Apparently I forgot to post this.
Unlike her sisters, Topaz has a hard time holding back her sneezes, and is very fast to react...
Topaz is fast on the draw in everything, exceeding her sisters by a large margin in how quickly she'll react to any situation. It's natural for a Jolteon-girl to be speedy, although sometimes it makes for big trouble. Whereas any of the others could have at least a chance to hold in their sneezes, Topaz rarely sees the opportunity.
It's not a terrible thing, of course. Sneezing gets allergens out of your system... at least in most cases. But in the rare case where it can't, Topaz finds herself in an awkward position.
She doesn't cover, nor see any reason to; nobody is around for at least a mile. The dusty trail past the river is abandoned except for her, the one morning jogger out on the route. She simply lets the sneeze explode out of her, scaring off nearby birds.
She sniffs, recovering swiftly and standing up straight. She stopped running to let the tickle run its course, and gives her black nose a twitch from one side to the other.
Recovered, she stretches her arms over her head, arching her back. The motion presses her breasts out against her sports bra, and she tightens her toned calves as she rises up onto her toes, reaching for the fading stars. She relaxes and prepares to start running again when the need to sneeze hits her again.
Where is that coming from? The wind is blowing from the river and past her face. She sniffles, and feels the tickles well up again.
"AAHHSSSHHHOOOOO! AAHHSSSHHHHOOOOO! HEHHHCCCCCHHOOOOOOO! HEHHCCHHOOOO HEHHHCHHHOOOO HEEEHHHHCCCHHHHOOOOOOOOOO!"
Rapid-fire like always, the fit bursts out of her, leaving a static cling along her yellow-furred body. She inhales sharply as the wind picks up again, leaving her nose with a barrage of tingles.
"HAAAAAHHHSSSHHHOOOOOOO! HHAAAAAHHHHHSSSSSHHOOOOOOOOOO!! HAAAAAAHHHHHHSSSSHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!"
What in the world? This hasn't happened before on this route. Is it the abnormal wind throwing dust in her face? Topaz, bent over from sneezing so harshly, brings herself back upright and takes a hurried few steps forwards... before she buckles over with another fit.
"HAAAHHHSSSSHHHOOOOO!! AAHHHHCCHHHOOOOOOOOOO! AHHHHHCCCHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! HAH...HAAAHHHHHHCCCCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAHHHHHCCCCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!"
Her fur has started to make its transition into needles. She catches her breath with a confused shake of her head and looks to where the wind is coming from. Swaying in the morning breeze are river weeds. Now she knows what's making her react with such vehemence.
It's a coincidence full of its own wordplay. All of the sisters have an allergy to cats, and simply can't be around them without eventually devolving into fits of sneezing. Likewise, there's a certain weed they're all allergic to...
The cat's tails weeds sway in the wind, which today has decided to blow in from the river instead of across it. Pollen tickles Topaz's nose, making her gasp sharply and lift her head. "AH...! AHHH!"
"AAAAHHHHHHCCCCCHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAHHHHHCCCCHOOOOOO! AHHHCHHOOO AHHHCHHOOO HHAHHCHOOOO HAAAAHHHCCCCCHHHHOOOOOOOOOO!"
"HAHHCHHOOOO! HASSSHHHHHOOOOO! AAAAAAAHHHHCCCCCHHHHHOOOOO! HEHHHCCCCCHHHOOOO! HEHHHHCCCHHHOOOOOOOO! HEEEEEEEHHHHCCCHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
She tries to stumble forwards, but can barely put one foot in front of the other as she continues to sneeze freely into the air. Her long ears are pinned back, and she feels her face dusted by another light breeze- enough to send a whirlwind of tickles down the inside of her muzzle. The air around her fur crackles lightly as she loses control of her lightning.
"AAHHSHHOOO! HEHHSHHHOOOO! HEH...HEHHSSSHHHOOOOOOO! HEEEEEEHSSSSHHHHHHHOOOOO! AAAAAHHHSSSSSHHHOOOOOOOO! AAHSHHHOOO! AAHHSHHHOOOO! AAHHHCHHOOOO! AAHHHCCCHHHHHHOOOO!"
"AAAH AAHH.. AHH...AAAAAHHH! AAAAAHHHHHCCCCCCHHHHOOOOO! AAAAAHHHHHCCCCHHHOOOO!"
The air is peppered with her explosive fit, the fur on her body standing on end, charged with electricity. Underneath her track shorts and sports top, it's starting to press against the fabric. She can't control herself, and keeps on sneezing.
"HAAAHHCHHOOOO! HAAAAAHHCCCCHHHOOOO! HAAHHHHHCCCHHHHOOOOO! HAAH..HAAAAHHHHCCCCCCHHHHHOOOO! AAH... AAAHH... AAAHH..."
Her fur stabs straight through her clothing, leaving holes in her outfit. It wouldn't be so bad if not for the second sneeze...
Which makes her bend forward to nearly horizontal, drawing the spikes through her outfit and tearing it to shreds as she doubles over. The wind shifts direction, blowing her black track shorts and her panties out towards the river as she sniffles and tries to regain composure, a hot blush flooding into her face.