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Writer's Den / Re: Library sniffles[F,allergies] Part 1
« on: April 23, 2017, 01:58:17 PM »
This is a pleasant surprise!  It's cute, I'd love to see more.  :)

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I'm New Here / Re: Hello!
« on: April 22, 2017, 07:29:56 PM »
Hi!  Welcome to the site!

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Art, Art, and Art! / Re: Braixen sneeze
« on: April 16, 2017, 03:55:35 PM »
This one is cute too.  :D

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Art, Art, and Art! / Re: Fox sneeze comic
« on: April 16, 2017, 01:57:25 AM »
Aww, poor thing.   :'(

Better luck next time, I hope.

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Writer's Den / Re: Lost in the woods [F]
« on: April 10, 2017, 10:02:37 PM »
Ottergal!  :-*  Always good to see more of them. 

Thanks for the fun little story!  :D

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Writer's Den / Re: The Premiere [F]--Now Complete!
« on: April 10, 2017, 11:22:34 AM »
I love hyenas! I do know that hyenas aren't canines or felines but their own family called Hyaenidae. They do have good noses like canines, and in spotted hyenas, the females are bigger and stronger than the males. It's kinda rare seeing a hyena sneeze, and i do wish there were more spotted hyena sneezefics. This one was really good! It had a lot of sneezes coming from the hyena, and it's way better than the ones I make.

Heh, yeah, I was underinformed as to the classification of hyenas when I wrote this.  Too late to do anything about it now.

I did know that female hyenas are the bigger and tougher ones, and specifically didn't make Lydia that way.  I imagine her as the runt of her family, she probably has a bigger, meaner sister who played sports in school while Lydia was writing for the school newspaper.  ;)

Glad you liked the story!  I've always wanted to revisit these two, but I haven't thought of a decent plot for them.

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Writer's Den / What's Up Your Nose, Doc? [F + Pokemon]
« on: April 08, 2017, 08:52:07 PM »
First, let me apologize for that title.  It's terrible, but I couldn't resist it. 

This story is my half of the trade I made with Feather, and is my repayment for her most excellent comic of Hayley the German Shepherd.  It features her character Kiara, who is supposedly the same Houndoom as the one seen here:  http://sneezefurs.org/index.php?topic=3317.0

I hope you all enjoy!  As always, I'd love to hear what you think!



Dr. Kiara Halloran made her way briskly down the street, shivering just a little at the chilly, early winter morning air and pulling her jacket tighter around herself.  The Houndoom wasn’t overly fond of the winter chill—fire types like warm weather, after all—but she couldn’t deny that it brought medical professionals like her plenty of business.  And she was thankfully reaching the end of her walk. 
   Kiara took in the sight of her workplace for a second before going for the door.  It wasn’t too impressive, just a small private practice and a far cry from the large hospital she hoped to work in one day, but it had its own charm.  She liked getting to know her regular patients and her fellow staff.  And the fact that she could walk to work from her home certainly didn’t hurt either. 
   The bells tied over the door made a soft jingling noise as she stepped inside, smiling as the heated air brought her body temperature up to a much more comfortable level. 
   “Morning, Dr. Halloran!” called the Floatzel receptionist from his spot behind the main desk.  He waved at Kiara, smiling widely. 
   “Good morning, Rudy,” she replied, smiling back.  “How are you this morning?”
   Rudy somehow found a way to make his grin even wider, showing off his sharp, white teeth.  “Great!  Always happy to see you.  And the others.  And the patients.  Meet and greet, that’s me.”
   The usually reserved and composed Houndoom found herself giggling uncharacteristically girlishly.  Not that she was surprised.  Rudy tended to have that brightening effect on people, it was one of the things that made him perfect for his job.  “Of course it is,” she chuckled as she turned to leave.
“Wait, one more thing.”  Rudy’s voice stopped her halfway through, and she turned back.  There was no need to prompt him; he continued almost without pause.  “Mr. Simmonds was in here just about ten minutes ago.”
Immediately, Kiara was all business.  “Is his son alright?”
Another wide grin from the Floatzel.  “Better.  They operated on him last night, and he should be making a full recovery.  The file’s on your desk.”
The Houndoom sighed, relived.  “That’s wonderful, Rudy, thank you for telling me.”
“Yes, Mr. Simmonds was exceedingly grateful.  He wanted to thank you in person, but he couldn’t stay.  And he left a gift for you.”
That got the Houndoom to cock an eyebrow.  “He didn’t need to do that.  I’m just doing my job.”
“I thought you’d say that, but he was quite insistent.”  Rudy winked. 
“What was it?  I hope it wasn’t expensive . . .”
“I’m sworn to secrecy, but it’s in on your desk!  Go have a look before you get to work,” he suggested.  “I’ll call you if any patients show up.”
“Thank you, Rudy.  I’ll take a quick look, then I’ll get set up.” 
“Think it’ll be a busy day?” Rudy asked as she turned to leave.
“Hard to say,” she replied over her shoulder, as she began walking down the hallway.  “But if it is, we’ll be ready!” 
Kiara took a deep breath as she headed for her office.  Something told her that this was going to be a long day.  Suddenly, the Houndoom’s nose gave a twitch.  She frowned, not breaking her stride.  What was that smell?  It seemed so familiar, and yet . . .
Kiara opened the door, and froze, eyes wide with shock.  Sitting on her desk was a large bouquet of flowers, with a paper note clipped to the side.  Her canine nostrils flared as she felt pollen radiating up her muzzle.  She mentally cursed herself for forgetting that Mr. Simmonds was the local florist.  What else would he have given her?  She knew all about allergies, knew all the ways the pollen was working its evil magic on her, but the Houndoom doctor was still helpless to resist her hypersensitivity to the stuff.  It was winter, she hadn’t taken any antihistamines!  Quickly, she pinched her nose, darted into the room, grabbed the note, shoved it in her pocket, and began to race down the hall. 
“R-ruh-Rudy!  P-p-please . . . the door . . . I’m going to . . . AAHHH . . . AAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
The Floatzel jumped at his desk, turning into the hallway just in time to find himself nose to irritated nose with a very sneezy Kiara.  So sneezy, in fact, that it didn’t look like she had time to get outside before . . .
Just as quickly as he had stumbled upon the scene, Rudy scrambled out of the way barely in time to avoid the fiery “HHRRRAAAAAAAHHTTTCCCHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” that exploded out of the Houndoom doctor.  Kiara purposely didn’t cover her sneeze—it wouldn’t do to risk burning her clothes off at a time like this!  The column of flame shooting out of her mouth and nostrils left a long scorch mark on the otherwise stark white floor, and left some wisps of thick smoke in the air as she recovered. 
“Bless you, Doctor Halloran!” cried Rudy from his hiding place. 
“Ugh . . .” Kiara sniffled, rubbing her runny, pinkening nose.  “My ah . . . allergies . . .”  She made a mental note to wipe the floor down later . . . fire types still shot out superheated spray after all, and that wasn’t exactly sanitary.
Rudy blushed.  “Sorry . . . I didn’t know you were allergic to flowers, I thought it was just the trees and grass.  Otherwise I, ah, might have handled that a little differently.”
The Houndoom found herself blushing back.  “No, it’s ahh . . . all pollen . . . maybe I should have been more speh-heh-hecific . . .” She sniffled wetly a few times, nostrils flaring.  The itch in the back of her muzzle spiked, the pollen apparently not all out, and her teary eyes snapped open.  “Oh no . . . Rudy . . . the duh-door . . . I’m gonna sneh-heh-heeze again!” 
The Floatzel didn’t need to be told twice.  He scampered across the floor, throwing the door open and ducking behind it, using it as a shield.  Kiara followed almost as quickly, mostly blinded by half-closed eyes clouded with allergic tears.  She braced herself with her hands on the doorframe, sneezing openly into the chilly morning air. 
“AAAAHHHHH . . . HHHAAAAAAAHHHHHH . . . HHRRRAAAAAAAHHTTTCCCHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  HRRRRREEEEAAAAAAATTTCCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
Again, a massive burst of fire and superheated spray accompanied each, shooting into the parking lot.  Fortunately there wasn’t a car parked just in front of the door!  Kiara realized that she was making something of a scene, but there wasn’t anything she could do about that. 
“. . . I think I’m okay for now.  Thank you, Rudy.”  She sniffled again.  “Ugh, I need a tissue . . .”  She took a handful from the box on Rudy’s desk, blowing her muzzle’s warm runniness into them and then dropping them into the trash.  “Ah, much better.”  Her nose twitched, still a little irritated but far less so than before. 
Rudy, still peeking around the door, finally decided the coast was clear and came back inside.  There was a pause, and then . . . “Great, Doctor Halloran, but, uh . . . what are we going to do about the flowers themselves?” 
“I have an idea,” sniffled the Houndoom, as she pulled out her phone and began to text the very familiar number of her Rapidash lover. 

K:  Hi Alicia.  Can I ask you a favor?
A:  Oh, hi sweetie!  <3  What is it?
K:  Well, I got some flowers at work, would you mind coming by and picking them up?  I don’t want to burn them . . .
A:  Oh, are the doctor’s allergies acting up again? XD
K:  Yeah.  :P
A:  Heh.  Well, I’ll do what I can, but I just got here.  I don’t think I’ll be able to make it over until lunch.
K:  Oh.
A:  Tell you what, honey, how about I meet you for lunch and then take the flowers and drop them at home on the way back?
K:  That would be nice, thank you.
A:  Anytime, sweetie!  <3


Kiara sighed, a bittersweet smile upon her face.  Not until lunch . . . she looked at the clock, dreading the next five hours. 
“How’d it go?” asked Rudy, shuffling papers.
“They’ll, uh, be here a while yet,” the Houndoom admitted, frowning.  This wouldn’t do at all, she needed to get at her files, but she couldn’t go into her office!  Sure, some of them were on her computer, but not everything.  And even if she had Rudy shut the flowers in another room, the pollen in the air would be too much for her.  The bouquet had already contaminated her office with its aromatic, allergenic presence.  Her brow furrowed as she pondered the situation.  Surely she could think of something, she’d made it through medical school after all . . .
Before too long, she accepted that her best hope was to rely on the Floatzel again, much as she would have preferred to handle things herself.  Swallowing her pride, Kiara removed a small key from her keychain, and looked up at where Rudy was just finishing putting a stack of pages away. 
“Rudy? Er, one other thing . . .”
“Yes, Doctor?” he asked politely in reply.
She was blushing again as she handed him the key to her file cabinet.  “I hate to ask, but could you help me get the patient files for the day, please?  If I go back in there, I’m going to start sneezing again . . . and that wouldn’t be good.  I can watch the desk while you’re gone.” 
“Not a problem, Doctor,” he smiled, taking the key in one hand and a copy of the appointment schedule for the day in the other. 
The Houndoom let out a sigh of relief.  “Oh, thank you so much, Rudy.  You’re a lifesaver.”
He didn’t say anything, just flashed her a grin that made her feel silly for worrying as he ducked around the corner. 
Kiara took his seat behind the reception desk, and immediately found herself at a loss as to what to do.  Aside from her and Rudy, the building was empty, no emergency cases were coming in, and she couldn’t even review her files.  Remembering the note in her pocket, she pulled it out, reading it carefully. 

Dear Doctor Halloran,

Your guess that Evan was suffering from appendicitis and not stomach flu was correct, but thanks to your speedy referral, the doctors were able to catch it early and perform the proper surgery.  He should make a full recovery. 
Please accept this gift, it’s the least I can do to repay you for your excellent care. 

Sincerely,

Robert Simmonds


A warm smile crossed her face as she lovingly put the note back into her pocket.  This sort of thing was why she’d entered the medical profession in the first place.  She made a mental note to tell Mr. Simmonds she was just doing her job the next time she saw him.  It probably wouldn’t hurt to mention her allergies next time either, just for safety’s sake.  And it would be nice to see Evan again; the little guy was just too cute.  She hoped that he’d be back to his usual bouncy self soon. 
That train of thought was suddenly pushed aside as Rudy rounded the corner, a stack of files under his arm and his usual wide smile on his face.  He triumphantly plunked the stack onto the desk just in front of the Houndoom doctor, setting her key neatly on top. 
A small gust of wind hit Kiara in the face as he did so, bringing with it an all-too-familiar smell.  Her eyes crossed to look at her nose, which had begun to tickle and run again, and she realized with growing horror that Rudy had brought a fair amount of pollen back on himself and her files.  Pollen that had just been stirred up into the air, and was tickling her nasal passages again . . .
Kiara ripped a whole handful of tissues from the nearby box and pressed them firmly to her runny, pink nose, jumping up from the chair as she did so.  “Oh no . . . AAAHHHHH . . . nuh-not again!” she cried as she dashed for the door, breath catching and eyes tearing.  Rudy’s satisfied expression vanished the instant he realized what was happening, and he made a move for the door as well, but the Houndoom outpaced him so quickly that he stopped before he took more than a couple steps. 
With her free hand, Kiara shoved the door open, sprinting through it and out into the parking lot.  Ideally, she would have then found a safe place to let a sneeze loose, but it was too late.  Her muzzle would not be denied any longer.  The young doctor had just enough time to let the tissues fall from her burning canine nose and brace herself to sneeze uncovered again before succumbing to her fit. 
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH . . . HHRRRAAAAAAAHHTTTCCCHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  HHRRRAAAAAAAHHTTTCCCHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  HRRRRREEEEAAAAAAATTTCCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!  HHRRRAAAAAAAHHTTTCCCHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  HHRRRAAAAAAAHHTTTCCCHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  HHRRRAAAAAAAHHTTTCCCHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  HRRRRREEEEAAAAAAATTTCCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
The Houndoom was the picture of allergic misery as she doubled over repeatedly, pointed tail lashing out behind her as she sneezed uncontrollably, fire shooting out of her mouth and nostrils with incredible force with every release.  Finally, Kiara straightened up, crossing her eyes and holding still for a second while her nostrils flared.  At last convinced that she was finished sneezing, she raised the mass of damp tissues in her hand to her freely running nose and blew hard, turning and walking back into the office. 
Rudy was waiting for the madly blushing doctor as she made her return, passing her a fresh handful of tissues.  The Floatzel’s eyes were wide with shock, but he still welcomed her with a   “Gesundheit, Doctor Halloran.”
“Thank you,” she breathed, taking them and blowing again as she threw out the last wad.
“I’ve never seen you sneeze quite like that before,” he continued diplomatically.  “It’s, ah, wow.”
Kiara blushed harder, if that were possible.  “I need my antihistamines,” she admitted.
“Apparently so,” he replied, returning to his desk.  The Houndoom followed, sniffing the air tentatively, took her files, and found a chair in the waiting area.  At least now she could get some work done.  But there was one other thing she needed to do first.  Again she withdrew her phone from her pocket. 

K:  One other thing, Alicia.  When you stop at home, could you please grab my antihistamines and drop them off here before you go back?  I have a feeling I’m going to need them . . .

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Art, Art, and Art! / Re: The Sneezing Bullies [F, Anthro]
« on: April 06, 2017, 10:21:32 PM »
I never did comment on this, and I really should have.  This is fantastic!  I love the details, and it's fun to see bullies get theirs, no matter how small the victory.   :D  As long as it's something I can enjoy.

I'd love to see more art out of you, I like everything I've seen!

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I Found Something! / Re: Bull (M) ANIMATION (feather duster)
« on: April 02, 2017, 08:02:08 PM »
Heh.  Now I want to see something like this done with an anthro character of large proportions.

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This is an RP I did with the most excellent Raeder a little while ago.  I hope you all enjoy!  Comments are welcome, please don't be shy!

He wrote the parts of this involving Nilanth the dragoness, while I wrote the parts for Abigail the collie.


Nilanth grumbled and twisted her body, trying to curl up tighter. The howling wind outside her cave brought in a nasty chill, and though she was tucked far enough down the cave to keep the snow off of her feathers, the temperature was still well below comfortable. The brown-red dragoness shivered and cracked open an eye, looking down the cave for any potentially better spots. A ways to her right, on the other side of the expanse, there was a bit of an alcove, which might fit her if she tried hard enough. Standing up with a grunt, Nilanth padded quietly over to the hole and laid down again, shoving and straining to get a good portion of her body inside. After several minutes of this, she squeezed inside, her natural radiant heat being much more effectively trapped in the small space. Sniffling, and pawing at her itching nose, the dragoness put her head against her chest and shut her eyes, hoping to fall asleep before her cold decided to act up.

The young border collie grumbled to herself as she pressed on through the driving snow. Abigail cursed as she tried to see through the swirling white mass. The warrior was beginning to wish she'd listened to the innkeeper about the problems in crossing the mountains in winter, but the headstrong collie hadn't. Oh, what she would give for her warm bed at the inn right now! She'd be happy with shelter of any kind, really. The piercing wind seemed to cut through her heavy coat, armor, and fur, chilling her to the bone and stinging her sensitive canine nose. She felt the tickle spike as a snowflake went up her muzzle, and the busty, fit warrior sneezed, bucking forward with a loud "WAAATCHHOOOO!!”  The tickle faded, and she opened her eyes with a wet sniffle.  “Ugh . . .” she muttered, wishing the snow would stop blowing up her nose. Suddenly she caught a hint of black in her sight. Was it? She ran towards it.  As she approached, it became clear that it was indeed the cave she had been hoping for.  With a cheer, Abigail hurried inside.

With what had felt like seconds to go before she might have finally found some rest, the dragoness was yanked away from sleep by a quiet yell, echoing around her cave. She blinked tiredly, head rising up to take a look around. Nilanth snorted and twisted her snout, trying to quell her nose, but was distracted by a shadow near the entrance, what seemed to be a familiar outline against the blinding white blizzard behind. "Azva!" she swore quietly, ducking down and trying to hide in her niche. "A knight, now? You've got to be kidding me." Her breath was getting a little uneven, oval nostrils starting to tickle in earnest now that she'd woken up. She clamped a wing over her snout and hoped for the best, trying to keep from making a sound.

"Wow,” Abigail murmured to herself. "It's big in here . . . and warm . . . oh no, not again!" she suddenly groused as she felt her muzzle tickling again. Shoot, was that snowflake still in there? She pressed a finger under her soft, pink nose, feeling it beginning to run over her fingers. She wasn’t going to surrender to this sneeze.  She could do this! She was a warrior! She was strong, she was tough, she was . . . "AAHH-AAAHHTTCCHHHOOOO!!! WAAATCHHOOOO!! HHAAAHHHTTCCHHHOOOOO!!!!" The busty collie sneezed a triple, doubling over with each and spraying around her finger quite a bit.

The brown dragoness clenched her teeth as the tickle started to sink deeper into her nose, taking hold of more sensitive parts of her nares. Her breath silently fluttered, nostrils flared as she gasped. She did a good job of keeping quiet until at last she could take no more. Nilanth felt her breath hitch despite all her efforts, and she buried her nose in her wing in preparation. "Hhrrr.. Hrrruhh... Hhhhrrrruuuuhhh.. HH-HHR! HRRR'TCH-NGGMmmmp!..." The dragoness managed to muffle the sound to some degree, but it totally failed to relieve the tickle, making it worse if anything. She could feel more not far away, and no way to stop them. Through bleary eyes she tilted her head a little to take a peek at the shadow in the entrance, wondering if she was discovered.

Abigail cocked a folded ear, thinking for a moment she heard a noise, though it was hard to tell over the roaring of the blizzard and the echoing of her sneezes. After a second she decided that it was probably her imagination, and crept deeper into the cave, still rubbing at her pink, runny nose, which tickled fiercely despite her previous sneezes. Just in case, she called out.  "Any . . . Ehh . . . Anyone there?" *Sniff.*

It seemed the intruder didn't really know she was there yet, but without being able to quell the tickles it was only a matter of time. Nilanth growled in her head, cursing herself. She was a DRAGON; why was she sniffling like this? Her head tilted up, sliding away from her wing, eyes closing and nostrils flaring wide. A few quiet hitches were sucked through her open mouth, snout twitching left and right as the sneeze built. Meanwhile, the shadow was getting closer, and becoming less of a black sillouhette. A young canine, it seemed. The dragon relaxed a little, not seeing the air of professionalism the more experienced knights carried. Who was this girl? It was unlikely she was here to fight... but Nilanth couldn't think about it too long, because the tickle had finally become unbearable. She reared up, maw open wide in a large gasp. "HHHRRAAAHH!" All cover was blown well before she buckled forward in a much larger sneeze than before, sparks, smoke and small tongues of flame leaping from her mouth and nose. "HHRRRRAAASSSHHIIEEOOWW!!"

Abigail jumped at the surprising noise, and the shape that appeared, silhouetted by the flames and sparks. A dragon! The collie warrior let out a very unprofessional shriek of terror, and only the driving blizzard outside prevented her from turning tail and not looking back. A second later the smoke and ashes caught up to the canine's nose, and she was helpless to do anything but sneeze out the irritants as they entered her tender nasal passages. "WAAATCHHOOOO!! HAAHHTTCCHHHOOOOOO!!! HHAAAHH . . . HHAAAHHHHH . . . HHIIIIHHKK'SSSHHHOOOOOOOO!!!!" She doubled over with each powerful sneeze, tail whipping out behind her.

Nilanth lowereed her head to one paw and rubbed her nose, sniffling wetly. She felt quite dizzy, as she normally did after sneezing so hard. It seemed she had found a moment of relief in the tickles, which let the dragon turn her attention to the canine as she buckled over in a fit of her own. When the newcomer seemed to be finished, Nilanth's low, but musical voice rang out. "Who are you, and why are you here?" The question was commanding, but not agressive.

Abigail backed up against the wall after recovering from her sneezes, shivering in terror. "D-D-D-Dragon . . ." was all that escaped her lips, all of her usual arrogance gone. Her twitching nose temporarily forgotten, she stared for some seconds before her brain seemed to register the question. "Oh! M-m-m-my name is Abigail . . . but my friends call me Abby . . . and I'm here . . . I'm here because it's so cold out there. But I didn't know you lived here I'll leave right now if you want ohgodspleasedon'teatme!" Her voice became progressively faster and more frantic as she pressed harder against the wall, trying to meld into the stone of the cave.

"Abigail..." she echoed, as if testing the name. "I will not eat you. That would be awfully barbaric." Nilanth seemed to smirk in the dim light, and as she continued to speak, she started to pull herself out of the enclove, just in case. "Dragons eating people is very rare, if not a myth... A rumor spread around to keep people away." She rolled onto her belly, front paws crossed over one another, head hovering just above Abigail's height. She didn't get any closer to the cowering girl. "Under normal circumstances I would ask you to leave, but..." She turned her head to look out towards the blizzard. "I feel that today it would be rude, even for my standards."

Abigail tensed as the dragon approached, but relaxed a little when she stopped. "A-a myth?" she asked, beginning to catch her breath, and trying to stand a little taller. The dragon's proximity was warming her quite a bit now, and she winced as the snow caught in her various layers of clothing began to melt, seeping ice-cold water into the fur all over her body. Her pink canine nose twitched, and she crossed her eyes for a second, rubbing at the troublesome thing. What was its problem? Then she refocused her attention. "The villagers told me there were fierce dragons in these mountains, but . . ." She stopped herself before she said that she thought it was a myth.

Nilanth shrugged. "That is our deal with them. We leave their herds untouched and they keep travellers like you out of our scales. Or try to, as it were the case." The dragon snorted, both in amusement and in reaction to the tingle that still lurked in her nose. "We are well enough along without terrorizing them. Plenty of animals in the lower mountains, and the forests not far off." A sniffle. "Bah. This weather does not agree with anyone, it seems," the dragoness remarked, seeing how Abigail was also affected.

Abigail shivered again, this time at the cold water soaking her, not in fear. The border collie stood straighter and ran a hand through her short-cut hair, trying to regain some of the composure she'd lost from her first impression. "I guess that's why they didn't want to talk about it." Abigail sniffled again, feeling her pink nose beginning to run again. "Gah," she muttered, wiping it with her hand and then wiping the hand on her heavy fur coat. "So, *sniff*, ah, what's your nah-name?"

The dragoness tilted her head slightly as she spoke again. "Nilanth," she said simply, scrunching her nose. Some new tickle had perked up there, further back, and it didn't feel like it was her cold. To let it show, however, would hurt her pride. "I suppose you may stahh... hhhehhh.... stay until the storm passes." Her nostrils flared, snout quivering.

Abigail shrugged off her bulging backpack, heavy coat, and her sword belt, letting them fall to the floor with a series of thuds and clatters and revealing the suit of leather armor she was wearing underneath. "Nilanth?" Abigail tasted the word. "Interesting nahh . . . name." She pinched her nose, still shivering. "Ugh, all this snow has melted right into me . . . It's lih-like ice . . . Ahhh!" Suddenly the collie froze, eyes squeezing shut, head angling back. She massaged her soft, pink nose in her hand, and felt some mucous run over her fingers again. After a second she relaxed. "Sorry about thah-that, I thought I was going to sneeze . . ."

Nilanth shook her head and exhaled heavily. Was it something Abigail was carrying? The tickle got worse as the assortment of gear hit the ground. 'Maybe it'll be just one,' she thought to herself, deciding that the sooner she got rid of the itch, the better, while she had some inkling of control. "Hhhhrrrahh... hhrr-eeh... One mome-HEEHH!" Her scaled head tilted back, feathers waving from the quick jerk, wing unfurling as a shield between herself and the girl. "HHHRR-EEH'TCHEEH!- *GASP* RRREEEEEHHSSSSHHHOOOOOO!!!" The first sneeze, tiny by dragon standards, faintly lit the area with a burst of sparks, while the second blasted out a stream of flames that deflected off of her wing and flew harmlessly into the ground, leaving little smoke. Nilanth sniffled wetly, rubbing her nose into the elbow of her wing. "Sorry... This weather..."

"EEP!" Abigail jumped as the dragoness sneezed, then sighed in relief as the sneeze was blocked. "Suh-something wrong?" she asked, still shivering. "Damn water, still so cuh-cold . . ." She let go of her nose and began to fiddle with her armor, only to seize up, eyes squeezing shut. "AH! AAHHH! WAAATCHHOOOO!!" The collie bent forward, sneezing uncovered loudly but still much softer than Nilanth. Some thicker mucous was shot from her nostrils, splattering on the floor, but she didn't seem to notice.

Perhaps due to their common ailment, Nilanth felt unusually generous. Her talons clacked on the stone floor as she repositioned herself. "If you would like to dry off, you might use me," she proposed, referring to her body's heat. "I'll give you your privacy if you need it." She turned and tucked her head under her left wing, leaving Abigail to herself on the right. A very faint hum could be heard as she exhaled roughly, rubbing her nose.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," Abigail sniffled. Truth be told, she had a suspicion but didn't want to admit it. "I've been sneezing all up the mountain thanks to the wind blowing snowflakes up my nuh-nose, but I'm still . . . stihh . . ." A finger pressed under her nose made the sneeze recede long enough for her to finish undoing all the clasps. The collie slid out of her breastplate and stepped out of her pants, revealing her naked form, if any were able to see it. She's a black and white beauty, with toned arms and legs, a very ample chest, and generously curved hips. No sooner had the fluffy collie freed her body when she jammed a finger back under her nose. "Oh, that would be wuh-huh-wonderful," she admitted, walking over to the dragoness and leaning against her side. Oh it was warm, softer than she expected too. Quickly the collie turned, pressing her front into Nilanth. "Mmmm," Abigail let out a happy little sigh as her heavy breasts pressed in, warming her deep cleavage, where much of the melted snow had ended up.  The moment would be perfect if only her nose would stop tickling, she reflected, continuing to rub it with her finger.

Nilanth flinched ever so slightly as the collie leaned against her. She'd never let anyone who wasn't of her species get so close to her, let alone touch her. Despite what she would have assumed, she sort of liked the light pressure as Abigail pressed against her side. A slight ripple washed down her body as she shivered a little, and then sniffled again. "Better?" The dragoness licked the end of her snout and tucked her head against her body a bit more.

Abigail had to smile, pressed against the warm, softly-feathered side as she was. "Oh yes, warm and muh-mostly dry," she sighed, breath catching a bit. She stayed there a few seconds longer before reluctantly moving to retrieve her armor and supplies. The heavy coat, sword belt, and backpack were scooped up into her arms. "Should probably leh-het this dry tuh . . . AAHHH . . . HHAAAHHHTTCCHHHOOOOO!!!" Without her trusty finger to rub against her nose the nude collie sneezed, dropping her armful of supplies, splattering all over the floor, and putting on quite a jiggly show if there had been anyone watching. With a groan and a muttered curse, she crouched and began to gather it all up again, sniffling due to her now very runny nose.

Nilanth started at the loud sneeze and subsequent thumping of objects falling to the floor. "Everything okay back there?" She arched her back a little so that she could see between the floor and her belly, spying Abigail muttering and rearranging her belongings. She seemed very generously shaped for one of her kind, which put a faint smirk on the dragoness' lips. Lowering herself back down before she was discovered, Nilanth shut her eyes and wiggled her muzzle. "Do try not to sneeze *on* me if you can. I'll certainly try to avoid the other way around, myself."

"I understand," said Abigail, sticking out her tongue in disgust as she wiped a thick, yellow strand from each of her nostrils. "I wouldn't want this on me either . . but it beats being incinerated." No point in lying to herself any longer, she reflected. She definitely had a cold. Damn it. "You wouldn't mind if I warm my clothes on you, would you?"  The collie normally wasn't this polite, but dragons have a way of commanding respect.

"Mmmh... No, I don't think so. Go ahead." She rearranged her wings and curled her tail over her paws, making a pillow of sorts to rest her head on. She could feel her nose running slightly, and there was still that strange extra tickle from something. "Tail or hips, I suppose. I won't feel it as much there."

Abigail arranged her armor, coat, and backpack along the dragoness's tail, and then sat down, leaning back against Nilanth's large hip. It wasn't long at all before she began to sniffle again, runny, pink nostrils flaring and twitching, her breath catching and becoming shaky. "Ahhh . . . AAHHH! *Sniff.* . . . ugh. Hah-HHAAHHH! . . . Damn it!"

The dragoness listened in some amusement, and could feel her hitching against her side. "Stuck?" A chuckle rumbled out from her chest. "That is rather un... unfortunate." Nilanth's speech faltered as a quiet gasp got past her defenses. She nuzzled her arm vigorously in another futile attempt to relieve the lurking need to sneeze.

Abigail let her head fall back, hitting the dragoness with a dull thud. "Yes. *Sniff.* Gods damn it, I hate having a cold . . ."

Nilanth chuckled again. "Let me know if you need something, I suppose. I'm going to try to sleep befuhhh... HHhhrruhh... hhrruuggh-guhh. NNMmm-nmm-mnnmm-nmmm," she hummed as she rubbed her paw on her nose, still not doing anything for the tickle. "Rrrrrrr... Speaking of colds..."

"Duh . . . do you have a cold, too?" asked the collie, still sniffling and rubbing her temperamental nose. "I didn't know dragons could cah . . . catch colds . . . HAAHH!" She seized up with the beginning of another sneeze, which just as suddenly faded. "Oh, this is REALLY getting on my neh . . . nerves."

"It's not c-common. I got stuck out in thehhh~... the blizzard after hunting earlier... I, uh, got a bit lost in the white-out and... RRRREEHH!" Her chest expanded suddenly as she gasped, head leaving the ground and tilting up. There was silence for a few seconds, and then a shaky exhale. "... I spent far too long heading home. S-suh-o now I'm stuck with this." She sniffed hard, only serving to further aggravate her nose. "Hhaahh... heehhh... heeehhh..."

"Not being able to sneeze is just the wuh-worst, isn't ih-hih-hit?" asked Abigail, breath still shaky. She began to frantically fan at her face, trying to bring the tickle to a head. "Heh . . . HAAHH! . . . HHAAAHHHHH!" She hung there, muzzle pointed straight up, for a few seconds before "HHAAAHHHTTCCHHHOOOOO!!!" A messy, uncovered sneeze splattered over a large tract of cave floor. "Oh, much better!"

"Y-youhh... telling me? HHhehhh-aahhh!..." The dragoness hardly noticed Abigail's sneeze, focused on her own. 'Come out or stop, pick one!' she thought, cursing the persistent tingling. "It woohhh... won't come out... HHRRrrraaaaahhh..." She straightened out, head bent towards the floor in front of her now. One eye flicked over to Abigail for a moment, as if she was considering asking for help, but her closing eyelids quickly obscured the fact.

Abigail turned her head, seeing the dragon's peek. Belatedly she realized that Nilanth had seen her bare chest, and she found herself blushing. Noticing the dragon’s considering glance, she realized she could help "Well . . . if you want some encouragement, I, er . . . might be able to do something?" she finished lamely, realizing that she didn't have a plan at all.

Breath still stuttering, the dragoness turned her head to be closer to the collie, jaws parted slightly with how often her breathing would hitch. "B-be careful... Gguuhhh..." She clenched her paws, feeling her claws scrape silently against the stone floor.

Abigail blushed more as she approached the dragoness's head, acutely aware of her nudity. But there was nothing she could do about that now. Carefully, the collie climbed onto Nilanth's head, balanced, and began to swish her fluffy tail across the dragoness's wide, runny nostrils. "Hope this heh . . . helps . . ." she gasped. With her arms preoccupied holding her steady she couldn’t rub at her nose, and the canine felt another tickle brewing in her muzzle . . .

Nilanth gasped deeply, head immediately tilting back. Her eyes cracked open, pupils crossed over, giving her double vision of the naked canine straddling her muzzle. "Whuuhh... Wait ehhh mmmeeehhh..." Her eyes squeezed shut, snout wrinkling underneath Abigail. "HHRRREEEHHH!! HRRRAAAAAAHHHHHH--...?!!" The sneeze, suddenly racing to come out, had paused, but she knew it wouldn't last. Nilanth's eyes opened, though the sneezy sneer remained on her features, and she tilted her head down enough so that the girl slid off, grabbing her with one paw as her eyes pinched shut again, nostrils flaring wildly. "HHEEHH! NNMMEEHHREEEH!!" Her wing spread out over the collie just in time. "HHHHhhhhHR-RRREEEHHAAAAA'TCHHHO?OOOOOOOoooooo~!!!" A veritable pillar of fire exploded forth, yellow and white, crashing over rocks and bouncing off the walls and floor for nearly twice the length of her body. She reflexively curled up with the force of the sneeze, tail whipping around behind her head, Abigail still securely tucked away from the violent reaction. It would be several seconds until the last crackles of the fire died down, yet a dim red glow was still present in the rock closest to her snout. Wisps of smoke trailed from her nose and mouth, an expression of drunken happiness spreading to her lips and eyes as they opened again, and she sighed. Then, with a flinch, she lifted her wing enough to look underneath, peering down with genuine worry at the girl, clutched against her soft side. "Are you okay?"

Abigail yelped as she slid off of Nilanth's snout, and whimpered as she heard and felt the powerful, fiery sneeze blasting out of the dragoness. Thank goodness she'd moved her supplies, or she'd have ended up being naked for much longer! Unfortunately, her annoying cold was causing another teasing tickle in her nasal passages, and in Nilanth's haste to move her, she'd felt several of the dragoness's thin, long feathers brush against her tender, irritated nose. "Ahhh . . . AAHHH . . ." Remembering Nilanth's request to not get sneezed on, she rubbed and pinched her nose, trying her hardest to hold the sneezes in, but it was no use. She was delaying them, but they were going to come bursting out of her soon. Nilanth lifting her wing was the last straw. A wind current hit Abigail directly in the face, bringing with it smoke from the dragoness's powerful sneeze. She couldn't hold back her terrible fit any longer and threw her head back, hand falling from her nose and planting itself on the ground to steady her. Abigail sneezed wildly, her tail whipping about and her ample breasts shaking madly. "HHAAAHHHTTCCHHHOOOOO!!! WAAATCHHOOOO!! AAAHHHTTCCHHHOOOOOOO!!! HHAAAHHHTTCCHHHOOOOO!!!" and finally, with an arch of her back that forced her chest out perfectly in Nilanth's view, "AAHHH, AAAAHHHHHH, AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHTTTTCCCHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" She gasped as the fit ended, panting to catch her breath, and then flushed deep red as she realized that her sneezes had splattered yellow mucous on Nilanth's side, wing, and especially her face, which had been hit dead on by several of the blasts. "Oh gods, Nilanth, I'm so sorry, I couldn't control them!" Her eyes widened, the naked  border collie quivering with fear.

The dragoness snorted softly, a ghost of a smile appearing. "Don't bother... it comes off." There was a hint of darkness in her words, of how close of a call it had been between Abigail and flambé. She peeked over her wing to where the girl's armor lay across her tail; minus a couple ash streaks and burn marks, it looked to be intact. "You might have a story with that," she chuckled, motioning to the equipment with her snout. "Feel free to exaggerate... and perhaps leave a few parts out." Nilanth loosened her grip slightly, at least enough for the other to breathe. After a tenative sniff, which revealed no tickles (The fire having burned out whatever had been stuck), the red-brown dragon hummed and smiled. "Finally. Perhaps I can sleep." She put her head down to the ground, wing moving to close over her legs before realizing the collie was still there. "...Uhm... I suppose I wouldn't mind if you don't want to move."

Abigail relaxed noticably. "You're right, I'll tell the story about how I met a dragon, heh." She sniffed tentatively, her nose feeling as soothed and clear as it ever would with this cold. "Mmmm . . . I think I'll be able to get some sleep now, too." The collie closed her eyes, seeming to forget her nudity as she snuggled up against Nilanth's soft, warm side. Before long, sleep claimed her, bringing with it dreams of a proper feather bed and a roaring fire.

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Art, Art, and Art! / Re: Jeannette Wilder ( F - Snow Leopard )
« on: March 25, 2017, 10:35:12 PM »
Love it!  Very happy to see you getting sone good use out of her. 

Prepare to weather the impending ice storm!  ;D

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Writer's Den / Re: [F + Adult + Allergy + Macro] Hayley's Hay Fever
« on: March 18, 2017, 01:45:58 AM »
Pretty much exactly what we decided.  But better than I dreamed under the Wisp touch!

You spoil me, you really do.  ;)

Poor farmers.  Gesundheit, Hayley!

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11/10, I adore it!  Now to work more on the story I promised you.

There's a lot of detail in this, I would encourage everyone to look closely and see what you can see!  ;D

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Very enjoyable!  Silly Heather . . .

I hope Kimberly's book made it out okay.   ;)

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I Found Something! / Re: Beat bugs - A netflix serie
« on: March 09, 2017, 08:18:59 PM »
Loving that cat sneeze!  ;D

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Art, Art, and Art! / Re: [F] Advertisement #1
« on: March 04, 2017, 06:50:08 PM »
Seconding all of Spare Wisp's ideas.  As for other suggestions, cold medicine, allergy medicine, and sneezing powder would all be good products!

Also: Otter!  :-*

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Writer's Den / Re: [F + Mature] Holly's Waitress Job
« on: February 26, 2017, 06:52:23 PM »
"Gesundheit, Holly!" *Passes her a large tip.*

Glad to see you writing more, Spare Wisp!  I'm with FS, I'd love to see more vignettes out of you!  This one was great, a lot of good anticipation packed into it.  Frankly I'm surprised that the mint didn't make her sneeze again while she was leaving.  ;)

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Art, Art, and Art! / Re: [F] Fox sneeze
« on: February 26, 2017, 04:23:00 AM »
Very solid. And I'd say pencil eraser shavings are the culprit! ;P

What makes you say that?  ???

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Art, Art, and Art! / Re: [F] Fox sneeze
« on: February 26, 2017, 02:42:38 AM »
Pretty vixie.   :-*  What's tickling her nose?

Excellent art as always, would love to see more out of you!

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Art, Art, and Art! / Re: [F] Master Tigress Sneeze
« on: February 18, 2017, 02:19:23 PM »
Wow, very nice!   ;D

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