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[F + M (Non-Anthro) + Warcraft] A Cure for Volpin
« on: November 12, 2016, 10:24:42 AM »
So...

Many of you may be rather surprised by this one, given that I am not known for writing. But, I made a promise to myself. If-and-when I managed to acquire the fox mount in WoW, I would use that inspiration to create a sneeze story. I thought long and hard about this, and you might find it to be a little non-standard. The reason for that is that it's not written explicitly as a sneeze story. It's actually meant to be a good story and adventure in its own right. It just happens to contain a moderate amount of sneezing. I've always felt this is the best way to write a fetish story. Start with a strong core idea, and then let the story flow on its own.

When I started this out, I only had a really vague idea of how this would play out. I knew a few key moments I wanted to include, but how I was going to reach them wasn't something I had worked out before hand. Once I started writing, however, I was able to use my memories from playing the game to create a vivid mental image of what was happening, and from that, I was able to guide the story to where it hit all of the goals without the characters taking any action that felt awkward or sudden. I also consider it good writing to include random remarks that make the reader smile, even if they aren't explicitly part of the plot itself.

I hope my writing here can be a good lesson to others for the stories they craft. Overall, it took about 3 hours to write once I sat down to work. I made sure to keep focused until I was done, too. As I do not typically (ever? XD) take the time to write, I hope I will at least get a few comments to let me know what others thought.

For those that know very little about World of Warcraft, you can use these links to feel more involved in the story:
Volpin - Male fox - http://www.wowhead.com/npc=112443/volpin / http://www.wowhead.com/spell=171850/llothien-prowler#modelviewer:10+0
'Shelly' - Female Worgen - http://www.wowhead.com/worgen / http://www.wowhead.com/transmog-set=425/nightsong-garb-recolor#modelviewer:22+1
Emerald Dream - http://www.wowhead.com/zone=7979/emerald-dreamway#screenshots:id=542139
Faerie Dragon - http://www.wowhead.com/npc=39921/faerie-dragon#modelviewer:10+0

PS: I think I managed to break my own tagging system for stories. I've mixed things that have never been mixed! Haha.




"Heh... Hruuh-ksssshhh!" Another sneeze echos through the quiet emerald forest of the Dream. "Huh KRRSHHH, Ksshhoo!" Their source, a large red fox, currently being ridden by an equally large wolf.

"There, there, Volpin. We'll find the fruit, I'm sure of it." The Worgen Druid, Shelly, reaches forward to massage the top of the fox's muzzle. "This is the best I can do for right now," she tells him, urging him forward through the mixed shades of green surrounding them. Since the Worgen's curse struck her, she's been far more empathetic towards the magnitude and urgency of the tickles that can course through a long snout like her's. When she learned her new mount Volpin was plagued by hayfever, she knew she had to find a way to help him if a chance presented itself.

A little while back, she had helped Cenarius to cleanse the threat of the Emerald Nightmare from the Dream. Following a hunch, she had turned to him to help her new friend. With his knowledge of the Dream and its verdant life forces, she thought that perhaps a cure could be found within. He told Shelly of a fruit whose juices could help create long-lasting anti-histamines in the creature who eats it, and gave her directions to a clearing several miles into the woods.

With her Druidic training, she has long wanted to explore the Emerald Dream, and with Cenarius' blessing, she set off down the path with Volpin and is enjoying the sights in-between the poor fox's sudden sneezing fits. They seem to have been even worse since coming into the Dream, likely due to the strength of the Nature energies running through the land. The air itself seems to swirl and dance, both with mana and with pollen.

Her mount slows his pace again, facing another bout of sneezes. This time around Shelly leans forward and gives his nose a gentle but firm rub. "You try to hold those in, Volpin, or we'll be forever in reaching that clearing!" She chastises him and he gives a small chuff in reply, and with a small energetic leap forward his pace returns to normal. There will be time for exploration later, she thinks, but for now it's best I help Volpin out.

The path ahead winds up a large hill, and the wolfess knows that just past that should be the clearing, off to the left. To her right, a stream flows, waterfall splashing just out of sight around the bend of the land. The pair head up the hill, doubling back along the slow slope of the path. Volpin gives a small whimper and snort as he fights to clear his nose. It seems to be bothering him all of the sudden.

When they come up to a height they can see the field, it's clear what that something is likely to be. In the field shimmer a large patch of flowers, each one brimming with magic and shifting through many hues, painting the field into a wondrous rainbow. The one thing not changing in color is the bright patch of yellow in the center of each one.

Before Shelly can even scan the field for her objective, Volpin comes to a full stop and thrusts his muzzle into the air. "H-h-huhh... Heh-heh, hruuuhhhh-KSHHHOO!" His muzzle changes direction and points straight down to the ground, creating a small dust cloud. With a visible shudder down the top of his snout, he points it up in the air again, nostrils flared outward. "Huh hruuhhh~! HUSKKkkkkssssoo! Kshhhh, kkkshhh, kkssshhoo!" Volpin wobbles a little from the strength of the sneezes, enough that Shelly worries she'll fall off. This field is certainly bad news for the poor hayfever-ridden vulpine.

She pulls out her mystic pack and finds a fairly clean but ultimately worthless robe, pulls it out, and slices it apart with her weapon. "Hold still, Volpin sweetie, hold still." After giving the top of his muzzle another massage, and rubbing his nose, she fashions a small mask to dangle across his snout. It's not much, tailoring isn't really her forte, but it's at least better than nothing. She gives her mount a reassuring scratch between the ears before urging him towards the clearing.

Thankfully, her own snout remains irritation-free, and she takes a moment to look around the area for her objective. While the flowers do not produce any light, the amount of color variance as she sets her eyes across the field is almost overwhelming. And no, Worgen do not have any trouble in seeing colors, wherever you heard that rumor from. That said, her objective is proving somewhat illusive.

For the time being, she guides Volpin around the edge of the clearing, keeping him from setting out into the flowers. No sense in making things worse when she isn't sure yet where the fruit even is. Cenarius said she'd know it when she saw it but that's about the worst guidance that can be given. At least he gave clear enough instructions to reach this far.

"Heh-hih... HRIIKSSSHHHhh..." Another sneeze from the fox underneath her. The mask is helping, but only barely. With a feeling of urgency, she remains focused on the field. A faerie dragon catches her eyes, and she follows its fluttering. It floats towards a hazy portion of the field where several more faerie dragons are floating around. These critters are mostly harmless, and full of as many colors as the flowers themselves. It's no wonder she didn't see them earlier.

As they continue to circle the edge of the clearing, the haze separates enough to reveal a collection of bushes underneath where the critters are fluttering around at. She can just manage to see what looks like fruit before the haze blocks her vision again. "Hoi, that Cenarius, he could have told me it was by the little fae's. I'll have to let him know his directions after the field were rubbish," she mutters, half to Volpin, and half to herself. Not that she would dare criticize someone as respected as Cenarius, even being an Archdruid herself.

"Alright, Volpin, it's time to head in. I'm almost certain that's where the fruit is," right there in the middle of all of those flowers, she adds silently. Poor sweet fox. First he is tormented and chased by those Nightborne hunters, and now that he has left his territory with me, he's encountering all these new plants that are causing havoc on his sinuses.

A squeeze to his sides keeps Volpin moving cautiously forward, careful not to agitate the colorful flowers with the bright yellow center. He keeps his nose pointed forward, and his legs stretched. As the two come closer to the swirling haze, two faerie dragons become four, and four become eight. It seems they've made a nest of the bush that holds their objective. Curious and playful, they being to flutter about overhead, sparkling dust falling from their wings.

The haze lifts, and the tangled viney bush comes into view. It's far less colorful than the field it makes its home in, seeming almost plain and out of place. If it weren't for the faerie dragons, then this probably would have been as easy as Cenarius implied it would be. Unworried about the dainty creatures flying around her head, Shelly guides the fox towards the plant. Home to about a dozen darters, they are all singing of welcoming and curiosity.

When they reach the nest, the fluffy Worgen carefully slides off her mount. She gives him a scratch between the ears (Oh, does that feel wonderful~!) and moves to rummage around in the vines for a fruit large enough to be useful. Unfortunately, in the world of adventuring, things are never as easy as you would hope. Volpin's muzzle gives a sniffle. He's waiting patiently at the edge of the bush, and it's clear the pollen isn't giving him a break.

As she rummages, Shelly hears a soft whimper behind her. A single fey has decided it is fond of the cloth used for Volpin's mask, and has landed on his snout and is attempting to remove it. "Good boy, Volpin. Stay still. It'll be okay," she urges worryingly. Faerie dragons can be unpredictable when panicked, and she can already see his nose wiggling desperately. She turns back around to resume her search, sticking her head underneath a new section of vines.

At last, she's found what she was looking for. As she crawls out from under the bush, as she does, the fox's muzzle is suddenly thrust into the air, having reached its limit. "HUH! HRUUKSSSSHHH!" A loud, chuffing sneeze emits from the large fox, and the sprites are spooked! They zip back and forth, the dust from their wings rains down from above. Moving quickly to protect her mount, she leans her body across his head and shields him from the attack.

If it's not one thing, it's another. The pollen may have been forgiving on Shelly's sinuses, but she doesn't have the same luck with the fey dust. Almost immediately, the tickles crawl up her broad muzzle. "Hiiiih-... Hold on... Hi-hiiih~... Hold on Volpin. Ahhh.... I'll tahh... Try to cahhh~lm them. Hiih, hahhh... HAHKshhhuu~! Ehh~... so tickly," she says into Volpin's ears after getting them just a little bit wet. She follows it with an audible sniff that helped far less than she had hoped.

Thinking quickly, she works to try to soothe them. A challenge proving especially difficult at the moment, with her concentration divided more than she would care. It's surprising how much an itch across the muzzle can disrupt your concentration, when tanking hoards of the Burning Legion all out for your blood can barely manage to affect your focus. She can't help but watch her own nose twitch and tingle as the faerie dragons continue to pelt the two with dust.

Another sneeze starts to coax its way out. Her lips curl, as impulse takes hold, breaking her concentration completely. "Ihhh, hiiiih! HIIIIH!" Her own nose turns to the sky, an almost irresistible impulse. "HIIAAHHKkkchww...!" The wolf's nose comes back down into the fox's thick neck fur as it expulses air from its passageways. Unfortunately, that same fur was as coated with the dust as her own, and an inhale following that changed the situation from bad to worse.

What was once a moderate tickle, was now a fiery storm, stretching all the way back into her long snout. "Hhheh hahhhh HIIH-HAHH~!" Her nose pulls back to each side as she tries to wiggle away the tickle. "Hah HAAH-... Oi, cut a woma-hhhh, woman some slaa-hhhh, slack! HAH!" She curses inwardly at the feeling, as it unleashes its fury. "HIIHkkchhuu, HIIkchuuuuu, hih-hih-HIIH-- KSHHUU!" A fine spray floats up and behind Volpin, who has been kept safe from the dust thus far, shielded by the Worgen woman's ample bosom.

Following the strong fit, Shelly reaches forward to rub her snout, only to remember she still holds the fruit. For a sliver of a moment, she contemplates consuming it. If she does, she can easily regain control of the situation. But then, what of poor Volpin? The bush looked to have very few fruits, nevermind any large and ripe enough to lend their curative abilities. And the Dream is a huge place! Would she even be able to find another for him? No, she couldn't eat the fruit for herself.

Her snout gives another twinge, a new wave of agitation coursing through it. "Hih... hih hih!!!" She pants and heaves as the strength of the irritant leaves her dazed. She squeezes against Volpin and braces herself for another fit. "HiihchIEW! Hiih hiihCHIEW! Hihh... hih hehhhh... haaaah HAHH... HRAACHIEEW! Dang it, this is maddening!" Above, the faerie dragons continue to dart about, and though the dust they are defending themselves with has lessened, they are still quite angry with the noise and intrusion.

Suddenly, the fox decides he's had enough of the angry song and squawk, and takes it upon himself to protect his new master. With the Worgen holding on tight, he bucks downward, and slings her up and over his shoulder. Taking the hint, Shelly rolls with the motion and gets herself positioned on his saddle. "Heh hiiih-! Hurry up, Volpin, get us out of here. HIIHCHHHhh~" She orders him forward with a squeeze, letting loose a misty sneeze into the wind as she hunkers down against his body and tries to keep steady on the beast.

He dashes out towards the road without concern for his own health, trampling flower after flower in his path, nose slamming through a steady wall of yellow pollen. The sticky stuff clings into his fur, practically changing his color. His footsteps begin to stumble, and his eyes sink as his vision clouds with moisture. Shelly reaches forward and puts her paw over his muzzle, pinching his nostrils closed, and keeping a firm grip at her hips to stay on.

The twitches she feels in his nose feel like they are reverberating into her own. Her own eyes already struggle to see, but her other senses confirm that around half of the sprites are continuing to follow them. "Hiih-kkkshhu!" A sneeze shudders through her. With one hand holding the prized fruit, and the other clamped around Volpin's nose, she threatens to lose her balance. "Hiih HIIIH! HIIHKSHHUU!!" Another sneeze, even stronger. She quickly decides which hand is more important, and abandons her helping grip on her mount's muzzle. By this point they are nearly out of the field and back to the road.

However, without the extra pressure, Volpin's nose is now the one struggling the most. His eyes shut, his footing starts to fail, and the sneezing fit finally takes hold of him. "Huh-ksshh, huhhh-KSHHH, HHR-KSHHH-KSSHH, EH-KSHHH! Huh huhhhh, HRRuhhh-KRSSHHHOO! KSshhhhoo! Kshhhh... huh-kshhoo..." With his loss of balance, he buckles under the weight of his rider, crashing into the ground. Another snout full of pollen as he lands in a flower, but it's a drop in the ocean of his current troubles.

Shelly rolls to the ground, and with her sinuses starting to feel better, and her concentration restored, she begins to use her tactical know-how to come up with the best solution. Harming them is out of the question; they are protectors here in the Dream. Cenarius would see her cleaning the Barrows for a week. But Volpin needs rescued! Think, girl, think! ... Aha! That might just work! "HIIIH-kshu..." She lets a quick sneeze escape her to clear her sinuses, and then puts her plan into motion.

First thing is first, it's time to help Volpin with his sneezes. She scrambles to her feet and sets the fruit in front of the still-sneezing fox. "Here boy, no time to explain. Eat this and wait here." As she gives him a pat on the head, she's already channeling the Druidic arts and shifting into her bear form. The moment it's complete, she lets out a loud roar, followed by another guttural one, before dashing off towards the road. The faerie dragons abandon their tormenting of the fox, and flitter off towards the wolf-turned-bear, still singing with frustration.

Within moments, they are out of the field and across the road, with the next stop being the river she had heard earlier. She stops at the edge, and taunts the sprites as they dance around in the air. Then, one by one, she swipes her paws into the river and splashes them with water. In moments, each one is doused, and collectively they decide they've had enough success in driving away the intruders that they can return to their nest. No doubt they weren't thrilled about having their wings soaked.

Undoing her transformation, Shelly collapses in relief at the edge of the water. Her eyes close, and a few moments later she is being greeted by a flurry of licks to her muzzle and cheek. "Ack! What--? Volpin, you sneaky fox! You sure look better already! That fruit really did the trick, did it? Come here, you!" She pulls him in close for a hug and buries her muzzle in his neck for a warm embrace. A rare miscalculation.

Instantly the tickles spread back through her muzzle as she gets another snout full of fae dust. "Hihhh... Hhhhahh- How about wehh-- hahh HIHK-SHUU! We g-ihh... IHH-SHHUUU!" Her embrace is cut short, and she pulls away to nurse her nose with a rub. "We get us a n-ahhh, hhahh KSHUU! A nice bath- KKKSHHHUUUuuuu..." A sniff and a sigh. "A nice bath to get us both clean..."

Volpin darts about happily in agreement, dust loosing itself to give one final tickle to the worgen lady's twitchy muzzle. "Hey hey, settle! You're gonna make... hiihh. HIIIH! HIIIIKSHHHU!!! Nevermind..." With a wiggle to her nose, the fox comes over and gives it a helpful lick. The pair then hop into the river and rinse off the dust and pollen from their little quest, both feeling much more content and soon to be ready for more exploration.
« Last Edit: September 15, 2017, 07:29:57 AM by Furry-Sneezes »
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Re: [F + M (Non-Anthro) + Warcraft] A Cure for Volpin
« Reply #1 on: November 13, 2016, 02:51:05 AM »
You should write more.  You're quite good at it.

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Re: [F + M (Non-Anthro) + Warcraft] A Cure for Volpin
« Reply #2 on: November 13, 2016, 09:27:15 AM »
You should write more.  You're quite good at it.
I agree.

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Re: [F + M (Non-Anthro) + Warcraft] A Cure for Volpin
« Reply #3 on: November 14, 2016, 05:37:14 AM »
I rather enjoyed the characters themselves, not just the sneezing parts but the interactions. Reading Shelly's dialogue in this story was a treat to me. The fluid pace the story goes makes this quest to help her mount get some needed relief. Volpin himself was a nice companion to her. The way you wrote him trying to deal with his muzzle and reading how Shelly rubbed and tried to ease his itchy situations was fun to read :)

It's interesting how there are so many sneezes that have their own kind of spicy flare. No two fits or build ups happen the same way. The causes of the sneezes being different between the two main characters was enjoyable too. I enjoyed both sneezing characters honestly :)


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Re: [F + M (Non-Anthro) + Warcraft] A Cure for Volpin
« Reply #4 on: November 14, 2016, 05:50:51 AM »
I really tried to visualize the sneezes and put letters to them, while also avoiding repetition and making sure that characters weren't repeated more than 4 or 5 times in a row except in rare circumstances.

Thanks for commenting, and talking about so many different elements of it. I know some of the game-related remarks were more for my own personal nerd-satisfaction, but there were side comments about other things too that I'm glad got noticed. A good story should be about more than the sneezing. It really brings the scene alive and lets you get lost in those smaller details.
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Re: [F + M (Non-Anthro) + Warcraft] A Cure for Volpin
« Reply #5 on: June 08, 2017, 11:04:24 AM »
I had read this when you had first posted, and I personally loved the immense detail and uncommon words incorporated into the whole story. It's evident you had taken a lot of time on this, and it really shines through. You're an inspiration to put it bluntly, and I would like to take a few notes on your style of writing to incorporate it into my own fic whenever I have the time to get one out to the community! <3
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« Reply #6 on: June 08, 2017, 06:47:27 PM »
Best compliment yet. ;) I look forward to your writing if you can phrase simple compliments with such linguistic polish. XD
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