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I'm New Here / Re: Hi!
« on: Today at 10:50:36 PM »
*applauds arrival* Welcome to the forum! If you ever wanna talk, me and a few others will always be in the chat at some point.

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Art, Art, and Art! / Re: [18+, F, Panther, Messy, Pepper] Kitchen Disaster
« on: February 24, 2018, 06:37:06 PM »
Hee hee, good work pollen

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Writer's Den / (F+M+Digimon+Tickling) Just like the old days
« on: February 22, 2018, 05:29:33 PM »
Hello! This was a RP done by me and UltimateChimera with me(A pretty cool guy) playing a giddy Renamon and UltimateChimera playing a caring Hawkmon/Aquilamon

This is what they look like
Renamon: https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/deathbattle/images/a/a5/Renamon_by_rockmanzxadvent-d7gnt5s.png/revision/latest?cb=20170705183525
Hawkmon: https://wikimon.net/images/9/92/Hawkmon.png
Aquilamon: https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/p__/images/7/79/Aquilamon_b.png/revision/latest?cb=20150906160032&path-prefix=protagonist


Tip toeing like a giddy child, the playful digimon entered the establishment. A door slammed behind her, billowing dust all around her. Her lungs filled up with dust as she coughed it out.  The Renamon's nose twinged, but that wasn't her concern. All she wanted to know was where Jemma stormed off to.

The little green Hawkmon thought he was so clever, hiding in plain sight. Securing himself inside a big pile of boxes sitting inconspicuously along the wall along one of the dirty-windowed hallways of the old building. He'd giggle to himself with just how proud he was, otherwise giggling from the nervous playful tickle in his tummy. The hawk remains silent, his breathing slowing to quiet itself
He could hear the door slam, surely soon to be followed by the Renamon's footsteps


Tina searched thoroughly, walking in circles as she tried to find the digi bird. The search would be trivial if she'd be allowed to use her sense of smell, but every sniff irritated her sinuses. Her vixen-like nostrils twitching as they both clung onto the swirling dust. She made another round near Hawkmon, her eyes too watery to see the green digi right in front of her quivering nose. She couldn't hold it in any longer. "Rechphciewww! Sniffle Wasn't that a doozy...Now where are you?" She ponders.

While Jemma was borderline fully covered by the boxes... he was surprisingly unaware of his own beak peeking out slightly from the boxes, hidden well enough among the boxes and little nick knacks that were scattered among the cardboard. The 'stealthy' little avian also seemed to overlook one of his own feet peeking out ever so slightly from behind the boxes, conspicuously, not so fully hidden within the shadow the wall and boxes casted. But all he knew was the footsteps from the delicate Renamon paws were getting closer, and that their owner just let out a twitchy sneeze aloud in the corridor. He kept his breathing steady, his heart racing so slightly at the false danger the little game presented to his gentler demeanor

The renamon trekked onward, feeling especially tired from all the walking and now sneezing. She took a seat on the dusty ground, her swaying tail brewing up more dust. Her muzzle convulsed, naturally making it face the sun. Her memories reminded her about why she was here, she still had to find the avian rascal. She shoved a finger to her sensitive, black nose to get her sinuses and senses together. Her tail felt a familiar appendage next to it. Smiling, she patted the ground with her tail while also brushing it against the nostalgic object. She knew that she was pushing dust in the air, so she preemptively clamped her hands over her nose for security and waited for the show to begin, giggling.

Jemma suddenly felt something gently puff against the bottom of his sandal, and his tummy sunk as did his heart. Gulping, his heart fluttered and raced. 'Stay completely still' he thought to himself, perhaps she wouldn't know... it was a logical leap sure, but really the only one that could possibly keep him going right now. That WAS his thought process... until he felt an incredible weight suddenly pin his yellow ankle, a large fluffy tail seeming to ignore his sandal for the time being, and tease the side of his long foot. "E-Eeheheep!" Jemma lets out, his ankle pulling gently up against your seated position, not knowing the storm of swirling dust rising into the air that'd soon settle upon his other overlooked flaw in his hiding spot~ "Noooohoho, Renamon!" The Hawkmon giggles, the dust slowly beginning to fall above his exposed beak, his avian nostrils "Get ohohoff!"

Tina was now laughing hysterically, the poor digi was hiding the whole time. She thought this was only fair since she had to go out of her way to find him. Her laughter was too much for her, unfortunately. She fell on her back, on top of the Hawkmon. Her hands fell to her tummy to help stomach her uncontrollable giggles. The contagious noise coming from the yellow ball of joy fueled the tickle being held back in her nose, soon that tickle was her main concern. The burning itch inside her muzzle halted any loving care the Renamon could've gave to her nose as she fanned insistently. Her muzzle stretched towards the dusty ground of the house, bring more dust into her ticklish nose. She mustered up enough strength to reach a flimsy finger to her nose, barely helping her cause. She hitched every plea she made "Hihhh-help Jehihhh...Jemma!" She cried.

"Gwauugh!" Jemma cries out as the Renamon topples back on top of him, knocking tons of boxes over. And in the process flinging dust into his own avian nostrils, the itchy swirling powder inside his nose causing his extremely sensitive sinuses to instantly flare to life "A-Ahaa! A-Hiictcheeew!! W-Whaaat!?" He lets out, smushed under the weight of the Renamon, his waggling green-sandaled foot still trapped beneath her weight The dust still tickled like tiny little fingers inside his nasal cavities, and something about being in that spot with his foot trapped within the Renamon's was exciting~ But regardless of all of that, he still listened to her hitching plea, waiting a response

Her nose would not be refused, it demanded center stage. A nostril twitching, making her ears flat. Another twinged, closing her eyes on cue. ..


Jemma's beak sparked, burning as it began to part and widen, desperate "Aaaaa, aaaaah!"s escaping Jemma's mouth as the devilish dust teases his delicate nose, swirling and teasing inside the firm avian nostrils~
"Whaaa, whahaaaaaUUGHT is iiit!?" He lets out again, rubbing his tingling beak with the only hand he could as he waits to hear just what she had called out for his help for


The Renamon couldn't take it anymore, she caved in to her instincts and let loose. "Rechiiiiew!" She sniffled. She crawled to the hitching bird, rubbing her pert nose.  Wide eyed like a child, she cocks her head and pokes the digi's head, asking "Hey bud, what's wrong?" Her faced beamed, knowing Jemma was just suffering from a measly tickle in his beak. Letting go of her own nose, she gave Jemma a warm hug, saying "Don't stress it, bub. You can let your sneezes out and beihhh...chieww! sniffle before ya know it, we'll be out of here in no tihhhh-chiewww sniffle Gahhh!

'What a sensitive little nose I have' she remarked. Oh that absolutely did it, Jemma couldn't mentally handle the tickle any longer... the ticklish pressure took clutch of his delicate sinuses, and with a puff of his chest he cocked his white avian head, beak quivering as he let out an "Aaaaaugh, eheeeeaaaugh!!". His beak burning, his nostrils were ready to expel the irritation. His eyes clenched, his tongue gave a wild flick, and then... "HEH- HEEEH- HEEEIIITCHEEEWW!!" the hawk's head rocked forward as they release an adorable little sneeze, their little green body jerking forward under the large pile of boxes, only toppling them further on top of himself. With a defeated sniff... the dust tickles his nasal walls again, causing another sneeze to burst from his irritated nostrils~

Patting her digi friend's back, she pulled him away and said "So, you ready to go now?". She got up and look around, trying to find where she came from. She found the entrance on her left, which was now covered in rumble. She groaned, her nose twitching again. "Rehihhh-we need to go before we sneeze our heihhh...heihhh...hhhhachiewww!" She sniffled, grabbing Jemma's arm and walking about the house.


"W-Woah, yeah, alright" Jemma blushes slightly, a slight twinge in the avian nose causing their face to briefly scrunch. The Hawkmon was pulled along by the Renamon, stumbling sideways as the seemingly unstoppable force pulled against the incredibly movable object. "You know where?"

"...Rrrachiewww! No, I've never been here befuihhh-chiewww! What's up with all this dust getting up my nahihh...chiewww! Hold my sneezes back, could ya?" The Renamon asked, walking about as a sniffling mess.

"Oh, uuuh, sure" Jemma responds, hand holding the Renamon's wrist as he reaches up and holds her nose. She was rather tall, compared to him. "I think I remember, if you wanna let me take lead"
Jemma hugged themself slightly more to Renny's side. Goodness she was awful tall, slender. He kinda liked it though. Smiling ever so slightly to himself, his brain brewed the playful idea of tilting his head, ever so slightly letting the fluffy feather on his headwear brush the back side of the Renamon's arm

Tina's arm danced, her other hand squeezed her nose. What on earth did the Hawkmon think he was doing? "real hihihihihehe! wheezes fuihhh...chieww!" She says, taking her hand off of Jemma and tickling his belly back.

"Aieeeheee!" The avian lets out, the playful claws skittling on his soft tummy making the gut retreat. The balance on his own two feet swayed, as a result, of course the feather's gentle tickling stopping~ "Juhust playing a little!~"

The Renamon shook some dust off her fur just to tickle there noses a bit more. "Don't evihhh-chiewww! sniffle think for a second you can mess with me?!" Her nostrils flare again, but her hands are more focused on tickling the poor bird.

"Aaaah! Rehehenmon! Oooh, I take it back! Eeeee!" The hawk lets out a gentle squeal, the green bird still holding the tall Renamon's wrist, but having their body teased by the claws!
Perhaps it wasn't the most optimal place to be messing around like this, but it seemed like fun~


Stepping it up a notch, Tina moved her tail over to the Hawkmon's beak, tickling it aggressively. "Your such a big baby, Jem. Why don't just tihhhh-chiewww! tickle me like before." she sneezed. Her paws moved over to the underside of his wings, tickling his armpits.

"Aaaah! Aaaahaeheehee! Nohoho Rehenneehee! Aaa! A-Aahhetchew!!" The Hawkmon erupts in a tiny sneeze, his pull tugging away slightly as his body tingles from the delicate touch to his armpits "Stohohop! Wehee gotta get out of here!" The bird laughs, a vain attempt at keeping the current plan of simply getting out of the place they both were in "Wehehe gott walk!"


"Just one more outta ya and then we'll see." She says, continuing to tickle Jemma. Her nose had quite enough of sneezing this dust and proved it's pointing by twitching some more. The Renamon stepped away, pawing at her ticklish nose. "Nghhhh...what's up wihhh....you today? You so tihh...Rachiewww! Ticklish!" She pouts, her attempt at rubbing the tickle away futile. Her nose wasn't done, making her head rear back for a much larger release. "Stahihhh...sneezing! Rraaachiewwwyy! Rechieww! It won't staihihhhchiewww! *snifff-chieww! Gah!!" she sneezes.

"Mahaybewe should get out of here before doing anything else... y-you can... tickle me later, if you want, let's get leave for now" Jemma says, his own tummy knotting at his words, his cheeks feeling slightly warmed. The Renamon could plainly tell his own words flustered him slightly, if it weren't the sneezes the long yellow snout were blowing out doing quite the same to him! The Hawkmon had stepped back from the tickly claws, his giggling slowly subsiding

Tina plopped herself onto Jemma's shoulders, the sniffling mess still sneezing"Rechieww! Yeah, good idea." She sneezed. Her body tired out from her black, twitchy digi nose.

"Ghhh, hey! Gurrrk, get off!" *Jemma lets out, seeing the way out, but... having incredible weight suddenly thrown on top of him. His leg muscles tense up, pressed beneath the Renamon's weight. His demeanor shifted slightly, feeling weakened by the tall yellow Digimon hoisting herself to his shoulders. "Y-You're really heavy you know!" *Jemma lets out, step by step trudging towards the exit. "Walk yourself, please!"
If it weren't for the mental image of that black nose twitching and the feminine composed voice letting out hitches and sneezes, he wouldn't he so keen on simply carrying her out at the moment. But... what are friends for, they figured


"Ruchiewww!" She sneezed weakly, sleeping soundly on top of the tiny Hawkmon. Moments passed by, and she began snoring loudly, letting out the occasional "Recheiww." Her sleepy sneezes and loud snores were non-stop, piercing her digimon friend's ears.

"I can kinda tell why I was hiding, now" Jemma says softly to himself, only really meaning it half-heartedly. He looks to is side and just sees the Renamon's white legs dangling at his sides, the slender feet at their ends, and feeling her arms wrapped mostly to him as they could be. Soon enough, he had found the way out, the snoring Renamon still on his back and shoulders
 "Alright, we're out, can you... maybe get off me now?" Jemma asks softly, his green sandals stepping into the grass and into the underbrush that surrounded the place, into some woods
A rather cliche spot if they were to do anything else here before heading back, but oh well, it's what they had~


"huh, what?" She asked, feeling groggy from her awkward nap. She got off the Digimon and stood up, looking around the woods. She sniffed, noticing her nose was clear for once. She sighed before picking up a flower out of curiosity and smelled it. Instant regret came over her as her nose filled with pollen, she scrubbed her nose while adding "Well, at least it smelt good before this silly thing got sneezy again." she said, poking at her own nose for emphasis.

"Eheheheh, it's a cute silly little thing though~" Jemma giggles softly, seating himself as his back decompresses from the now lacking weight put upon it. His shoulders were sore and his legs shook gently. He laid himself on on his back, legs splayed out in front of him. Possibly as more of an invitation than anything~

Tina takes this invitation and goes in, pulling Jemma in by the ankles. She taunts the digibird with her fingers ready to tickle him and lets him have it. Scratching the sole of his talons, she can just tell by his beak that it was difficult for him to contain himself. As Jemma's body was recoiling from the assault, the Renamon's nose twitched back to life, easing her assault on Jemma. She was flustered, using on hand to coax the inevitable sneeze out of her system while her other hand gently tickled Jemma.

The hawkmon jolted at just how quickly his ankles were suddenly wrapped, his long yellow feet trapped as her clawed fingers reached beneath his sandals and teased right at the firm yellow arches. Instantly, at the snap of a finger, Jemma was cackling and shrieking as his delicate feet were scribbled at by the Renamon, his ankles helpless to stop her. And his body most certainly did recoil, his hips rocking back and forth and legs tugging as his beak flung wide with cute almost squeaking laughter. His only defense was hugging the sandals to his feet in an attempt to defend the soles, and luckily with her more focused on trying not to sneeze that tickling him, his little defense worked fairly well it seemed!

Her feeble defenses against the pollen around her didn't last long. The hand tickling the bird's sole was backing away slowly, until the tickle spiking in her nose. She reached for her nose and began shaking the poor thing, trying her best to convince it to stop being so ticklish. "Ehihhhh...hehhaaa!" she cries as she uses to much energy to be worth it. She looks up to see the bird still giggling slightly from her attack. She smiled, but her nose wasn't letting up, unlike her. She resorted to placing a finger under her nose, hoping that the cartoonish method was true. It proved useful, for a moment. Her nares widened, tired of the girl's resistance. "Rahhhchieww! rechieee! Hehihhh-nuhhhh...no!" She cried, rubbing her raw nose. "This has gone far enouhhhhcheiwww! No fair!"

"Hehey, it's not my fault your nose is so sensitive~" Jemma giggles, pulling his sandaled feet from the Renamon's grip, the Hawkmon smiling softly. She'd been sneezing for a while now, he couldn't help but tease her just a little on it!
"Here, may I can help~" Jemma chuckles, sitting himself up and scooching next to her, pulling the large green feather from their headpiece.


"nuihhh...chieww! My nose is doing plenty to me, I duhhh-don't need tickled." She hitched, her finger pressed against her nose. Doing nothing more than blocking her nasal passages, but the sneezes persisted. She sat there, trying her hardest to get some sort of satisfaction out of fighting her nose.

"Really? Because I think I know something that can help you~" Jemma giggles, the Hawkmon stretching himself up and raising his feathered hand to your snout, wielding the large feather. It comes closer... he aims it... and then, the pointy feathered tip slowly inserts itself into the pretty black nostril, Jemma watching the rigid wrinkles form along the former pristine snout as the digi's nostrils tickled them... Jemma gave the feathery tip a gentle flick inside the rim of the nostril, sending a clenching irritated jolt all the way back to the Renamon's sinuses, a mighty sting taking hold of her hesitating nose "We gotta flush all that pollen and dust out!"


"No!" She shouts, yanking the feather. She wish she didn't, as the pull of the feather tickled every bit of the inside of her nose. Her will power running out. "Hihhh! HAhhhh!" she screams, her lungs unable to express the great pain her muzzle feels. As a last resort, she take a palm and runs it back and forth, covering the whole nose this time. Her muzzle scrunches, stinging from the massive itch inside it. All her efforts have only made her suffering worse as her arms fall, finally giving in. "Rrrraaachieww! Rehciewww! Rehihh...rahhihh...rechiewww!" She massages her nose again, the tickle more innocent than before, but still sneezy to her. "chieww! nugh! Th-thanks, but I think this tickle isn't going awahihhchieww!" She groans.

"Oh! I'm... I'm sorry, I thought it'd help in a way" Jemma says, his expression drooping as he places his feather back into the headpiece. "How do you get you to stop sneezing?"
The Hawkmon seemed concerned, surely sneezing for this long wasn't normal?


"Nuhhh...chieww! Not sure, but I can deal with it now. Wehihhh-chieww! Just need to get ou-outoherachiewwe!" she sneezes, barely getting her thought out before sneezing again. She rubbed her nose again, trying to find a way out of these darned woods.

"U-Uuugh, alright, I think I can get us back to my place!" Jemma says, his concern rising as the Renamon continues to sneeze. He didn't even think there was any pollen left in the air! Regardless, he takes position in a clearing and steps up to the... occasion, if she could call it that? "I'll turn into Aquilamon, i'll fly us back, just hop on" Jemma says firmly, putting on a confident face

The sneezy Renamon nodded, still scrubbing at the itchy organ jumping from her muzzle. They took flight, feathers moving seamlessly through the air. A couple feathers snagged onto Tina's face, making her pull back as she let out a quick double. "Rehciewww! Huhchieww! sniffle sorry, Jem."

Previously shorter than her, Jemma was a good maybe five times your size now, a mighty Aquilamon "It's alright, let's just get you back" The large bird says, Jemma's massive white head turning back to look at hdf. His voice wasn't as high as it was before, no doubt simply the result of Digivolving.

She nodded again, sneezing her head off. As they arrived outside of the woods, her instincts were telling her to keep the sneezes in again. She couldn't control herself, she wanted to stop sneezing but didn't want to hold them in as to pop her muzzle off. Her eyes watered, signaling yet another defeat. "Rechiewww! I-It huihh-hurts...chiewww! Are we thihhh...chieww! there yet?" She asked, sneezing rapidly again.

"We just left the woods, but we're almost there I promise. We'll have to rub in there with a baby wipe or something" Jemma responds, feeling his heart sink as he listens to her sneeze, hearing how it was hurting. He was stressing himself out, but they were nearly home

Nearly home, her nose began acting normally. Picking up a variety of scents, she giggled as she covered he sensitive nose at the overwhelming smells her nose could pick up. Seeing a house nearby, she thought maybe the two of them should take a crash landing. She scratched her friend's belly, causing his flight to skew quite a bit.

The Aquilamon jerked a let, eyes twitching as he lets out a snort. Deeper voice, same laugh it seemed. "Heeey! S-Stohop! O-Oooh! Renneeheheee! Ihi need to land!" Jemma cackles, heading towards a large apartment of sorts.

The Renamon continued, bracing herself for a rough landing. "Wheeee!" She squealed, tickling the digibird as they nose dived into the apartment complex, feeling an adrenaline rush.


Jemma cackles and bucks in the air, over the apartment, his wings flail and he thumps to the roof, letting out a sharp gasp as he lands on his wing, his heavy both shushing it down. It sends you toppling off, Jemma still lying where he landed, the Aquilamon groaning.


"Nghhhh! Enough for the day?" Tina asked, feeling all tired out. She got up slowly and stumbled downstairs, calling it a day.


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This story was made out of a request from Y31. Hope you enjoy it (I sure did).

   One day, there was a blue beauty. One who stood tall and proud, breathing potent fire, a fire greater than other fire-breathers. One may assume this small dragoness may be an ice dragon. This would be a grave error, for this reptile can’t even handle a chilly breeze. Her nares protruding proudly from the front of her face were flaring from quite the discomfort.
   This sickly, sniffling mess gasped. Her sinuses were being very sensitive today, and that doesn’t even include the cold stuck inside her muzzle that was reeking havoc. She raised her long head, closing her eyes in sync with her nares opening wide. “Rahhhhchiewwww! *sniffle* ugh!” She wipes her nares her hanky, which is now burning from her flame filled muzzle.
   Tired of all the sniffles, she stood up and strutted out the door. She got her car started, only for her muzzle to twitch again. “Rehihhhh…” She jammed a finger to her dragonic muzzle and scrubbed thoroughly, this wasn’t going to be easy for her, exactly.
   The engine roared from the car, the sound reminding the dragoness of her ancestors and how bombastic they were. She sniffled, shuddering at the ill sound as she began backing her car out of the driveway. Her mind was scrambled, as only her eyes were searching for a pharmacy as she drove cautiously around the neighborhood.
   Her nares were nearly as alert as she was. Her eyes saw bright red neon light flash, deceiving her notion that she could beat the yellow light. Her muzzle didn’t like this sudden stop and responded harshly “Rehhhptkkkk!” She sneezed, shielding her car with a scaly arm to suppress the blast. She groaned as her sinuses started acting up again. “Reehciewww!” She sneezed freely, catching the sneeze with a tissue. The car wheel became scorched, bringing panic to the dragonic mess.
   She heard a horn blast right behind her, startling her more. Her nares twitched to cue another sneeze, “Raachiewww! *sniffle*”. Her window melted a fair amount, making her kick the melded window off to see what’s in front of her sedan. She failed to notice the green light right away, making her feel small as she drove past the intersection. She clawed at her nose meekly, feeling more like a lonely rodent after looking past a glaring green light. She made a left turn, resting her head down.
   She had half a heart attack as she nearly forgot to stop for the pedestrians in her way. The shock brought a wave of reactions from her body, goosebumps being not far behind a scrunching muzzle. As the pedestrians walked by, she brought a hand up to her rising muzzle as she held it high for another tense reaction, “Reihhhhh...Rahhhhciewwww!” Her hand caught the fiery sneeze. She patted out the fire before continuing onwards. “If I don’t get this cold out soouupptkkkks!” She stifles the blast. “Soon, I’ll have to walk back home” she thought to herself. She slammed her foot on the gas as she raced to the store.
   Sirens blared, worrying the dragoness more so. She begrudgingly pulled over, pawing at her volatile nose. She hears a knock at her side window, her hand glides to the power window button. The brown dragon says “Ma’am, you have a lot of explaining to do.” The dragoness panicked, but that worry turned into guilt. She pointed at her nose in shame. The officer responded “I see.” He gives the draconic sniffler a ticket “stay home next time, eh?”
   As the officer began walking away, the dragoness stopped him by saying “But I still need somebody to get me some meds.” the officer stood there for a moment, shoulders slack before he sighed and turned around. He re-approached the window, looking left and right to make sure nobody would suspect him, then sprayed the dragoness. “RRaaacheiewwww!” She sneezed outwardly. Thankfully, the brown dragon caught the sneeze with a leather handkerchief. “That should last you about 10 minutes, make it quick!” The girl nodded, putting her car back in gear as she felt her sinuses clear up.
   With a boost of confidence, she went to the pharmacy smiling. She picked out her favorite soda pop, chips, perfume, the whole nine yards. As she approached the register line, she felt this gnawing tickle grow back into her muzzle. Scared, she dropped everything and began clawing the very front of her muzzle. Her nostrils weren’t happy with her rebellion, for they were dancing around the claws that were trying to contort the fiber of there being. She fled the line and searched for the medicine she so desperately needed.
   Her tearing eyes met with the medicine aisle. The tips of her feet pushed her quickly towards every type of medicine that could possibly help her. She one-handedly tossed any item that wasn’t meant for her. “Headaches, ulcers, pink-eye, bad-breath...Itchy nose!!!” She said, cheering for her minor victory. Her nose was also celebrating a minor victory the grasp from the blue fire breather was gone.
   Hitching loudly, she approached a mother dragoness, asking her for a tissue through her desperate actions. Wincing, the healthy dragoness pressed a sturdy tissue against the sickened dragoness’s nose. The mother fought the nose as the ill dragon raised her head, giving in to her sickly urge. “Raachiewww! Rehihhh...rehihhh...cheiwwww!” The blue dragoness sniffled into the tissue, or what was left of it. With a loud harump, the scorched mother guarded her kid as she stormed away. The blue dragoness quietly said “Th-thank you…”
After a brief wait at the register, the ill dragoness started her drive back home. On her way home, she sneezed boisterously, disintegrating her well kept sedan. “Raachiewww!” She began pacing back and forth, furious that she has to walk home now. She sat on the curb, contemplating calling a SUPER. Her mind wanted to do nothing more than to sneeze herself to death, but something in her wanted more.
She squeezed each nostrils with a claw. Both nares, however, spasmed despite her grip, tiring her. A few minutes pass and right as she was about to sneeze, a group of ruffins walked by her. She rubbed her nares into her arm with the rest of her energy for the sake of the children.
As they disappeared from her vision, the tickle in her muzzle grew to unthinkable heights. She raised her head in preparation, as if she rehearsed it a thousand times. Keeping all but a pathetic claw to block the fiery blast to make way through her nasal passages. She closed her eyes and “Rrraachieww!”. Fire stuck to the streets before quickly dissipating.
She moaned, pulling her phone out and calling in a SUPER. “Cahihhh...Can I gehhh...CanIgetarachiewww! *sniffle* ride.” The sneeze costed her extra since it endangers the health of the driver. “Ugh!” She responded to the price. She sat there, sniffling away. Every once and a while, a friendly figure would ask if she’s alright. Where she would move the fellow to the side and let out a quick “Rechiewww!”, cueing them to go about their day.
The driver finally came, making the blue sniffler’s tail wag with joy. She waved her hands up high as the driver slowly pulled over. Her nose was quite excited as well, flaring nostrils trying to catch more attention than the dragoness herself. She brought her claws to her snout, hitching loud, shaky breaths. Right as the driver stopped, the dragoness let out a explosive sneeze.
   “Raaachiewww!” She sneezed, burning all of the car to ash except the drive himself. He looked meanly at the dragoness, putting both hands in his pockets as he paced away from her. She sighed, walking home and burning everything her snout could smell.
   She plopped onto her bed, ending up right back where she was. She eyed the medicine she got earlier, thinking of whether she should take them or not. Her snout decided for her a twinged. She clung onto hope with a claw grasping the front of her snout, her snout was more advanced and ignored the plea.
   As her claw became limp, she looked up and shut her eyes. “Raahihhhh...Rachiewwww!” She sneezed, burning the medicine to a crisp. She saw a charred medicine bottle, which signaled her to grab it. The moment a claw touched it, however, it too turned to ash.
   Defeated, she accepted her fate as a sniffly monster of the east. Her muzzle confirming this with one, gigantic sneeze. “Rrrraaachieww-yyyy! *sniffle*”
   
   

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Writer's Den / (N+Digimon+Non-Anthro) Aquilamon Request
« on: February 20, 2018, 08:40:41 PM »
   This was a request made by UltimateChimera, hope you enjoy.
In the world of Digimon, Aquilamon would’ve soared freely with no restraints. It was the king(or queen) of the sky. It’s tall stature was mostly covered by red wings and a pearly white head. Flying head-on into any predicament, it’s two, large horns protruding from it’s forehead were sharp and intimidating. It’d never turn it’s beak down on any obstacle. It’s been fearless, until now…
   Flying about, it notices something off with the air around it. It sniffs the air, it’s avain senses picking up a familiar scent. Aquilamon takes a good look at it’s blurring surroundings and gasps. It’s been flying mindlessly for hours in one direction and almost forgot Yolei’s birthday!
   Quickly, Aquilamon takes a sharp U-turn in its flight pattern and begins zooming across the coast, desperate to reach Yolei. It was going too fast to notice any minute details, not paying mind to anything small, like a fly.
   Where other flies would have flown right back out, this evil little critter wanted nothing more than to ruin this Digimon’s day. Getting caught by the turbulence of the Aquilamon, this fly decided to burrow its way into one of the bird’s poor nostrils. The fly’s very presence irritating the bird’s sinuses.
   “Gahhh!” Aquilamon screeched as a foreign troublemaker entered its beak. The bird tried to flex its static nostrils, wanting nothing more than to move the annoyance out of it’s system. It’s eyes squinted, trying to bear the slight tickle parading inside itself.
   While the bird was fighting to keep its beak free of invaders, that same invader smirked as it moved its way around the beak comfortably. The mucus inside the beak kept the fly grounded. The fly found a particular spot comfy. It waddled over to a part of the nostrils and laid down, fluttering its wings calmly, getting sleepy.
   “Squaaaa!” Aquilamon yelled at the top of its lungs, it’s flight appearing sporadic from the now burning tickle. The Digibird got itself straightened out, trying to assess the concern. Adjusting its weight, Aquilamon took a wing and started shaking its beak, clinging on to hope that the intruder will leave its beak and go about its day. Surely, someone wouldn’t spend a whole day inside a bird’s beak.
   Being jolted around, the fly started to rub it’s sore head. Its eyes noticing light coming from outside the nostril fluctuating. The fly only assumed it was doing its job pretty well, seeing that the Digibird was shifting its beak around, pleading for the fly’s dismissal. Seeing that getting this bird to sneeze wasn’t going to be easy, it started searching for the right spot to set it off.
   As the fly began to move again, Aquilamon gave a sigh of relief. The bird sniffed the air, only for a tease in its sinuses to crop back up. It groaned, knowing that this was going to be a long trip. The bird was gliding, not sure on how to deal with this menace. Curious, it began blowing air forcefully out of its beak. It only made whole beak more itchy, bothering the bird who couldn’t even bring a claw up to scratch it at a time like this.
   The fly wasn’t too fond with being pushed around by this bird’s nasal air currents. There had to be a way to beat it. Pulling another trick from it’s metaphorical sleeve, it slowly made its way towards the front of Aquilamon’s beak.
   Aquilamon was shocked to see that a fly was inside its beak the whole time as the fly crawled up to the front of the bird’s beak. Furious, Aquilamon nose dived into the ocean, attempting to drown the devilish fly.
   After a few dives into the water, the fly still clung onto the bird. It was shivering though, but laughing at the bird. The bird got quite a bit of water inside its beak, as it quickly shook the sensitive thing. All that the violent shaking caused was more air to go past the suffering bird, the tickle was at a record high.
   Seeing nothing less of the perfect storm, the fly did what it did best and flew into the beak of the bird. The fly could only see victory in its eyes, as the bird was making a feeble effort trying to stay elevated. After trial and error, the fly finally found the perfect spot. It planted itself firmly and waited for the rush.
   It was so close, the town was so close! Aquilamon wanted nothing more than too get to Yolei, but its beak couldn’t take it anymore. The bird’s head extended upwards, nostrils steaming, ready to get rid of its imperfections. Aquilamon caved in, opening its poor beak. “Rehhhh….Rahihhh...Raaachiewwww! *Sniff-* Rechiewww! Raihihhhh...rachiewww! Rahhhchigugugguglle” Aquilamon sneezed, crashing into the coast and sneezing some more. The fly seemed content as it fly away (mostly) unscathed, besides some mucus. The Digibird dragged it’s talons along the coast, sneezing some more, as its beak was long overdue for more than a couple sneezes. “Rahciewww! Rechiewwww! Rahhh-chiewww! Squahh...chiewww!” Its beak was finally clear, other than some stray tickles which the Digimon coaxed out with the rub of a broad wing. It walked the rest of the way to Yolei, not as the inspiring Digimon she’s known to adore, but as a sniffling mess. Poor, poor Aquilamon.

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General Chatter / Re: Taking story requests!
« on: February 20, 2018, 02:54:49 AM »
Ooooo, i'll give it a swing!

If you're willing to write about them, an Aquilamon flying to wherever. They've got large beak nostrils, not quite easy to get at! But when flying, something else up getting up right up one of his sensitive nostrils, and starts to slowly move around in there, teasing the sinuses. And through the duration of the flight he's trying to remain stable, trying to huff off the slowly worsening tingle. I'll let you decide on rather or not the giant bird Digi makes it to where he's going or not before he sneezes, he's not quite in danger either way xP

Besides the unique gender neutral thing (Which can be better than worse because of interpretation), I've always had a niche for bird beaks. I'll see what I can do with this one.

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General Chatter / Taking story requests!
« on: February 18, 2018, 02:45:26 PM »
Novice writer here,
Have any cool story ideas that you just don't have the time for?
Don't have enough money to find a writer to commission said story?
Then I gotcha covered!
I'm open to up to 5 requests at any given time and will try to finish the stories at the latest within the month to be generous.
I'll be open to requests until the end of March and at that point, I'll consider taking more requests or not.
What if I don't have a Sneezefurs account?
Don't worry, you can always contact me at my email Ryan.dallas4@gmail.com
There are a few things I can't say I'll be able to write about to the best of my ability
*male sneezes
*elephants
*excessive snot
Everything else I can manage at the very least.
You can make up to 2 requests at once, on your own, but I can't stop you from asking a friend to request something for you.
Requests are made official once I confirm them Via DMs which is when I'll mark the request being made in this post.
You can see how much room is left for requests below

Requests left: 4


Have fun!

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Writer's Den / (F+Anthro) Scientifically Sneezy
« on: February 17, 2018, 05:38:47 PM »
   There was one 6 foot beauty who had what other dragonesses would believe was a very demeaning job, not her. Her long muzzle smirked whenever she finished a day’s work. She believed that if one young dragon could achieve greatness, then all her hard work would be well worth it. Being a teacher wasn’t without its obstacles, though.
   This dragoness possessed an appreciable face with kind, emerald eyes. Her wings were modest, easily able to hide under her poofy lab coat. Her scales ranged from being bright red for all to see to burgundy when approaching her belly. Her ears slicked back, appearing almost invisible unless you go out looking for them yourself. Her two horns in her head were wide and short, being more towards the front of her face and parallel to one another. Last, but not least was her peculiar muzzle. It was long but broad on the trunk, it’s sides were all scale until you reach the wide nares that approach the tip. The issue of her nares’s physiology makes it needlessly difficult for her to tend to any tickles that invade it, as it requires an entire palm of one hand moving a considerable amount to just barely rub both nostrils.
   Class was starting just as the tall dragoness, or Mrs. Elizabeth as her students would call her, was just about to put on her safety goggles. She’d always have one absent-minded child forget to put them on everyday, as she would respond with a stern look at the young dragon until they got the message. Something didn’t smell right for the science teacher, and that wasn’t just a figure of speech.
   Scanning the room, she didn’t notice one dragon who came to class today who’d be wearing anything irritating. Her nostrils weren’t flaring an awful lot, so as long as she kept her cool, she could sneeze her head off in the bathroom before second period. She subtly clawed at her nostrils just to be safe.
   “Yesterday, I believe we DID NOT finish pages 55-73, yes. So for the first half of class, you may finish anything you haven’t completed for today. Although, I should just give most of you zeros...If you do not finish even a single page, a single question, then the whole assignment will be a zero, no if, ands, or buts.” She paced, walking confidently back and forth. She eyes a particular student known for being on there phone, she continues “If you are finished early, you work on assignments for other classes, draw, chat QUIETLY. But if I see you with your muzzle stuck in your phone, you’ll be seeing me in after school detention. But if that nosey muzzle is in a book, I’ll say good things about you to your English teacher.” A couple dragons with failing grades in english briskly pulled out a book and started reading.
   Mrs. Elizabeth stuck her nose up towards the phone addicted student, walking to him slowly. Gossip quietly spread around the class, only for the dragoness to strike her pointing stick onto a student’s desk, startling all of them into silence. She finally approaches the student, sticking her hand out in demand of the phone. The young dragon nervously shuts his phone off. Mrs. Elizabeth snaches the phone not a moment after he presses the home button. “Hey, it’s not of-wait, don’t look at that!” He says. The teacher’s eyes narrow, justifying her flaring nostrils as she takes a mean glance at the student as she walks back to her desk.
   She opens up his most recent app, taking the crude joke on the page as nothing more than juvenelle. Her nostrils flare against her will again, forcing her hand to hug her muzzle for support. “Hihhhh...ahhh-hihhh!” She hitches, appearing to be laughing. The young dragon across the room smirks “See you also have great taste.” The red dragoness is appalled, saying “Heh, I’ll hihhh-have you know THIS is nuihhh...nothing more than child’s play.” She hitches, shutting the phone off. She smiles while saying “For the 3rd time this week, I’ll be calling your mother about your chronic behavior.” She says. The young dragon shakes his head in apathy, pulling out his science textbook and getting to work.
   For the next 20 minutes, many of her more kind students voiced concern has the large dragoness kept clawing at her nares. “Miss, would you like a tissue.” “I’ve always heard letting it out fe-” “Do you need to step outsid” “asdfnvbjhowajjf....” The dragoness snaps, yelling “Enough! I duhhh...don’t need to sneee-SNEEZE. Class will function just as well even if that were the case.” Her alarms rings, cueing her to start the lesson for the day. “Now, let’s begin shall we?”
   The first part of the lesson was to look at cells and to describe what you see. This was often a very brief exercise and is why the microscopes are scarcely used. The teacher relaxed as she knew that this was the perfect opportunity to sneeze, given that she finally has an excuse besides the possible perfume.
   Her first sneezes were being iffy, as her nares were waning from ticklish to very sneezy at the flip of a dime. She thought maybe bringing her scrunched muzzle to some equipment would help out. She approached a group of more generous kids and “analyzed” there findings, letting her nares easily pick up any dust lying around. Her muzzle twitches violently, triggering the sneeze to begin. Her eyes closed shut as she brings her muzzle up to the sky as high as she can. “Rraacchiewww! Ehppchiewww! Rahhh...rahhhh-rechiewww! *sniffle*” She sneezes, reducing the tickle to just an inconvenient muzzle twinge from time to time. The whole class says “bless you!” as she sniffles out any itch she can.
Class is nearing the end and her lesson is going smoothly. Taking out a day’s worth of material in one day. All of her students are being such perfect specimens so far. All she had to do was to talk a bit more about the subject and she’d be fine. Her muzzle, however, wasn’t done either. The large, red dragoness takes her pointer stick and states "Now this here is the nucleus and this is the mitochondria. As we all know, the Mitochondria is the pahihhh...is the powerhahhh...the powerhouse of the cehihh-ehhh-rraaacchiewww!" She sprays, leaving the smart couple of dragons covered in her sneeze. Embarrassed, she dismisses her students early by saying “Clahihhh….classdismmissed, have good daihhhchewwww!” she waves the kids goodbye as she scratches her burning muzzle. The final kids leaves, but the itch still hasn’t left. She lifts her head up to sneeze out the last itch for the class “RRrachiiiewww!” but not for the day of school. Her muzzle still had quite a lot to say to this big, red beauty.

   

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Art, Art, and Art! / Re: Lily (F, anthro)
« on: February 16, 2018, 10:27:00 PM »
Wholesome sneezes, so cute!

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Thank you pollenpepperlover!

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Commission Cave / Re: Story commissions?
« on: February 16, 2018, 11:40:47 AM »
I wish. Hopefully somebody can confirm something on story commissions.

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Simple, yet elegant! :P

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Art, Art, and Art! / Re: Sneeze with snow
« on: February 15, 2018, 09:40:38 PM »
Here's Absol; she drew this around the same time as that last Fennekin one cuz it's her fav. :)

D'awwwwww! Love it! I kinda was just putting out a laundry list of pokemon that might be interesting, but I didn't go through ever single pokemon on the pokedex online. I think I said plenty.

The point is, thank you!

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Art, Art, and Art! / Re: Sneeze with snow
« on: February 15, 2018, 08:33:40 PM »
So adorable! I love the soft look you put on every detail. Some non-anthro characters I'd use would be the eeveeloutions , houndoom, poochyena, mightyena, skitty, delcatty, absol, shaymin, and a few others.

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Unarchived Stories / Re: [F + Starfox] Krystal*
« on: February 13, 2018, 09:15:10 PM »
Thank you for creating this! This was my first exposure to sneezefurs and I LOVE star fox and Krystal.

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Writer's Den / Re: (F+pollen+pepper) 9 o' clock worries
« on: February 11, 2018, 07:01:32 PM »
Might not be as strong as the last part, but I hope you still enjoy.


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

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Writer's Den / [F+Anthro] 9 o' Clock Worries
« on: February 11, 2018, 01:29:08 AM »
Tangerine leaves were few and far between. The livelihood of the plant life was in resurgence. Among many Sam was DWD ( Drowsy While Driving), making her morning commute. Often times, she would shake from the rowdy sounds of car horns waking her back up at every green light.
   As the mustelid arrived at a parking spot, she massaged her groggy eyes. One foot after another, she stumbles out of the car. She screams out a yawn beyond the named “The Coffee Shop”.
   Stepping inside, she scans the room only to find a productive blue jay sitting in the corner, getting yet another cup of coffee. Unable to stay still while working with her laptop.
   Off to the side, a bloodhound’s ear rose, hearing the door’s bell of the coffee shop. He adjusted himself and put on a weak smile, hardly noticeable. The otter maneuvered around the set tables and chairs leading to the counter to order. She yawned, making it well known she was a great customer from the start. The canid greets “Welcome to the coffee shop, what would you like?” with Sam responding with some small talk banter by saying “Whew. It’s pretty early, huh? I mean, I can only imagine *yawns* how tired you a-.”
   An eye rose from the dog, feeling insulted. Sam takes a moment to read his face. She feels guilt sweep her as she realized the assumption she made. She gasped, covering her mouth while saying “I’m so sorry.”.
   The dog chuckles while saying “I get it all the time. I thought you were one of those troublemaking boys...or girls, trying to joke about me and don’t even know my name. Here’s a real joke. So there was this guy...ha! Whatcha want?”
   Feeling the stress go right past her, Sam asked “A large black coffee.” The hound grinned and made her some coffee. The coffee shop was starting to fill up. A housecat couple came in, feeling happy as the dog made Sam feel.
   The otter took her coffee as the dog moved on to the next two customers “Welcome to The coffee shop…” he said again. She took her cup in one hand using her other to balance her sleepy self as she walked pass tables within the marble walls of the establishment.
   Sam sets her eyes on the extended dining booth that reaches towards one of the windows of the shop itself. She sat down, getting herself quite cozy. She sat her phone down across from where her coffee sat as she lifted the coffee and took a generous sip. Her lips burned as she brought a hand over to her coffee covered lips and wiped the steaming coffee from her face.
   The cat couple took a seat at a table close by to our otter friend, conversing soon after. Sam cooled her coffee before taking another sip, eyeing the felines’ friendly talk.
   A distressed looking macro mouse man in formal apparel scrolled in, asking for a cream heavy latte. He walked to a two person table, taking his time to pull up his set, and rested on a chair. As if by coincidence, the male cat revealed a bouquet of flowers right as the mouse man walked in.
   The girl cat was elated, taking the flowers  while hugging her boyfriend. The fast motions of the flowers swirled up a hefty amount of pollen. A good whiff of it went right by sam’s large, otter nostrils. She got startled as her nostrils flared while drinking her pungent coffee. She gulped the rest of the coffee in her mouth while guarding her nose with a sturdy finger to her nostrils.
   Some pedestrians took a glance at her struggle as they walk by the shop. Embarrassment sweeps over her, feeling eyes of concern stab her. Her nares twitch again, making her muzzle hurt now. Weighing her options, she let the sneeze take over and doubled over, uncovered. “Huccchiewww. Huhh-huhhh...hechieewwww! Sniffle!” She sneezed.
   Unable to find a napkin by her side, she moped to herself. Both felines said together “Bless you!” in response. The door gingles to another customer entering the premise. The couple pauses for a moment before offering Sam a tissue, saying “here” as a gesture of kindness. Sam was  about to take the tissue until a doe walked by while saying “Don’t worry, I got this.” as she gives the otter a few tissues from her purse.
   The male cat asks “Oh, I guess you know this nice lady.” the female smacks the male. The doe responds “Well, uh…”. The female says to the doe “I suppose you two will know each other after a few coffees, of course.” she says . They all chuckle.
   The doe sits right beside Sam. They both feel tension after the otter gives a quick blow to her nose. Sam’s eyes pop as she tries to remember something. She says “Hmmm...Jenny, right?” The doe says “Juniper, but your friend calls me Juh-June.” Juniper says, pressing a finger against her quivering nostrils.
   The otter notices the nose as much as June does and offers one of the tissues that the doe gave her. June puts a hand up in refusal and looks towards the window to sneeze, which doesn’t seem to be working at the rate she’d hope.
   Sam cocks her head in slight confusion. She asks “Are you sure? I’d at least help it if you sneezed into this.” The doe was too far into the sneeze to say anything except a brief “...purse.”
   The otter nodded and started scurrying through her mutual friend’s purse. A familiar bird skipped by and asked “ Looks like we got a strong sniffer here. Do you mind?” The otter and doe nod, allowing the blue jay to pull out a can of an unusual type of pepper spray. “Don’t worry, it won burn ya. Its called “sneeze spray”,  for any stubborn sneeze.” An alarm goes off on her phone, she says “Hup, looks like I gotta go. Call me.” She speeds off, leaving a number behind. It appears out of state, which Sam can only assume she at least lives in the city. She puts the number in her pocket and brings her attention back to Juniper.
   Even though the doe’s face is very scrunched up, her ears relax, knowing she can let out the sneeze out sooner. The otter gets the pepper spray ready while asking “You ready?”  The doe nods and the otter sprays a good amount of the pepper from the can. She made one mistake, yet, which was aiming the nozzle the exact opposite direction she wanted to spray it.
   Her face convulsed, nostrils brimming with pepper. Her eyes only sprinkled with the black grains. Her nose became wide open while she rubs the pepper out of her eyes. Juniper wanted to aid Sam’s nose, but her own nose was teetering towards sneezing her head off. Sam took more of the tissues she received and began sneezing into them. “Hepchii-chiii! Huhh...chiewww!” It wasn’t long before her hands became limp and started shaking after every sneeze, letting pepper crash onto the table.
   “...haccciewww!” after the final sneeze, she found no tissues by her side. She rubbed at her large, bouncy nose. Giving a sigh of relief, she wanted to look back outside, only for her to notice her struggling acquaintance next to her. She took the spray bottle again and turned it 180 degrees to be safe, although it was a bit unnecessary to say the least. She tapped the button a few times into the doe’s now very quivering nostrils to satisfy it’s sneezy needs.
   June’s muzzle scrunched to an unbearable state. Her nose held back far too long, responding to the tardiness with a few loud honks.“Ahhhhciewwwww-ahhhhhhhhhhchiewwww...huh *sniffle* ehpchiewww!” Nose still twitching, she scavenged her purse for any tissues and finding none.
   The female cat repeated her tissue offer, now to the doe. She nods her head and rubs the tissue enthusiastically into the sickly sniffer...

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Writer's Den / Space Sniffles [F+Star Fox]
« on: January 20, 2018, 06:37:29 PM »
   This story is my end of a trade with Y31. I hope you enjoy

       Today is a friday. The stars are glistening, the planets are calm, every race, big or small have one thing in mind. That is to go out somewhere to kick off the weekend. It’s as if nothing could go wrong. Problem is, some people just can’t catch a break even in what’s supposed to be there finest hour. I wonder what a few special someone's are doing at this time of day…

   “Uhchieewwwhhh!” Fay sneezes, again. For the past few days, Fay has been sneezing her head off, despite taking the week off. She may have remember seeing a few people since, but has dismayed the possibility that any of those people got her sick. After all, she was known for being as healthy as a celestial horse.

   Recently, no one has bothered to give her a visit, so she’s decided to invite a couple friends through a hoax. She would send them a letter saying “GIRLS NIGHT: TODAY AT the great fox in my room.”, not very convincing, but managed to catch there curiosity enough to have them stop by. At least, that’s what they planned on doing.

   Krystal opens the door whilst walking through it, absentmindedly looking around. “Ok, I see that you’ve embarrassed yourself already. Now tell me, wh-.” Krystal halts as her eyes met Fay, seeing that she is very ill with the tissues littered on her bed. “*scoff* This is some kind of party-” Krystal says, slowly walking away. “-but I’m afraid I’ll have to skip this one, seems you’ve been just fine without us. You party animal.”

   Miyu angrily stares at Krystal, and demands. “No. WE are going to help her.” Then Krystal asks “And why is that?” “Because she’s our friend.” Miyu says through her teeth.

   They both turn around back to Fay, who’s muzzle is flinching. “Ehhpchiewwwhhh! sniffle.” Fay sneezes, then briskly blowing her reddened nose. Krystal and Miyu let out a deep sigh as they come over to there forsaken friend Fay.

   “D’awwww, you guys!” Fay says gleefully, giving Miyu and Krystal a big, warm hug. Fay gets herself comfy as she pulls out a remote controller. “So...whatcha wanna watch?”
   Krystal feels Fay’s burning head with the back of her hand. Concerned, Krystal confronts Fay. “Hon, you need some rest. Your burning up.” Krystal says with great worry.

   Miyu leans in slightly towards Fay with soft, caring eyes. She says “Here, let me get you some soup.” She looks at Krystal and tells Fay. “Go ahead, go watch a movie.” she says while offering the remote to Krystal. Krystal looks at the remote for a second, still thinking about Fay’s health. Thinking a movie would be perfect for Fay to relax, she took the remote and smiled at Fay.

   While Krystal and Fay were getting the movie started, they could hear pans slamming on the ground just beyond the door. Rushing out the door, Krystal goes to Miyu to aid her , she asks “Miyu, what’s wrong? Everything ok?” Miyu scrunches her face as she says “I thihh-think I’m gonahhhchptskkkk!!”. Worried, Krystal asks “Miyu, are you alright? You sound a bit stuffy.” Miyu then remarks “ Well how about this? sniffffff hehhhh…” Miyu fans her now extra sensitive nose, unable to hold back the sneeze. “Rrracchhieww! sniffle Does that prove it, or would you like me to sniffle sneeze on you again?”

   Krystal froze, her nose twitching faintly. “I-I see.” Krystal turned around and said “Come along now, I’m gonna hihhh...I’m gonna hihhh...I’m gohechiew! sniffle Ugh!”

   Putting both hands on her hips and swaying her feline tail, Miyu cocked her head and said “Come along now, WE’RE going in that room and taking the day off like we planned.” As Miyu said that, Krystal remembered her own plans and blurted “Bu-buh-but what abo-.” Miyu put a finger to Krystal’s slender muzzle and said “By the look of you, you couldn’t go a minute without sneezing…” Her muzzle twitched while she was talking, which then she removed her finger from Krystal and placed it under her own nose, rubbing it thoroughly. She continues with “Besides, maybe you should relax sometimes, eh?” Krystal unclenched her furious hands, easing up and thinking of the bright side. If she’s sick, she won’t have anything to lose.

   As Krystal and Miyu were walking back, they started to feel weak and pale. They nearly collapsed as they reached Fay’s bed. Krystal asks “What are you, patient zero? I feel like shit, no offense.” Fay responds “Ah, it’s nothihhachieewwwhhh! It’s nothing, I’ve gotten used to it really.” She says in a perky tone. Fay looks down and points out “I haven’t really left the bed, so…” she says while playing with the covers.

   Miyu pulls the covers back to her as Krystal empathizes with Fay by saying “Heh...hey, at least nohhhh...holdonamoment!” Krystal says as her face scrunched and nostrils flared. She sniffed firmly, hoping to quell the tickle in her sinuses.

   Being to anxious, she continued “Where wehihh…” seeing that her nose was too much trouble for her, she wanted to set herself straight and pressed her finger against her nose while continuing her thought. “At least we’re sick togehihhh...Hachhieww! Unfortunately!”

   Miyu added to Krystal’s thought by saying “Yeah, it’ll be great. We’ll hang out together, yawns have some zzzzs.” Miyu said as her lids became heavier from her stuffy head. Krystal continued to be frustrated as she yelled “Damn it, why can’t I stihhh…” she desperately rubs her vixen nose with the palm of her hand. Grinding at the soft, gentle organ, continuing to abuse it’s bouncy texture.

   Miyu’s eyes water, causing her to get up and rub her eyes. She started to feel less and less drowsy as her sinuses continued to be more and more ticklish from her fresh cold. Her eyes pop wide open for a second, cueing her hand to fall right under her nose. Her body leans back with her nose taking brief control. “Heptskhhhh. Rahh...rahh...rahhpstshhhhh!...” Miyu continues to sneeze.

   Fay’s canid nose twitches fiercely, as she surrenders herself to the will of her nose. “Epchieewwwhhh!” Fay sniffs and attempts to stop the tickle right in its tracks as her eyes spot a pillow to suppress her suffering. She takes the pillow as she shoves it directly into her face and trys to ease up while the sneezes start rolling. “Mmf. Mhh-mhhepsthhh! Hepxtshh! Hep-” Fay continued to sneeze with no end.

   Krystal snaps herself out of her sinuses and back into reality. She looks to her left and sees both Miyu and Fay sneezing there heads off, who knows how long they could sit there. There bodies convulsing, dying, begging for help. It made her just feel sick. She was sick! She had to do something, so she decided to stand up to go get some Adimvil.

   Krystal’s knees nearly went limp as soon as she made any effort to walk forward. Her nose was reacting again, she could succumb to her defeat like her friends. She can’t, she’s the strongest vixen in the galaxy, with the best nose money can’t buy. She lifted her face up and crawled, not because she was weak, but because that’s how heros do it. It was cool, like the space marines.

   As Krystal got warmer, so did her nose, and this race wasn’t looking good. She wasn’t even halfway to the kitchen that had the Adimvil and her nose was on fire! She could’ve given up then and there, but she took it like the vixen-y vixen she was and guarded her nose with a mighty finger, telling it who’s the boss. Every inch she took, her face begged for release. She could almost feel her sinuses crying out for her to give in. What looked like a few feet were a mountain to her, and she was just about to reach the top and boy she did.

   Feeling satisfied with reaching the top, every fiber of her but her nose forgot of the journey ahead. Giving in, Krystal let herself and her nose go. “Huhchiewww! Eh, it huh-hurts...ehhchiewww!” As she was sneezing, she dropped the bottle of Adimvil while it rolled along the hard, metal floor of the ship.

   Still sneezing, Miyu’s pointy ears picked up the sound of the door opening despite it being drowned out by her boisterous nose and it’s insistent behavior. She jumped up and poked Fay while saying “Ey, we gotta get that.” Miyu quickly turned around and held out her hands and said “Hold and don’t let go.” Fay shook her head.

   As Miyu was barely falling off the bed, her long, spotted tail stretched out to grab the medicine not far from them. Fay was reeling back for a sneeze as Miyu was doing this, unaware of the current situation.

   Barely touching the medicine, Miyu leaned back just a bit more. Right when Miyu was just about to grab the medicine, Fay exploded with a sneeze “Hmmf...Ehchiewwwhhhh. sniffle”.Causing both to fall on the ground.

   As they both rub there sore heads, a short figure with tall appendages on its head comes forth. Coming in a bit closer, it appears to be Peppy Hare.

   Peppy isn’t in his usually vest, however. It seems to resemble more of a jumpsuit and a fish bowl on his head? Befuddled, the three girls climb back up onto their feet seeing what Peppy has to say.

Krystal raises a hand to ask Peppy a question before quickly being shut down by his formal statement. He says “I know, I know. This all seems rather odd, but when there is a rhyme, there is reason for it. It looks like you three lovely ladies have been selected for our newest routine test.” The girls look confused as Peppy continues “You see, discipline just doesn’t work the same as it used to. So we have created more unorthodox methods. So instead of scorning you or lecturing you about things you already know, we thought we should uh...control your bodies.” The girls clench their chest in shock. Peppy adds “Joining Star Fox, you should already know we control your identities. With advancements in cybernetic technology, we can control who’s in and who’s not. Meaning, if we want you out there, or to take time for recreational affairs, we can decide if you are healthy or not.”

   Krystal raised her hand and asked “I see and all, but what about-” she then pointed to Peppy’s fishbowl helmet. Peppy replies “Oh, this? I’m just getting ready for the galactic halloween party. I’m an alien!” he says giddily. Miyu rolls her eyes, then right when her eyes meet her nose, she's greeted with a quick “Rrchhieww! sniffle

   Shocked, Peppy asks “ Which one of you were the sick one?” Krystal interjects “Wait a minute, I thought you made us ill. What is this?”
   Panicking, Peppy points out “Of course, but we don’t cause sneezes. That’s just unsanitary!” He quickly walks back to where he was while yelling “Code red, code red!...” Farther away, Peppy says “Slippy, your suppose to press the button.”
“ I don’t even know where the button is.”

Peppy then mocks “ I don’t even know where the button is “

“Hey, I don’t sound like that!”

 “Sure you do...because how do you not know when to press the red button.”

“Ohhh, you mean this one!”

   “No, that’s for ejec-!” Peppy screams as he and Slippy fly away in a escape pod.
   The three girls look at each other, thinking about the strange events that just occured. Miyu, unaware of the Halloween party screams “Krystal, oh my god! Whihhhchiptskksshhh! Why didn’t you tehihhh…” Krystal puts a finger under Miyu’s nose as Miyu gave her a mean look on her face, crossing her arms. “Well, when we’re you gonna tell me?” Krystal pretended to ponder, but then said “ Well…” as she removed her finger from Miyu’s nose, causing a sneezing fit out of her.

   Krystal’s nose soon followed, with Fay being left with the burden of bringing the two back in the bedroom. The all quickly fell to the ground from being so sick and after 20 minutes, Fay inched her way back to the bed with her gigantic sneezes pushing her forward.

   Back on the bed, the three were curious on what movie they should watch first. As they were looking through the holo-discs, a few movies caught there eyes. Krystal was the least sneezy at this time, finding a good romance movie for them. Annoyed, Miyu chimed “Cahihhchitpkshhh! Can wehihhh…” Seeing Miyu couldn’t get a single thought out, Krystal responded “ If you let your sneezes out when they came, maybe we won’t watch the lovey dovey movie “. Miyu’s ears hang low, trying to tolerate the movie. Not like she could go 5 minutes without sneezing her head off.

   After the movie ended, Fay still couldn’t stop sneezing. Miyu took her finger and placed it under Fay’s nose, Fay asked “I dihhh-didn’t see the whole...what happened to her?” Miyu answered and Fay screamed “What?! But everything was-cries and whines.”

   Irritated, Miyu let go of Fay’s nose and crying turned back into sneezing. Krystal was looking for another movie, her nose twitched, and so did her hand. She ended up selecting an action movie and before she could objectify, she began to struggle with herself.

   Her nose felt raw, her muzzle tired, her eyes reddened and her fur a mess. She felt more bothered to rub her nose than to sneeze, but every hitch and every flinch in her muzzle caused more and more pain. Not so much for her to throw in the towel, but she wanted to give up, but she couldn’t give up rubbing, scrubbing, doing anything to stop the endless tickle, the endless battle, no war with her nose. “Hepcheiwww!” By the time the sneeze came out, the end credits were already rolling, time flashed right before her eyes. Right next to her, her friend Fay was traumatized by the violence as Miyu teased with a casual finger hanging below her nose saying “Come on, you do way worse when you're out there.” Fay broke into tears. Miyu quickly reminded Fay “Remember what you used to say, it’s all a video game, right?” She chuckles. Krystal looks Miyu right in the eye, feeling disappointed. Fay lightens up and says “Yeah, sniff heihhhchiewwwhhh! Just a game...Speaking of which, wanna watch this movie?” They both shake their heads as Fay starts the movie.

   While Krystal is helpless to help her own nose, Miyu still has some breathing room. She may only see the movie in little bits but as Miyu pieces the plot together. The puppets in the movie look oddly familiar to Miyu, so much so that she holds back her sneezes just to get a better picture. Just as Miyu figures it out, the surprised feline hears her friend quote “I’ll get you next time, Star Fox. Hehehe, he doesn’t even look like a dog.” Miyu then says “You know what that is, right?” Fay looks at the movie, then at Miyu again as she understands how she feels. Fay responds with “Oh, you haven’t heard? They got this new game called “Lylat Wars”, you should check it out. I’ve played it ever since I got sick here. I never even knew about the movie?” Miyu replied “But I did just here you say “Star Fox”, which is right here?” Fay says “Nope, it’s probably a different dimension. Besides, were famous. But it sucks that none of us are in it. Except Fox or whatever.”

   Offended, Krystal points a finger at Fay in fury before her nose twitches again for her attention. Curious, Miyu asks “Well how can you prohihh...prove thihhachiewww!” Miyu rubs her nose as the movie says “Do a barrel roll!” Miyu says “Wait, Peppy doesn’t say that. He says to do an Aileron roll…” Convinced of Fay’s claim, she quickly runs to the window as she says “Ohhh...hihhh sniffle hachptskksshh!” Fay hands Miyu a tissue to blow her nose.

   Miyu’s nose isn’t satisfied, scrunching yet again, her muzzle is filled to the brim with a ticklish urge. Her ears flatten, her head rearing, her hand waving. Nostrils flared as wide as they can be, Miyu releases “Hahccchiewww! sniff She continues “Oh my god!” She says as she discovers the fourth wall, and it’s covered in dust “Hechcieww!” and then the real fourth wall, of the Star Fox Fanfiction universe.

What is peppy doing with this illness technology, is Adimvil really just an Advil rip-off, does Fay Spaniel really see all. Find out next time in
YOUR DREAMS
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General Chatter / Re: Do you think its cute when
« on: January 10, 2018, 08:27:18 PM »
I wouldn't say "cute", more like "erotic".  ::)
Well, even though it is erotic, it's still pwetty cute :3

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