Master Richard and his sub and the intimate sight brought a stab of pain to my chest.

The rabbit nuzzled his face into the space between Master Richard's neck and shoulders, where it fit perfectly. Master Richard's arms were around him, stroking his back. The sub was shaking a little, overwhelmed. I knew that feeling all too well. He needed grounding. He needed reassurance. He needed his Dom.

I saw one ear bend and rest on top of Master Richard's head. I saw two of Master Richard's fingers rub a circle into his arm. I saw the rabbit's fluffy white tail wiggle. I saw Master Richard's body rise and fall with a deep, satisfied breath, taking his sub's body with him, held tight against him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, just touching and breathing together. Then Master Richard's hand tightened at the nape of his sub's neck, massaging. And the sub lifted his head, smiling. His eyes twinkled, wet but pleased. His nose twitched and Master Richard smiled and nodded. Then he effortlessly pulled the rabbit up to his feet.

Silently, he helped his sub dress. He gave little nudges to indicate how his sub should move, and the rabbit obeyed perfectly. The sub kept moving in for nuzzles and Master Richard returned the nuzzling or stroked the back of his head. “I'll call you immediately if I start coming down sick,” Master Richard told him.

“I'll keep all my nights open. But I'll understand if it doesn't happen this time, Sir. I appreciate you trying.”

Just watching the two of them together--the easy way they communicated through looks and touches, the effortless and instinctual way the sub responded to his Dom—it brought back sensations and memories so quickly I didn't know how to handle them. I felt my eyes filling with tears. I felt the pain stabbing at my chest. And I felt my throat closing up to air. Panicking and not wanting to let them see me cry, I fled from the room. I stopped just outside the doorway, leaning against the wall to keep from falling down. Dizziness and uncertainty danced around in my head. Any moment now I was either going to pass out or completely lose control, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to choose which it would be.

Suddenly Master Richard and his sub were coming out of the doorway together. “See you soon,” he said, seductively, and tapped his nose.

The rabbit grinned broadly. “I can't wait.” Then he nodded at me. “Thanks again. You've no idea what this means to me!”

Absolutely certain I would start crying if I uttered a single word, I just raised my paw and waved back. I tried to smile, but I wasn't sure I succeeded. I felt the corners of my mouth twitch. I felt tears spilling from my eyes. I felt my whole body tremble.

Master Richard gave his submissive one more hug. When his sub was gone, he turned around to face me. “Really, thanks, Nose. I...” He trailed off as he took a look at me. His breath caught. “Nose?”

And that's when I lost it. Gut-wrenching sobs tore their way out of me. I just stood there, bawling, in the hallway.

That is, until Master Richard stepped swiftly in front of me. His arms were bent at the elbows but they pressed on either side of my body as he pressed his front against mine. Then he glided me back into the scene room. He didn't change his hold of me, so he wasn't able to close the door behind us, and he only brought us just far enough inside so that people walking down the hallway couldn't see us. And there we stood together, me sobbing uncontrollably into his chest, and him just holding me close.

He didn't try to soothe me or quiet me. He didn't even stroke my back or tell me I'd be okay. He just held me with his strong arms and let me cry it all out. So that's just what I did. I cried about losing my Dom. I cried about missing Lewis so much it hurt. I sneezed a few times as well, right into his fur, but he didn't so much as flinch. I cried and cried until I had nothing left inside me.

“There now,” he said, leaning back. “Is this... do you feel guilty?”

I gasped for breath. “Guilty?” my voice was weak and wobbly, so uncertain and confused.

“For spreading your cold to me, knowing that I was going to give it to my submissive.”

I shook my head. “Doe... that... that was beautiful. I'b hodored to... heh-YIHSHHHHHH!” I sneezed, spraying Master Richard's face suddenly. “Oh! Oh sorry!”

He licked his lips and breathed in deeply, but he made no move to wipe his face. “Don't be sorry, pup. The whole point was for me to catch your cold, remember? This is just a little icing on the cake to make sure. Sneeze on me as much as you like.” He rubbed a paw up and down my back. “So if you didn't feel guilty, what were the tears about then?”

“I...” I was pretty sure I couldn't cry any more even if I tried, but my voice still trembled as if tears were somehow almost upon me once more. “Seeidg what you two have bade be biss by Dob so buch!” And then, impossibly, I burst into tears again.

“Oh... oh pup.” His arms wrapped all the way around me now and he pulled me aside, bringing me to the recovery corner. He wrapped one of the blankets around me and then cradled me tight in his arms, rocking back and forth as I cried some more. Luckily, the one thing that was in stock here were tissues, and he used some to catch my tears and wipe my nose, which was running badly from all of this. “Do you want me to call an Alpha to come take care of you tonight?”

An Alpha would be able to look after me tonight the way a Dom couldn't, the way Master Richard couldn't. But I didn't want to be evaluated, didn't want them to know how heartsick I still was. If they decided it was best for me to leave the pack, I wasn't sure I could handle that kind of rejection on top of this rotten cold. So I shook my head. Perhaps offering to pass me on to an Alpha was his way of getting rid of me tonight, after all this?

“I'b sorry,” I told him. “I'b wastig all your tibe.”

“No,” he said firmly but reassuringly, so there was no misunderstanding him. “You're not. I have all the time in the world for you. I'm here as long as you need me.”

I needed him. Of course I did. But he already had two subs falling for him. He didn't need another. I could see how easy it would be to respond to him, though. Master Richard was genuine, commanding, protective. Master Richard had a way of making you feel more important than anything else.  He probably didn't even realize he was doing it; his dominance was such an innate part of his demeanor. No wonder subs were so drawn to him.

“What can I do for you, Nose?”

I let out a sound that was something between a sob and a laugh and buried my face in his warm chest again to hide the fresh wave of tears. It had been so long... so long since I'd been held by a Dom, I'd almost forgotten what a comfort this touch could be. Master Richard wasn't my Lewis. But if Lewis had been here, he would have understood. He probably would have shook Master Richard's paw and thanked him for looking after me. Even wrapped up in the blanket, held tight in Master Richard's arms, I felt so weak and vulnerable.

I felt like everything was already out there, raw and exposed. So I might as well go all in. “I lost hib a little bore thad two years ago. He was hit by a drudk driver ruddig a red light. By the tibe I got to the hosbital, he was dead.” My breathing hitched and I swallowed back more tears. “Whed Lewis died, I lost the love of by life. I also lost the secret bart of byself, the best bart of be.”

Master Richard squeezed me tightly in a hug.

I went on. “I drifted uselessly for so lodg. I thought I'd dever ehhhh...” Magically, I felt a tissue at my nose. “hehh-Ehyshhffffffff!” I snuffled into the tissue. And, when I was done, he pocketed the used tissue. At this point, I expected such a thing an didn't say anything.

He hugged me again. “I'm so glad you found your way to our pack.”

I laughed a little more evidently this time. “You're just sayidg that because I have a cold add cad sdeeze all over you.”

He laughed back. “Well, I won't lie. That's definitely convenient and much appreciated. But that's not what I was thinking of. You're such a kind submissive. You give yourself up to it.”

“Look who's talkidg!” I exclaimed. “You're the ode sittig here, cobfortig a sick, sdiffly subbissive who isd't eved your owd!”

“Every submissive in the pack is my own,” he replied softly. “Any one of the Doms feels just the same. If you ever need someone to take you down, all you need to do is ask.”

“Thadks,” I whispered. “But I thidk by baster was the last ode I wadt to do that.”

Master Richard nodded. “Then at least let me do right by him and put you to bed? You're sick, and you've had one heck of a day. You need your rest.”

He didn't even know the half of it. But I did feel worn out, and the idea of climbing all those stairs alone was exhausting. Besides, what sub didn't like a little bit of care now and then? “Yes blease.”

He gently stripped me of the recovery blanket. Then, all at once, he scooped me up. He cradled me against his chest as he rose. I couldn't imagine the sort of strength that must have taken, and I clung on with my arms around his neck. But I needn't have worried. He moved smoothly, even through the doorways, even up the stairs. In fact, the movement was so welcoming that I felt my eyes closing and my body trying to slip into an exhausted sleep already.

When he laid me on my bed, it was with the utmost care and gentleness. I looked up at him, feeling sleepy and sated, and accidentally sneezed right in his face again. “EhhhhhheptChhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh, sniff, Baster Rich—”

“It's fine,” he told me, licking his lips. “Remember? Bless you though.” He tucked me into bed with a tissue box, pulling the covers up to my shoulders. Under the blankets, I wriggled out of my jeans and sweatshirt, dropping them to the floor beside the bed. I left my tank on, and I left the dog tags on as well. I didn't usually sleep with them on, but I wanted to do so tonight so I could feel a bit of Lewis  against my fur. “Can I get you anything else, pup?”

I shook my head. “You'd better get outa here before sobeode catches you id a sub's roob.”

“All right.” He dropped a paw to my head and pet soothingly. “Just one last thank you for how you served me and my sub today. You were generous and incredible.”

I smiled with the satisfaction of a submissive who's done a job so good a Dom thinks to praise him for it. I closed my eyes but mumbled a sleepy, “I hobe it all works out the way you wadt it to, Sir.”

I heard his soft footsteps cross my bedroom. The door opened, and I was asleep before it closed behind Master Richard.

I actually meant to space posting this series out a little more and wait another week before posting this story. But I finished it yesterday and am at least half done with the fourth story. So I really just wanted to share this. I definitely got carried away with it. Oh, the drama! heehee 

Also, "Animals" by Maroon 5 just came up on my playlist. It's a sign.

Title: Favors (Wolf Pack BDSM Club #3)
Author: tarotgal
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Cold sneezes, allergy sneezes, contagion, mess, BDSM situations
Pairings: Wolf/Rabbit, Wolf/Wolf

The fact of the matter was: subs gossiped. When you worked in a sex club, facilitating and cleaning, it was hard to not notice certain things. And when those things were juicy, it was hard to keep them to yourself. So we subs talked. We gossiped. Of course we did. We traded stories about couples we'd seen doing it right or completely failing. We discussed what we knew about what Doms were doing what. We fantasized about what Doms we wished would take us. We shared everything with each other, but we hushed up quickly whenever one of the Doms came near us.

“Hey, pups. How's it going?” Master Richard called casually as he passed by our group in the corner of the common room. He didn't pause to get a reply to his question, though.

The group of us stood there in silence, as if we all knew how long to wait before talking again.

“Do you know what I heard about Master Richard?” came a voice from behind when it seemed safe. I turned to see a  younger submissive pup named Tail sauntering up, as if he alone knew every pack secret and might consider telling us one day, even though he was so new to the pack he couldn't possibly know much. He was even newer here than I was. Still, Tail lowered his voice, making sure he couldn't be overheard. “Master Richard has a thing for sneezing.”

Several of the subs laughed at this, me included. But I noticed that two didn't. Howl stared wide-eyed at Tail, as if he couldn't believe Tail would say such a thing. And Paws looked anywhere but at Tail, mostly staring at his own paws or at the ground. Paws handled most the first timers at the club, because he had an almost magical way of putting someone at ease. He could introduce someone nervous about playing a BDSM scene to it in the least threatening, least terrifying way possible. And if he wasn't joining in on the conversation now it was because he knew something or had seen something. What was it?

“What, like ah-choo! and he gets all horny?” Bones asked, tears of laughter in his eyes.

“I don't know,” Tail said. “I think it's more like he uses sneezing to take control. He makes his subs sneeze, same as how he makes them beg or suck dick or kneel for him, I guess.”

“That's strange,” said one of the subs.

“That's hot,” whispered another, though I wasn't exactly sure who.

“That's not as weird as what I saw Master James doing with a new submissive last week,” said Paws. “It involved a pipe cleaner, a tub of shaving cream, a phone playing yodeling on a loop, and a parrot.” He had everyone's attention immediately.


And I honestly didn't give that discussion another thought. It was just one more piece of subby gossip floating around—quickly shared and quickly forgotten. Who knew if it was even true? I wouldn't have put it past Tail to have made it all up to get attention.

It wasn't until a day, months later, that I had reason to recall it. It was late fall which meant it was the beginning of cold and flu season once again. I was sporting a red-tinted nose and bags under my eyes that indicated I was squarely in the cold category this time around. All right, maybe vanity is my greatest vice, but it's not really my fault I'm normally so dashing. Anything that gets in the way of my good looks instantly throws me into misery. So I hid myself under my blanket, sneezing and coughing, every opportunity I got so no one would see me. I worked pretty well for a while, at least.

I waited there, napping on and off through the early morning then mid-morning. If my stomach hadn't been so rumbly and if my supply of tissues hadn't run out, I probably would have stayed in bed until my cold passed entirely. “ehh ehh-YIHSchhhhhh! Sniff! Sniff!” I was going to need to blow my nose soon. It was feeling pretty full, unlike my stomach. 

So I headed out eventually, but only when I was sure most of the pack must have already eaten breakfast. I'd be fine with whatever scraps were left, as long as I could get my paws on a new tissue box with as few wolves seeing me as possible.

I put on the navy blue bathrobe that used to belong to my former Dom. It was a size or two too big for me, but I loved the feeling of it wrapping me in warmth, like he was wrapping me in his arms. The sleeves hung down past my hands and the bottom of the bathrobe dragged against the floor. But I snuggled into it and shuffled down the stairs without tripping and down the hallway to the supply closet. My plan was to grab some tissues, hit the kitchen, stuff some food in my pockets, and head back to my room before anyone could spot me.

But as soon as I opened the supply closet door, my plan was for naught. Master Richard was there, in a corner, bending over to search a shelf for something. He looked back when he heard me come in and smiled. “Hey there, Nose.”

I gave him a weak smile, wondering the whole time if I should just come back another time. I rubbed at my sniffly nose. This was definitely not the time to sneeze.

“Bet I know what you're here for.” He extended an arm, plucked a box of tissues from a shelf, and tossed it to me. “Am I right?” 

I nodded. “Thadk you, sir.” I sounded stuffy, and I hated myself for it. It was always the sign my former Dom, Lewis, used to gauge how sick I was. Lewis never let me share a bed with him when I was ill. I always used to have to sleep downstairs on a couch until I could prove I was feeling better and then I still had to earn back the right to the bed, as if a cold meant I had done something wrong. Maybe that was another reason my first instinct when I was sick was to dive under the covers.

With tissue box in hand, I headed to the kitchen. The coffee machine had been thoroughly drained, but Howl had left hot water in the electric kettle, which is what I wanted anyway. I floated around the room, grabbing a mug here and a teabag there. I couldn't find the little bottle of honey shaped like a bear that should have been in the spice cupboard but wasn't.

“It's in the fridge.”

I jumped, startled, then looked over my shoulder to see Master Richard in the doorway, literally leaning against the doorjamb, his arms crossed over his chest. “Wh-what?”

“You're looking for the honey, right? It's in the fridge. Makes it slower to poor but the honey stays fresh longer that way.”

I'd never heard of honey going bad, but maybe this was just another one of those kooky things the pack did that I had to learn. “Ub...” I crossed over to the fridge, opened it, and found the little plastic bear in the door shelf, wedged between catsup and maple syrup. “Thadks again,” I told him.

Now, I did feel grateful, don't get me wrong. But I didn't feel indebted to Master Richard. I could have found those tissues on my own and I could have had hot tea without honey just as well as with. If anything, I felt awkward and self-conscious walking around, making myself tea and stuffing pastries in my bathrobe pockets with him watching me. Was this some sort of dominance game? If so, I wasn't feeling up to playing right now.

Feeling a sneeze coming on, I abandoned the mug of tea on the counter and dove into the box of tissues. Pulling the first tissue from a new box was always a satisfying sensation. There was this feeling that there were so many more tissues there for me, that I couldn't possibly blow and sneeze my way through all of them. This one, though, I needed. “ehhh Ehyushxffffff!” I sneezed wetly. I kept the tissue pressed to my runny muzzle afterward, though, so Master Richard wouldn't see and think less of me.

The worst part of having a head cold wasn't the scratchy throat or the frequent sneezes. It wasn't even the way I looked. No, the worst part was feeling like a burden to the pack. I wanted to help out, wanted to do my part for the club. But I couldn't do that when I was all sniffly and germy and sneezy. I had to keep away, had to keep everyone from catching this from me. I gave a soft blow into the tissue, feeling the pressure in my head lift a little. But in its place came a little itchy tickle I just couldn't rub away.

I got another tissue from the box and held it to my muzzle as it began to twitch. “ehhh yihhhh Ehhhyihkkkkxxffff!” I sneezed into it.

“Bless you.”

I wasn't used to being blessed after sneezing, and I felt myself warm with embarrassment. The teabag must have been done steeping by now, so I quickly threw it away and gathered up the mug and tissues to retreat back to my room where I wouldn't bother anyone. Just to make it clear, I hadn't remembered yet about that rumor.

“ehhhh!” I felt another tickle coming on, and I couldn't put everything back down in time to take a tissue out of the box. “yehh!” I turned my head as my breath caught and my eyes closed, prepared to utilize my only option of sneezing into my shoulder. I figured sneezing all over a kitchen where my pack ate was probably the worst thing I could do. But it turns out I didn't need to do either. As I turned my head, I heard quick steps and felt several tissues against my muzzle. “YIHTschxxxfffff!”

Master Richard's voice was quiet but dripped with something like seduction. “Bless you again.”

Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was wiping my nose tenderly for me. Even my former Dom never did that for me when I was sick. I realized I kind of liked the feeling, and I nuzzled into the tissues a little, getting my nose as dry as I could, though I knew that wouldn't last long. “Oh sniff! Thag you, sir. Sniff! Sorry, by dose is all stuffed-ub frub cold. Sniff! You bight dot wadt to get too... ub... close....” Master Richard was so close I could have sneezed on him, if the tissues hadn't been there, of course.

“It's okay,” he said. “I don't mind a little sneezing.” Master Richard leaned against the counter. If his goal was to look suave, he had succeeded. “Do you have a minute to talk? I promise I won't keep you from your tea.”

The mug was still warm in my hand, and I knew there was still some time left before it cooled enough to drink it.

“I want to talk in private, though. Somewhere no one can walk in on us. But just talk. I promise that's all.”

My instincts told me to trust a pack Dom; I'd never had cause to believe Master Richard was anything but kind to subs in his pack. And I respected his desire for privacy; some things you just couldn't say over a breakfast table. There was something needy in his expression, though, that made me think before replying. “All right.” The pack rules made it clear we couldn't meet in either of our bedrooms, but maybe there was another option. “One of the scene rooms? They were cleaned last night, so they should be empty this morning.”

“Yeah,” Master Richard agreed at once. “Sounds good.”

We walked down the hall and through the security door dividing the business and living sides of the building and entered the very first practice room at our end of the hallway, on our right. Master Richard wrinkled his muzzle when we walked in, and even though I couldn't smell anything with all this congestion, I was pretty certain it must smell overwhelmingly like the lemon cleaner we used. The smell would dissipate by the time the room would be needed tonight, but now it was still fresh from its early morning cleaning. Master Richard flicked the light switch by the doorway, and the inset lights around the room glowed dimly.  I would have liked to have sat down on the bench, but that would have meant cleaning it again, and I didn't have the energy for that. So I just stood and sipped my tea while Master Richard did exactly what he'd promised and talked. Just talked.

But he paced as he talked, staring at the floor or his paws in front of him. “The thing is, I have this submissive. He came in wanting a very specific kink of his filled.” He took a deep breath and huffed as he let it out. “He loves when I make him sneeze. He's come back regularly for the past seven or eight months, and during all those sessions, I've made him sneeze in lots of different ways. But a few weeks ago he confessed he'd really like to try a new way. He told me he'd love to catch a sneezy cold from me.”

Was he going where I thought he was going with this? No... surely he couldn't be. Could he?

“Nose... God, your name's so perfect, isn't it? Nose, I want you to do me a favor.” He took a step closer to me and met my gaze this time. Immediately I felt my will start to ebb away. This was a Dom asserting himself, using his power and his instincts and playing on mine as well. He knew what he was doing, and it was dangerous. I felt drawn to him, ready to serve, and I had to force myself to keep my wits about me, dulled as they were by my head cold. I took a few steps back, as though his charm was something I could actually feel if he got too close. “I want you to give me your cold so that I can give it to my sub.”

Even hearing him say it out loud didn't make it sound real to my ears. It was strange, yes, but also had the potential of cruelty. What if that really wasn't the sub's wish? What if Master Richard was just playing some sick, twisted game with him? Or with me?

“So...” Master Richard's voice was lower now. He sounded sultry, irresistible. He sounded like a Dom who couldn't be refused. He probably didn't even realize he was doing it. Being a Dom was as effortless and normal to him as breathing. “What do you say, Nose?”

“I...” He leaned in closer, eyes locked unblinkingly with mine. “I...” I felt panic wash over me, as well as an urge to instantly agree and please him. “I...” I swallowed and closed my eyes. “I think I've guhh gotta sneeze again.” With the mug held in the crook of my arm, I pulled a couple of tissues out of the box. It definitely wouldn't do to sneeze all over this room either. “yeehhhhh... ehhhhh HPTSXXXXshhhh!”

“Bless you, Nose.” Ugh, even the way he said that sounded so hot and commanding. No wonder Howl had such a crush on him.

And that, if you can believe it, was when I finally remembered that bit of gossip from all those months ago. You'd think it would have occurred to me sooner, given all his talk about his sub who loved sneezing. But, no, it wasn't until I thought about Howl that things started to click into place for me. And I knew that I couldn't agree to his request... not just yet at least.

“I deed sub tibe to thidk about it.”

I thought I caught a flash of disappointment in his eyes, but it was brief and the room was dark, so I might have been mistaken. “Well, it's not a no. I guess that's something. I'll need time to contact my sub and have him come in. And colds are the most contagious at the beginning. So don't wait too long, okay?”

“I'll let you dow by two o'clock,” I told him. That wasn't much time, but I thought it would be enough to do what I needed to do. 

I bet you're guessing I was off to see Howl next, right? Well, you'd be wrong. In fact, I went to see Paws. Paws handled most of the first time submissives that Master Richard serviced, so he was the one most likely to remember this one Master Richard was talking about. I was willing to bet it was a unique enough fetish that Paws would remember. 

I drank my tea on the walk through the security door, down the hall, and then back up the stairs to the subs' floor. I kept going over the possibilities in my mind, wondering what I should do. Was this my chance to feel useful in some way, even though I was sick? A Dom genuinely needed something only I could give him. Who was I to refuse him? But at the same time, the request was so strange... and this cold felt so miserable... I just wasn't sure it was a good idea.

I was nearly finished with the tea by the time I passed my bedroom, so I downed the last of it in one big gulp and left the mug inside along with the food I'd stashed in my bathrobe pockets earlier. I thought about changing out of my pajamas but the idea of putting on any of the tight-fitting outfits I normally wore as a sub didn't appeal to me in the least. Besides, I was still hoping to climb back into bed to hide and get some more rest before all this was over.

After knocking on Paws' bedroom door, I received no answer. I pressed an ear to the door, listening closely as I knocked again. This time I heard some rustling and the sound of a mattress spring giving. “Come in!” a groggy and muffled voice called out.

I tried the doorknob and found it unlocked. So I slipped inside to find the lights off and Paws still in bed. I thought for sure I'd been the latest riser this morning, but I guess I'd been wrong. “Good bordig,” I said, being quiet for no good reason apart from not wanting to hear myself talk. It wasn't as though I was trying not to wake someone up; he and I were both awake and it was almost noon. When there was no reply from him, though, I quickly added. “It's Dose,” I said, hating the way my own name sounded when my nose was stuffed-up like it was. I pawed at my nose, snuffling, but there was nothing I could do about it. “I have sobethig to ask you.”

The large mass of wolf hidden entirely under the blankets shifted. Then I paw reached out. “C'mere.”


“If you want to talk, get under the covers with me.”

I hesitated again. “But I'b sick. I've got a cold.”

This didn't dissuade him one bit, though. “All the more reason to get under here where it's warm. C'mon under.”

I really didn't understand the casual attitude some members of this pack seemed to have about germs. But the offer of snuggling under blankets was too good to pass up, and I really did need to talk to him. So I walked over to the bed, lifted the blanket on one side, and climbed in. I was still wearing my bathrobe and still had the tissue box in hand.

It was warm under there, the air a bit stale and the blankets a bit heavy. But immediately I was pulled into a cuddly embrace. Then Paws pet my back slowly. Slowly. S l o w l y.

My body gave a small jerk as I realized I had nearly fallen asleep, and Paws was probably about to as well. “Hey. Hey, stay awake. I deed to ask you ad ibortadt questiod.”  I pulled back a little so I could get a look at his face. It was hard to see anything in the dark room, under the blankets, but I could just make out the flash of teeth in a smile and eyes focusing on me.

“Go ahead then. Ask away.”

I hadn't given all that much thought to the way I should phrase my question. “It's about ode of Baster Richard's subs,” I began. “Ode of his regulars.”

Paws narrowed his eyes. This wasn't getting me anywhere. Master Richard must have any number of regulars.

“Baster Richard told be he has ode who likes to sdeeze. Add so he wadts to catch by cold to he cad get his sub sick. I trust Baster Richard, I do. But it souds so odd... add if the sub isd't actually idto it... well, a head cold isd't forever, but it's dot like a sbadkig where you cad just go hobe add rub sobe creab odd your backside add feel better id the bordig.”

Paws smiled, understanding my problem at once. “You're a good wolf, you know that? Looking after a fellow submissive like this. It's kind of you.” He thought for a moment then nodded decisively. “I don't know much, but I'll tell you what I can...”

“That's all I... I... wahh... ehhhhh!” I hastily tore a couple tissues from the box. “ehhh-Heyehttxxxxffff! All I want.”

“Bless,” Paws said, rubbing his paw up and down my upper arm as I rubbed and wiped at my nose. “So, sometime in late spring or early summer, there was a first time submissive scheduled to see Master Richard. He was a white rabbit and looked so nervous standing there in front of Mrs. J. that I was afraid he might chicken out and run out the door before he even met his Dom. I was on duty that night, so I got him settled and tried to calm him a little. Then I talked with him about the scene he wanted played out. It was definitely a kink I'd never heard of before, but he seemed so eager when he talked about it, his whole face lighting up with excitement. I've rarely seen a sub so eager on his first visit.”

Here, he paused while I took another tissue from the box, knowing I was about to sneeze again. “ehhhhYIHShhxxxxfffff!” I tried to signal to him with my eyes to keep going, but he waited while I sniffled and dabbed at my nose. “Excuse be,” I mumbled. “Go od?”

Paws continued on. “I went to Master Richard to explain what the sub wanted, and he just stood there, confused. 'I don't understand,' I think he said, or something like that. So I went through the whole thing again, trying to phrase it in the context of service so that he would get his role in it all. But he still looked confused when I was done. Knowing that that sweet white rabbit was back at the room naked and waiting for him, I started to lose my patience. 'Look,' I told him. 'It's pretty easy. All you have to do is grab something that will make his little nose tickle and go in there pretending that you want him to sneeze for you. Just keep up that act and force him to sneeze as if it were your idea all along.' He stared at me for another few moments. Then he pet my head appreciatively and headed down the hallway.

“I checked on the two of them a few times, just to make sure things were going all right. The first time, I saw the rabbit restrained on the St. Andrew's cross on the far side of the room, his little nose twitching with sneezes and his dick standing straight at attention. The second time I checked, I saw him all bundled up in a recovery blanket, huddled against Master Richard's chest.

“He can't have hated the experience all that much, because the sub showed up again just a week later. And then he came back a few weeks after that. Master Richard doesn't have a schedule of regulars, because he likes to keep himself open for first timers, but every time this sub comes in, Master Richard practically drops everything to take him. A few times, Master Richard has been occupied with another submissive, and the rabbit leaves instead of seeing another Dom. So there's definitely a trusting relationship between them. Once I looked in on them and Master Richard was rubbing this powdery puffball at the rabbit's twitching nose. Another time, I was on cleaning duty and went into the room after they were done with their scene to find tiny feathers spread all over the room. Took me ages to round them all up, let me tell you.”

I listened to the whole story, taking it all in. So the sub really did like sneezing, then. Or, at least, he was coming back for more of it. And the sub seemed to really like Master Richard as well. But there was still a big difference between this and wanting to be ill.

I thanked Paws and fought the urge to curl up and nap under the covers with him for the rest of the afternoon. But I'd promised Master Richard a reply by two o'clock, and this sub doesn't break his promises to a Dom. That was one of the first things my former master had taught me.

I found Howl in the kitchen, where he almost always was this time of day, cleaning up after lunch. “Can I get you anything?” he asked me the moment I arrived; he's always so eager to please, even toward fellow subs.

“Sobe soub would be lovely,” I told him, rubbing at my nose and thinking of the pastries still back in my bedroom, uneaten. “I did't really eat breakfast.”

“Ohh no. That's no good. You need to eat well if you're going to get healthy. Sit.” He reached over the table, took my arm, and guided me to sit down on the bench. “Give me five minutes to whip something up.” Before I could say anything else, he put a tall glass of bubbling ginger ale in front of me. I sipped it while rubbing at my nose. I felt a little guilty taking from him, knowing I was really here to drop an awkward question on him. But Howl loved feeding his pack, and I really was starving.

“ehhh-YIHshhffffff! Hihshfffff!” I sneezed twice, and Howl glanced at me over his shoulder as he stirred soup at the stove.

“How bad's your cold, pup?”

“Bad,” I replied. “I didn't sleep well... and I feel bad not pulling my weight around here. But Mrs. R said I couldn't work until I felt better.”

“Yeah. That's pretty standard around here. The alphas don't want you getting any of the clients sick, or any of the Doms, for that matter.”

There was a strong thumping of panic in my chest, and for a moment I couldn't breathe. I'd thought about what would happen to Master Richard if I gave him my cold, and I'd thought about what would happen to his submissive client. But I hadn't thought about what would happen to me. Would I get in trouble? Would I be punished? Would I be kicked out of the pack?   

“Soup, sandwich, and apple slices,” Howl declared, setting a bowl and a large plate in front of me.

I hadn't asked for all this but I absolutely wanted it now that I saw it. Hot, steaming soup. Crunchy bread with grill marks on it and oozing, melty insides. Crisp, juicy apple. All my worries were shoved aside to make way for gratitude. “You're fadtastic, Howl.”

Howl smiled proudly and settled on the bench seat across the table from me. “I've got another kettle going as well, if you want some hot tea when you're done with your meal. You're the one who likes that lemon ginger stuff, right?”

“Exactly right.” Howl wasn't just fantastic. He was magical. Hell, he was psychic. Being observant and detail-oriented served a sub well in life. What Dom didn't appreciate a sub knowing what he wanted before he knew it himself? I just hoped I could take advantage of that skill again.

“Good?” Howl asked. “I can heat it up again if it's getting cold.”

“It's berfect.” I slurped spoonful after spoonful of soup and took a healthy bite of the sandwich. I knew my cold was numbing my taste buds a little, but the food still tasted delicious. “Thag you.”

“It's my pleasure!” He beamed with pride. “Anything else I can help you with? You've got enough tissues, I see.”

I nodded and decided to not mention that Master Richard had been the one to give me the tissue box. “Actually... there is sobethig I wadt to ask, sobethig I thig odly you cad adswer.” He nodded, waiting. “It's about Baster Richard.”

His ears twitched.

“Add about sdeezig.”

His ears went flat back against his head. “I...”

“Wait. Just listed, all right? This bordig, Baster Richard cabe to be because he wadts to catch by cold frob be. He wadts to give his sub this cold add bake hib sdeeze. This seebs like a roudabout way of gettig his sub to sdeeze. So by question is: why does't he just use be to get his sub sick? Why does he wadt to sdeeze too?”

I knew at once that Howl had an answer. I could tell it in the way he whimpered and wouldn't look at me. I could tell it in the way he chewed his tongue and shifted where he sat. He knew the answer... but he didn't want to tell me. And I don't think it was all just because he didn't want to betray a Dom in the pack. I think it was because this was about Master Richard.

“Howl, I'b dot after Baster Richard, if that's what you're worried about. I'b dot lookidg for ady Dob.” Wolves don't mate for life. They tend to be faithful when mated, but when a mate passes away, it's natural for them to seek out another one. I wasn't ready to do that. I wasn't sure I'd ever be ready frankly. My Dom had been my whole world, and even though I'd found a pack and a home and a new world now that he was gone, I wasn't interested in replacing him. That was one of the reasons the pack life had been so appealing. Pack Doms and subs weren't allowed to have mates. “I just wadt to uderstad what he's askidg of be add why. That's odly fair. Add I thought, of all the subs here, you brobably dow hib best.”

When I finished this time, it only took him a beat to chime in, “He's not mine. Master Richard, I mean. The pack's rules...”

“I dow,” I reassured him just as quickly. “I didn't bead it like that. Of course you follow the rules. I just dow that you're brotective of hib. So I wadted to bake sure you uderstood this is sobethidg he asked for. I would't get hib sick on burbose. Id fact, I feel weird edough doig it even after he asked me. I was taught to keeb by gerbs to byself whed I'b ill. Add that's why I'b here. To see if you cad helb be figure out what I should do. Because you dow Baster Richard best. Add, as subs, we both wadt to helb hib.”
I sighed and rubbed at my muzzle with a tissue. “ehhh-IHShxxfffffff! Snrfff! Snrffff! Oh, I soud awful. Cad you eved uderstad be like this?”

Howl nodded. “It's not so bad. It's kind of cute, actually.” Seriously, what was with this pack? He looked down at the table, though. “I am protective of Master Richard. If he asked me for something like this, I'd do it in an instant. But I understand your hesitation, because you don't know...”

“I dod't dow what?”

He chewed his tongue again, the tip sticking out of his mouth as he did so. Finally, he answered. “You can't tell anyone.”

“I would't dare.”

“On your honor as a sub?”

“Od...” This seemed a terrible time to need to sneeze. I scrubbed my paw at my nose so hard the tickly, sneezy feeling backed off. I sniffed and tried again. “Od by hodor as a sub.”

This seemed to satisfy Howl. “I've heard him in his room, alone, late at night, sneezing repeatedly. I've heard him sneeze and I've heard him moan with pleasure at the same time. And maybe that doesn't necessarily add up. But he's come right out and told me. He's said it makes him so hot and so hard he just has to jerk off. He likes it, Nose. He really, really likes it. And as much as he probably wants to be the one to give his sub the cold... he probably also just wants a chance to enjoy his own sneezing.”

I honestly wasn't sure if this made the situation better or worse. It was reassuring to hear. It made it all make sense. And, coming from Howl, it seemed like the truth. It was good to know catching my cold wouldn't make him miserable. But, at the same time, this meant he was asking a pack submissive to do something that excited him sexually. There were rules... there were hard lines drawn to separate pack Doms and pack subs for a reason. The club couldn't function financially as an all-in wolf pleasure orgy. We needed to be here for our clients, not for each other. But, at the same time, we were a pack. We cared about each other. We looked after each other. We protected each other. We were family.

“Will you tell Master Richard how helpful I was?” Howl asked quickly but with hope in his voice. His tail thumped against the bench.

“Would't that reveal to hib that you told be his secret?”

Howl's eyes widened. “You're right. Don't do that! But... maybe... say something nice about me?”

With my last spoonful of soup, I smiled at him. “I have dothig but dice thigs to say about you, Howl.”

He ducked his head submissively to accept the praise, and he was all smiles.

There wasn't much time before my self-imposed deadline. So I headed back to my room to think things through alone, and to blow my nose as well. The warmth of the soup and my attempts to breathe through my nose a little while eating with my mouth shut had made it run so terribly it took almost a quarter of the box of tissues to get it back to its normal, stuffed-up state again.

I flopped down onto my bed, letting my head sink into the pillow. I lay on my side, tissue box hugged to my chest, so right in front of me was a view of my nightstand. On it, turned toward the bed, was a framed photo of my former Dom, Lewis. I reached out and ran my paw lightly over the glass, as though anything more would disturb him. “What should I do, Sir?”

What would he have me do? First, he would want me safe and happy. He wouldn't want me to do anything that might jeopardize the life I'd started to rebuild for myself after losing him. Second, he would want me to do my job here as best I could. And here at the club, my job was to serve the clients and facilitate good BDSM experiences. And third.. third, he would want me to respect a request given to me by a Dom, as long as it didn't hurt me. If I treated all the Doms at the club with the same respect as if they were mine, it would have pleased Lewis. My submission was a gift, and it was my place to give it when it was deserved.

But it was also my choice about how and who to give it to.

“ehhh-YIHShhooooo!” Just like this cold was.

I felt a sense of peace wash over me that came with finally making a decision. I basked in it for a minute or two, making sure it was what I wanted, then I picked up the phone and called Master Richard.


We met back in the scene room where we'd talked that morning. There was a certain synchronicity in that which I liked. Besides, there weren't many other private places for us to meet up. I brought my box of tissues with me, because my nose was still tickling and running, and I still hadn't changed out of my pajamas and bathrobe; Master Richard had already seen me looking so stunning today, after all.

“Hey, pup,” he greeted me. But he kept his distance to be respectful and just in case my answer was no.   He leaned casually against a wall, head tilted. He had to know how sexy he looked like that. “How are you feeling?”

He got points for that as well. He could have walked in and immediately asked what my decision was. But he was being kind and empathetic. Maybe it was the protective part of him coming out.

“Doe better,” I replied. “I dod't thig it'll be hard for you to catch this frob be.”

Understanding registered in his expression immediately. He straightened and his ears perked right up. “Really?”

I held up a hand, signaling for him to stay where he was and to slow the heck down. “But I have two coditiods.”

Master Richard paused. “Two conditions?”

I nodded. He'd heard right.

“What are they?”

“First... oh... hold od...” I grabbed a tissue at once. “yehhh... ehh-IHShhxxxffff!” My body tried to curl up around the sneeze, even though I was standing. My shoulders rolled forward, my head snapped forward, and my knees bent.

“Bless you,” he said softly. And it made me wonder if he blessed his sub during one of their scenes. It seemed to come so easy to him, like a knee-jerk reaction.

“Sniff! Thadgs. Sniff! As I was sayig, by first coditiod is that you take resbodsibility for this.” He looked confused. “If the Alphas get adgry at be for gettig ode of their Dobs sick so he cad't work for a few days, if the Alphas get so adgry at be they codsider kickig be out of the back, thed I wadt you to stad ub for be add exblaid it.”

He whistled, impressed. “When you said you had to think about this, I understood. But you really did think this through thoroughly, didn't you?”

I nodded, sniffing into another tissue. There was a tickle there, and I really didn't want to sneeze again so soon. So I rubbed hard at my nose. Then I rubbed some more, but to no avail. “ehhh-Yihshxxxxxffffff!”

“Bless you. And, sure, of course I agree to this. It was my idea. It's my fault entirely if I get sick and can't work, apart from meeting with a certain submissive. The Alphas won't call me on it. It's cold and flu season. We're bound to get sick from time to time. But, if the Alphas get angry, I'll take complete responsibility. I'll even put my promise in writing, if you want.”

I smiled. “I dod't thidk that will be decessary.”

“So that's one. What's your second condition then?”

“That I get to talk with your sub to be sure this is what he wadts. I trust you,” I added quickly. “Add I resbect you. I have doe reasod to believe you haved't beed truthful. But by resbodsibility here at the club is to look after our cliedts. I deed to hear frob hib that he actually wadts to get sick.”

Master Richard smiled. “You are incredible. D'you know that? Of course you can meet with him and get his consent first. I appreciate that you want to protect him. That's... that's exactly what you should do. But I know what he's going to say. This was his idea in the first place.” He took out his cell phone. I watched and listened carefully. “Hello? Hi, it's me. I know you were planning on coming in Friday night, but are you free tonight instead?” A pause. “Excellent. I've got a treat for you tonight and someone for you to meet.” Another pause. “I'll see you at eight-thirty then. I can't wait.” He hung up and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

“Do you have all your regulars' phode dubbers?”

He shook his head. “No. Nathaniel's the only one. Nathaniel's... well, he's special to me.”

“I guess he'd have to be if you're willig to cobe dowd with a cold for hib.” There was a little spark in his eye and I knew he was thinking that this wasn't just for his submissive; this was something he was going to enjoy as well. But he didn't say anything so neither did I. We were all entitled to our secrets here.

“Nathaniel will be here at eight-thirty,” he said, back to business. “I was planning on giving him a bit of attention and then bringing you in as a reward. You and he can have a chat right away before we start the scene. If you are satisfied he consents, you help me catch that cold in your nose while he watches. Does that sound all right to you?”

I nodded. That gave me time to have a decent nap, assuming the sneezes left me alone for long enough for me to fall asleep, and maybe even another bite to eat.

I Found Something! / Re: [Needs Clipped] Kyoukai no Rinne - Episode 70
« on: September 10, 2017, 10:29:48 PM »
Spiritual pepper. LOL!

Hot stuff. Another well-written chapter.

Thanks! Working on stories 3 and 4 at the moment. This series is definitely getting out of control. LOL

Woweee!! This was a very good way. ;D I really enjoyed this! I'm not usually big on kinky sneezing situations, or bondage. But MAN this was good. Loved the suspense, the desperation, and the descriptiveness of how Nathaniel enjoyed his nose being tickled.

Overall, very well written. Nice job!

Oh thank you! I'm glad you liked it, even if the situation isn't necessarily what you normally seek out. Nathaniel was fun to get to know, exploring his desire to be made to sneeze. I'm happy that you enjoyed reading that as well!

This is a very well-written piece! The subject matter is something a bit special to me - I think sneezing and the dom/sub theme go together quite nicely. And it's interesting to read this depiction of it, because I am still pretty unfamiliar with the whole BDSM world. Plus, a character finding out a fun new activity is a thing I enjoy a lot ;D

Your characterizations are really enjoyable to read, too. I think you blended the animal aspects of various species with human elements in a great way. It was a very fun read, thanks for sharing!

Thank you so much! I'm glad you thought that the Dom/sub dynamics and sneezing worked together well. I have enjoyed writing that with the added dynamics of a wolf pack thrown in. I'm SUCH a sucker for tight, supportive, bonded wolf packs. It's that whole found family appeal. It's getting a little addictive, writing them. I'm nearly done with the third story in the series. But, yeah, there are a million and a half different flavors of BDSM, so I have enjoyed doing some worldbuilding here to create a wolf pack-run club that's got its own unique culture. It's definitely not the only way BDSM can work, but I only care for SSC BDSM (safe, sane, and consensual) so I strive to make it a healthy environment for the Doms in the pack, the subs in the pack, and the clients as well to play.

And it was definitely fun to write a character exploring a new interest. I like the idea of Master Richard really wanting to know what it felt like for his sub... and then finding out he really likes the feeling is just icing on the cake. heehee I'm glad you liked his play!

I'm also glad you liked the characterizations. I worked hard on them. I identify as a sub, so writing from a Dom's perspective feels extremely foreign to me. That scene at the beginning with a handful of Doms was terrifying to write as I kept worrying they all sounded flat. It was definitely fun throwing in a few animal-specific characteristics, though. I'm so glad to hear that worked for you.

I'm not generally inclined towards BDSM; my sexuality seems to be coupled fairly firmly to peership.  But this is really well written, really compelling stuff, and I've found oodles here to like.

I must also mention how much I love playing with the "morphological variety" offered by furries / anthros, as you did here (most conspicuously in the porn mag paragraph).  I'm also fond of the occasional "animal tic" in these settings, as you had in a couple of places.

i.e.: I love your work.  This also goes for Understanding, which I think I failed to comment on.  Thank you very much for sharing these series, tarotgal!

(Also, I'm still geeking out that *the* tarotgal is here and writing furry-flavored sneeze smut XD )

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it, even though BDSM isn't your thing. I find the idea of characters with predefined expectations and roles very alluring. It's also a perfect excuse to throw an extra wrench like a sneeze fetish into the works. But I know the BDSM dynamics aren't for everyone, so I appreciate you reading it anyway and dropping me such an eloquent and encouraging note.

I really enjoy keeping a bit of an animal's instincts or nature in there when I write anthro characters. I'm still SUPER new to this writing of them, so I worry I go too far or write something that is too obscure or just doesn't work in their world. And I'm glad you liked the variety in the porn mag/fantasizing section. That was certainly fun, as were the Dom's stories. I definitely wanted it to feel like an all species welcome kind of place and kind of mindset.

Maisy and Jas are super special to me, so I'm thrilled you liked Understanding! (I desperately need a new plot bunny to come at me so I can write them again). I'm just happy to have a place to write and share this sort of thing with others who might like them! Thanks for letting me know you did :-)

Not a ton of actual sneezing in this story, but a lot of thinking/talking about it.

Title: Fantasies (Wolf Pack BDSM Club #2)
Author: tarotgal
Rating: R
Pairing: Wolf/Self (Male), Various Others (Male/Male)

Richard stood in the shower, letting the lukewarm water rain down upon him, soaking into his fur. Most wolves liked hot showers, no matter what the circumstance, but Richard preferred his to be only a few degrees above cool. Normally, he ran hot, so this way it not only cleaned but also calmed and soothed his body. And he definitely needed soothing tonight after what he'd been through. If he'd stayed in that scene much longer with that sub, he was fairly certain that he would have come all over the bunny rabbit he'd been with. And while that would have been kind of hot, it wouldn't have been at all professional. Imagine a Dom losing control in the middle of a scene? He'd be laughed right out of the pack. So he let the water rush down his body and subdue his erection before the others saw it.

There were five of them in the communal shower at the moment. The club had been busy lately; the services of the wolf pack were in high demand. Richard loved the feeling of being needed like this, all those subs hungry for someone to take them down coming to the pack to have their needs met. He loved breaking in a new sub, figuring out whether to guide him along with a collar and gentle lead or to teach him obedience with a flat palm to the ass before building him back up again. Every sub was a new adventure. Every sub was a challenge. But tonight's sub had been... something else altogether.

He kept going through it in his mind. The utter helplessness that sub felt just from something as simple as Richard's feather. The congestion in his voice, though he still said 'thag you, sir' every time Richard made it worse. The way a sneeze ripped right through his furry body, shaking him, taking him over, yet making his cock rise. The way he'd sneezed so much and felt so good, he'd sneezed himself right into the ultimate mindset a sub could have. Richard wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it. But what he'd seen had been thrilling.

Reaching forward, Richard turned the shower's temperature from lukewarm to squarely in the cool category. And then, when that didn't work, he grit his teeth and turned it all the way to cold. Shivering, he felt his urges die down finally, completely. He just hoped that they would stay that way long enough for him to get to his bedroom. Maybe if he didn't think about what he'd done tonight with the rabbit, he'd manage to make it through without his cock springing to attention again.

After turning off the water and giving a good shake, Richard grabbed his towel and headed out of the shower, toward the row of open lockers. He was shivering even more now, the cold water replaced with a cold room temperature. He was tempted to hop back into the shower and turn it warm just long enough to stop shivering, but it would be easier to just hurry up and get changed.

By the time he reached his locker and was pulling clothing out to put on, several of his wolf pack brothers had finished their showers as well and were on their ways over to do likewise. Normally, Richard loved this part of the night. He loved talking about their experiences. Sometimes someone would share something so hot he knew just by his packmates' faces that they'd all be going back to their rooms and jerking off to the image of it. And sometimes someone would share something so sweet he'd go back to his room and just lie there, wishing he could have been the one with that experience. There was nothing like being with a genuinely submissive man who just knew instinctively what to do and how to please you. That was the sort of heady pleasure a Dom loved... and that was what he'd had so unexpectedly presented to him tonight.

And tonight Richard just wanted to head off to bed right away. He didn't want to talk about what he'd done with the rabbit or what it had meant to him. Not only was there the risk of a visible erection, but the others would probably laugh and make fun of something so strange that Richard had found to be so hot and erotic. So Richard tried to dress quickly so he could make a quick retreat.

“Oh my God, boys, you will not believe what happened with the sub I had tonight!” Derek said, lying down on the bench in the middle of the room. He stretched out on his back, tail wet and dripping still from the shower, paws under his head, eyes staring up at the ceiling dreamily, dick stirring with arousal.

“Spill it,” said Andy, his words muffled by the towel he was rubbing all over his head to dry it. When he finished drying off, he threw the towel at Derek and it landed across his middle. It didn't take more than a few seconds for the erection to rise more firmly underneath the towel. “I could use a good story after what I went through tonight.”

“Okay,” Leon said, emerging from the showers himself, trailing drips across the tile floor behind him. “Now I want to hear both your stories, but Derek goes first.”

Derek grinned. He loved being the center of attention. Most Doms did, of course. There was nothing like a good scene to boost to inflate an already big ego even more. “Okay, so I had a submissive tonight who was a hairless cat.”

“Ew!” Andy made a face. “All that wrinkled skin? Do you find that attractive?”

“Not normally I don't,” Derek said, winking down at his erection. “But I'm a professional. A job's a job. A sub's a sub. He had a handsome face, too, with a dark black nose and bright eyes. Whiskers for days. But the biggest ears I've ever seen on a cat. I mean, I thought the guy might have been have fennec fox in disguise or something!” He laughed. “Anyway, in the scene we were playing, he kept crossing me at every turn. I'd tell him to lick my boots, and he'd just start washing himself, blasé and happy as you please. I'd instruct him to lie down on his back so I could work on his tummy, and he would stretch and arch his back and curl up on the floor with his tail wrapped around his body. Every time I gave him an order, he would immediately disobey it. I knew what he was up to, but was kind of infuriating, actually. And the guy seemed to love watching me lose my cool. He kept pushing every limit and pressing every one of my buttons until I just snapped. I grabbed him, laid him across my lap, and gave his ass a firm whack with the flat of my paw to show him who was in charge.

“He gave this ear-splitting yowl and then went limp against me. Of course, that's what he'd been after the whole time. I could feel his need just then to be controlled, to be reprimanded. You know when you get a sub who's just dripping with the need to be shown his place?” Every wolf in the room nodded. Richard's paw twitched, knowing that feeling all too well and knowing what was going to happen in the story. He loved when a sub really wanted to be taken down.

“So I delivered to him the spanking of his lifetime. Every hit was careful and planned—not too much in one area, working around the tail, not too far down the haunches. The cat continued to yowl, softer than before, continuous, voicing his protest. You know how mouthy some cats can be.” They all nodded again. “So I kept spanking until he went silent. And that's when I noticed it.”

“What?” asked William, emerging from the showers now, pausing to shake the water off naturally, rather than using a towel. “What did you notice?”

Derek explained, “There was a flush everywhere my paw had hit. His whole backside was this lovely light red color. Without fur to cover it up, I could actually see pawmarks I'd made. It was warm to the touch, too. It was a thing of beauty. A masterpiece.”

From the look of that tented towel, Derek thought it was more than just beautiful. And Richard had to admit to himself that picture of a red ass was pretty delicious. Not quite the treat that he'd had in his scene tonight, but certainly something hot just the same.

Derek's paw reached down, toying a little at the towel as if he wanted to sneak right under there and give himself some release in front of all of them. It wouldn't have been the first time. But then his paws were back under his head again, elbows bent on either side. “Boys, I am telling you: you haven't lived until you've given a hairless cat's ass a good spanking. I highly recommend it. It's totally bucket list worthy.”

Grinning, Leon turned to Andy, arms crossed over his chest. “Your turn.”

But Andy shook hid head. “It's nothing, really.”

Which meant it was most definitely something.

Leon's grin widened. “Well, if it's nothing, it should be a quick and easy story to tell. Go on.”

Resignedly, Andy leaned back against his locker, as if it might swallow him up and allow him to avoid this. Knowing all too well what it felt like to have an experience he didn't want to share, Richard didn't press him, but he didn't bail his pack mate out either. Drawing attention to himself would be the worst thing he could do just now, so he kept quiet. Besides, he was a little curious.

Andy plucked at his sleeveless undershirt, black against his gray fur, in complete contrast to his white boxer shorts. “Okay,” he started, reluctant but ready. He had to have known telling this story was inevitable. “There were these twin geese...”

“Oh God,” Leon said, throwing a paw up in the air. “Already you've got the best opening to a story ever. Twins?” Plenty of animals had twin brothers and sisters; larger litters weren't uncommon either. But for two brothers to not only both be gay but also both have an interest in BDSM and identify as submissives... well, that was something unusual and unique to be sure. In all his years at the club, Richard had never seen that. “Please do go on.”

Andy sighed but continued his story. “I had a long discussion with them about what they wanted. Then we began the scene. Everything was going well. I had beak clamps on both of them and I was working them over with a riding crop, just teasing one and then moving to the other. From their reactions, I couldn't tell which they liked better: the physical sensation of the leather tickling lightly against their feathers or the denial of touch when I moved from one sub to work on the other. They were both rocking and humming, and I didn't want to push them too far, of course. It was my first time with them and I didn't know their tells and signals yet. We'd worked out a visual cue, as they couldn't safe word out of the scene, so I kept an eye out for that.

“I kept working on them, going back and forth. And I think I was doing a pretty good job, if I do say so myself. They were enjoying it. But then one of the geese liked it a little too much. He stiffened up and shook his wings, and I thought for a moment he was going to come. I pulled back immediately, not wanting to push the goose that far. But he wasn't coming. He was laying an egg.”

“What?!” Derek and Leon both exclaimed, shocked.

“Turns out, they weren't brothers. They were brother and sister.”

Everyone howled with laughter, even Richard, allowing himself to relax a little. He still wanted to make his escape as soon as possible, without arousing suspicion, so that no one would ask him about his night. But he loved this time together with his pack, listening to stories, being close.

“Honestly, I think we're going to need better help at the front desk,” Andy said, laughing.

“Oh, you bite your tongue!” William said with a slight slap to Andy's muzzle. “Mrs. J is the best! Besides, it's not like you noticed either, and you had them with their clothes off, didn't you?”

Andy nodded. “Yeah, but they were still covered in feathers!”

Everyone laughed again, but Richard found his mind wandering at the mention of feathers. His mind flashed back to his own time with a feather tonight. The way his sub's nose had twitched wildly from his expert tickling. The way his sub had sneezed and sneezed, pulling tight at his bonds but unable to break free, unable to rub at his nose... that had been unbelievably hot. And it was all due to to one feather and Richard's instincts as a Dom.

“I think Richard's got a story to tell,” came Leon's playful tone. “Look at that faraway look in his eyes.”

“He had a good one tonight!” William agreed with a bark. “Share?” William assumed the role of a Dom in the club most nights, but really he was a switch. And when he looked at you with those pretty, pleading eyes, it was hard for any Dom to resist him.

But this was private. This had made him feel something he didn't usually feel. He felt like going straight to his room and jerking off. All that excitement and pressure were building in him. If he didn't take care of himself soon, he was going to explode. And that made him think of all those sneezes exploding out of that rabbit tonight. So uncontrollable. So helpless. So erotic.

“Oh, now you've definitely got to share!” Leon poked him in the side.

Richard felt warmth fill his face and race down his body. His pack just wouldn't understand how hot it had been. He didn't think he could stand them laughing at what had been such a good experience.

But maybe there was some middle ground. “I had a first time sub.”

“Like usual,” said Derek. “Go on.”

“He was here to play out a fetish I'd never heard of before,” he told his packmates. He'd been nervous about that, but he didn't admit that to his packmates. “This rabbit was a born submissive. He took to it naturally, wanting to please me and prove to me he could take whatever I dished out. So we played using his fetish and he got so worked up he...”

“Laid an egg?” Andy suggested.

“Came?” William asked.

“Slipped into subspace,” Richard finished.

“No!” He'd gotten Leon's attention now. “His first time out?”

“Yep. It was a thing of beauty. As soon as he got there, I stopped paying with him. I kept reassuring him that he was all right and he just beamed at me blissfully. I helped him down off the apparatus and wrapped him up tight in my arms until he came out of it on his own. He was so close to slipping back in, I had to keep talking to him to keep him engaged in the world and what was going on.”

“You gonna see him again?” asked Derek.

“I hope so. I'd love to see if I could get him to that point again or if that was just beginner's luck.” This wasn't poker or bowling though. There wasn't that much luck involved. This was about dynamics and play and sexuality and things so innate and personal there weren't even words to describe them.

Leon looked a little jealous, like he'd be happy to jump in and snatch the sub up from underneath him. “So what was the rabbit's fetish? You never said.” 

“No, I didn't,” Richard said, smiling. “Goodnight, fellas.” With that, he sauntered out of the room. Down the hallway, he could still hear them howling and barking out his name, calling him back. But Richard made his escape, climbing up the two flights of stairs to the top floor where all the tops' bedrooms were. He ducked into his room and immediately locked the door after himself.

He grabbed a beer and a sandwich from his minifridge, crashing onto his bed so hard he bounced for a few seconds. He knew if he didn't snack on something now, he'd regret it later, but his erection was hard to deny. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans to give himself some freedom. He wolfed down the sandwich in five bites, but he took his time with the beer.

He stroked his dick through his underwear, remembering the sneezy look on his sub's face. It wasn't something he'd ever thought could be remotely sexy, but the rabbit had acted as though it were the most wonderful sensation he'd ever felt. The overwhelming mix of desperation and pleasure had been enough to push him over the edge. And while Richard wasn't interested in being in subspace, he was interested in knowing how good it must have felt. He was aroused. And he was curious.

Richard set the nearly empty bottle of beer down on the nightstand and raised his paw, sharp claws at the ready. He slid his paw under the pillowcase and took a few swipes at the pillow beneath. Once it was opened, he pulled out a little of the insides. The feathers in his pillow weren't the long kind he used when playing with subs. They were just a white mess, with nothing to hold onto on one end and no strong point to tickle with on the other. But they were exceedingly soft and fluffy against his pads, and he had a feeling they would still be useful.

He grabbed his beer for another sip and then shoved his jeans down to his ankles. With one paw at his crotch and the other flat out with the feathers, he took a deep breath in and out. He was ready. His body throbbed with curiosity and anticipation. Then he buried his muzzle in the fluffy feathers and nuzzled them, inhaling deeply through his nose.

Immediately, his nostrils flared as the feathery fluff tickled his nose. He felt the tiny little things on the outside and just inside his nose as well, tickling, fluttering, teasing. He took a sharp breath in through his nose and a few of the smaller pieces went in deeper where they weren't supposed to be.

His nose began to run and his eyes began to water from the irritation. His breath hitched and eyes closed. A great shudder tore through his whole body, and he stroked at his dick the whole while. “uhhhhh... uh-huhhhhhhhhhh!” His body jumped and trembled in place, and he was compelled to sit up and lean forward, his paw cupped to his nose to keep the feathers there, tickling, even though tingles running down his arm tried to tell him to pull them away or he might sneeze.

Oh, but he felt like he needed to sneeze so badly now! He fought his instincts telling him to get rid of the irritant. He nuzzled more into them and breathed them against his twitching nostrils. “Uhhhhh!” He rocked forward, trying to ease the sneeze out. His tongue lolled loosely out of his mouth as he panted. “Huhhhh! Uhhhhhh! UHHHH!” He felt the ticklish feeling magnify and take hold. “UHHHHHHH! UH HUH HUHHH-IHHPTTSHXXXTTTTTTT!” He sneezed, spraying into his paw.

His eager dick pulsed and jumped in his hand as the sneeze struck, bringing with it a wave of relief so great he smiled as he sighed. Precome leaked from his dick, so he spread it around the head and the knot that was starting to form. Spreading the slickness around made him want to go ahead and thrust into his fist, but he didn't want to jump to that part yet. He still had more sneezing he wanted to do.

Getting a sneeze out, when his nose felt so terribly ticklish, really had felt so good. He thought he understood why the rabbit might have liked it so much. But it left him with a paw full of soggy feathers and a sniffle in his nose. Tissues. He had to have tissues in here somewhere. Making a fist with his wet paw and pressing it to his muzzle in case his nose dripped, he started a search. Usually he kept a box on his nightstand, but the only things on it right now was the plate his sandwich had been on, his alarm clock, and a collection of empty beer bottles. Sometimes a box got lost in his bed. He liked to swirl blankets and pillows around each night before he slept, so sometimes a tissue box got caught up in the mix. He felt around with his good hand, checking under pillows and shaking out parts of blankets. But there were no tissues. Finally, it occurred to him to check his nightstand drawers for the extra box he usually had stashed there next to the rest of his supplies—batteries, a bottle of lube, a couple dildos, a butt plug, and his favorite porn mags.

Sure enough, there was an unopened tissue box. So he ripped off the cardboard top and pulled out a few tissues. He wiped his hand and collected the feathers into the tissue before tossing the whole wad at the trash can by his bedroom door. Then he took out another tissue and wiped his nose with it. He hadn't done this with the rabbit until the end, really. He hadn't wanted to risk doing anything that might make that adorable pink nose stop tickling. But now Richard wondered how miserable and full that poor nose must have felt, all wet and tickly and runny without a tissue during so much of their session. He felt his dick leaking again, throbbing with need.

He tried to ignore it, knowing that he was already so worked up that even a little bit of rubbing would probably be enough to make him come. He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand, but he couldn't remember what time it had been when he'd started doing this. Not that it mattered. He'd been working up to this since halfway through his session with that sub anyway.

His gaze dropped down to the still open drawer, and he eyed the porn magazines. He didn't definitely need them... but suddenly he wanted them. He grabbed the top one, a publication about rebellious submissives, and started flipping through it. Picture after picture of subs waiting to be put in their place looked up at him with fire and need in their eyes. And he couldn't help but wonder for the first time what it would be like to take a feather to their noses. He'd tease the squished little nose of that Persian cat until its whole body shook with cough-like sneezes. Or he'd be all over the huge nose of that hippo, the feather so small in comparison that it would slip easily inside and tickle so mercilessly that he'd sneeze and sneeze and sneeze without stopping. Maybe Richard would even be able to fit a finger or two in such a large nose, tickling the sensitive insides with his furry paws. Or maybe he'd sink into a hot tub with that alligator, the water mixed with pepper so it would come up sneezing helplessly, needing to be held tight in Richard's arms. Or he'd tickle the end of that elephant's trunk, a handful of fluffy white feathers against the pink, holding them there until the elephant's trunk started to wrinkle and tremble, until he had to cradle it against his chest to contain the powerfully strong sneeze that would come out. Richard went from page to page, imagining all sorts of ways to make them all sneeze, to make them all helpless before him, to force them all to submit to him.

As his imagination ran away with him, he couldn't resist any longer. He kicked off the remainder of his clothes, lay back on a pile of pillows, legs spread, his favorite position for jerking off. He rubbed his balls, massaging a little with the pads of his paw. Then he took his dick in his paw and started stroking. The sensation felt fantastic, like little bits of energy pulsating in his needy dick and up throughout his body. With this other hand, he grabbed for the pillow he'd mutilated earlier. He pulled it to his chest then lifted it higher, ripping it open a little more. His stroking quickened with anticipation. He was sure he now knew why the rabbit had liked this so much. Just knowing you were going to be helplessly sneezing in a moment was an intoxicating feeling, and Richard wasn't even the type who liked being out of control. He liked being the controller. But there was something about forcing this on himself that pushed all his buttons in a way he'd never expected. So he took a deep breath in and then out again before sticking his muzzle into the opening.

At once, his nose was assaulted by tiny feathers. They tickled from all directions, a few getting into his nose when he breathed in but most fluttering against his nose from the outside. It was all too much for him. His eyes fluttered closed and his chest rose and fell with mighty, building gasps. “Uhhhh uhhhhhh huhhhhhhhh UHHHH-TCHOOO! HUHH HUHH-SHOO! HEHPTCHHOOO! UHHH-HIHSHOOOO!”  He pulled his nose out, feeling it dripping and twitching, and he swapped the pillow for a few tissues. But there were still some feathers stuck in his nose, and the cool air of his bedroom sent his tickling nose straight into another fit. “UHHHH-HIHSHHHH! UHHHHTChooo! HEPTTSCHOOOO! Uhhh uhhhhhhh UHHHHHHH....” He wavered, feeling so close—so close all over. His eyes were closed as he pressed the tissues to his nose. They felt wet in his paw. Wet like... oh God... here it came!

“IHH HUHHHH HUHSHHXXXXXTTTT!” He sneezed into what remained of the tissues. His knot throbbed in his fist. His hips bucked upward so violently and involuntarily he almost lost hold of his dick. Copious amounts of come shot from his dick to splatter his bed and his belly. “HUHSHoooo!” He sneezed again, his body jerking even as his dick kept shooting his load. This was what he'd been after all night, and he was determined to enjoy every second of the sensation. He turned his face to the side and groaned happily into his pillow, the image of the rabbit springing into his mind as his release concluded.

Finally, his hands let go and arms went slack. His panting slowed. He felt so tired he almost didn't want to open his eyes, but he knew he must. Exhausted, Richard still managed to gather enough energy to reach down and wipe off with the same tissues he'd been using to wipe his nose. Then he swirled his blankets around, making a nest out of them on the mattress. On his hands and knees, he turned around in a circle in the middle and then decided the best place to lay his head and collapse into comfort. He was asleep in seconds, and he snored all night long.


When Richard arrived at breakfast the next morning, a steaming cup of tea was thrust at him. Not known to be a morning wolf, he took a sip, thinking it was coffee, and made a face when he was surprised by the fact that it wasn't. “What's this?” he asked, his voice low, husky.

One of the prep subs in the pack, Howl, smiled sheepishly at him as he returned to the stove to check on the state of the bacon and eggs. “I heard you sneezing a lot last night. I figured you must be coming down with something. Tea's the best thing for that.” He quickly gestured to the coffee pot. “But I do have coffee ready, of course, if you want it instead.”

Richard smiled and shook his head. He took another sip of tea. Now that he knew what to expect, he took another sip of the tea. It wasn't half bad, actually. “I'll be fine with this,” he said, noticing how rough and thick with congestion his voice was. He had fallen asleep last night without clearing his nose after all those sneezes; no wonder he sounded stuffed-up now. And his nose did feel tender to the touch. He'd given it quite the workout. And he bet that bunny's cute little nose was feeling exactly the same right now. That thrilled him a little bit to think about. He loved the idea of subs carrying his marks the next day, reminding them constantly of what he'd done to them.

“Did you have any good subs last night?” Howl asked, coming to sit on the other side of the long wooden table, opposite Richard.

Richard held the tea to his lips, breathing in the steam that seemed to loosen his congestion a bit. He sniffed and rubbed his sleeve across his nose. Then he sniffed again and nodded. “Yeah. I had a pretty special one I'm not going to forget any time soon”

Howl got a dreamy look in his eyes. Pack members did not fraternize sexually; not mixing business with pleasure was pack rule number one. But that didn't mean they couldn't fantasize a little from time to time. And Richard had always thought Howl might have a little crush on him. It was hard to tell, though, because of the sub's drive to please. Maybe he was like this with all the Doms.

Richard looked around, his ears twitching, wanting to make sure he and Howl were alone. He dropped his voice to a whisper, just in case. “To tell you the truth, he was so special it turned me on. I could barely contain myself. And when I got back to my room, I had to jerk off at once.”

Howl ducked his head and shifted in his seat, looking embarrassed and shy about finding that statement so hot. “Did... did you think of the sub when you touched yourself?”

“Oh, did I ever! But my mind's usually all over the place when I take myself in hand. Whatever gets me there, you know?”

Howl bounced in his seat excitedly. “And what...” He stopped himself, clapping a hand over his muzzle, wearing a horrified expression on his face. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn't be asking personal questions like these. Please forgive me?”

Flashing his teeth with a grin, Richard replied, “I'm the one sharing too much. Not to worry.” He drank some more tea. It felt soothing against his throat and warm in his belly. His body tingled. Maybe too much. Richard grabbed a plate and loaded up on proteins and carbs from the spread on the table. With the plate in one hand and the rest of the tea in the other, Richard rose from the table. He usually ate breakfast with whatever pack members were awake,  loving the sense of family they had here at the club, but he was feeling kind of horny again after just this brief discussion, and he longed for the privacy of his room. He just hoped he could keep the feathers from the pillow he'd ripped open out of his food and mug. “Thanks for the breakfast, Howl. I appreciate it.” He stood, meaning to go, but he hesitated a moment. “Hey, I'm kind of curious, though. How'd you hear my sneezes last night?”

The bedrooms belonging to pack submissives were on a different floor of the building entirely. Had his sneezes been so loud they could be heard all the way downstairs?

Howl looked embarrassed again. He looked down at his toast, slathered in jam. “I was doing a load of laundry and was passing by. I...” he trailed off, not certain he wanted to admit this.

“What? I won't be mad, pup.”

“I didn't have my ear to your door, I swear it. But I might have... stood outside for a few minutes, listening. You were sneezing a lot. I thought you must be coming down with something. I was worried about you and wondering if I should knock and ask if you needed anything. When I heard you, um, moan a little, I decided I shouldn't intrude.”

Richard smiled warmly, trying to put him at ease. “Aw, thanks, Howl. You're sweet. And I'm okay, really. Just had something stuck in my nose.” Because I shoved it up there myself so I would sneeze my head off on purpose, he thought but certainly didn't say out loud.

“Oh, okay.” Howl nodded. “If you ever need help with something like that again, let me know. I'd be happy to... um... help you.”

Raising the plate a little higher and then raising the mug as well, Richard nodded. “You already help a lot. Thanks for breakfast.”

Howl looked a little let down, maybe a little defeated, maybe a little lonely. Poor pup.

But Richard's erection was back in full force and he really needed to rub one out. “Hey... last night after you listened to me a little... did you...” he trialed off. This wasn't at all appropriate to ask. Howl might have been a sub, but he wasn't Richard's sub. “Never mind.” He turned to leave.

“I did,” Howl whispered. Then he ducked his head, ears flat back, and busied himself straightening the serving plates of food on the table.

Richard took his leave, hurrying back to his room. The idea of touching himself while sneezing and thinking about the massive sneezing fits that submissive rabbit had had from Master Richard's techniques had turned him on immensely. But the idea of a submissive listening to him sneeze and moan with pleasure then jerking off to the memory of those sounds was even hotter. Richard groaned to himself and quickened his pace. It wouldn't do to go off in his jeans in the middle of the hallway with his breakfast in hand and the pepper shaker he swiped from the table under his arm. 

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