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Art, Art, and Art! / A Bouquet for Delaney [F + Mature]
« on: April 16, 2018, 03:47:35 PM »
Another fun sketch I got from pollenpepperlover.   :)

Delaney's a pretty puppy and gets a lot of attention, including gifts of flowers that set off her allergies terribly.  Poor girl . . .

Art, Art, and Art! / Equines vs. Dust series [F + Mature]
« on: April 15, 2018, 09:52:13 PM »
Hi everyone!

I commissioned a nice series of sneeze pictures from pollenpepperlover, and I'm linking them here for all of your enjoyment!

They involved putting all of my equine girls on the same base, showing them sneezing at dust. 

Things got a little out of hand . . . there are nine of them now.   :o

Georgia Ann:

I hope you enjoy them!   :D 

Art, Art, and Art! / Jasmine's Glasses Sneeze [F + Mature]
« on: April 06, 2018, 04:19:04 PM »
Another great sketch by PPLover!

It's hard to find your glasses when you have allergies . . .

Art, Art, and Art! / Hayley in the Meadow [F + Mature]
« on: April 01, 2018, 12:30:54 AM »
Another sketch by Pollenpepperlover.

Hayley being Hayley.

Art, Art, and Art! / Heidi's Second Shower Sneeze [F + Messy + Mature]
« on: March 30, 2018, 02:27:34 AM »
Another lovely sketch from pollenpepperlover.  Hope you all enjoy!

Art, Art, and Art! / Sketch commissions! [F+Mature]
« on: March 27, 2018, 08:05:29 PM »
Art by PPL.

Debbie the horse:

Daisy the horse:

Clara the sheepdeer:

Art, Art, and Art! / [F + Mature] Heidi's Shower Sneeze
« on: February 27, 2018, 12:29:02 AM »
Poor Heidi is catching a cold.  She hoped a nice shower would help but it seems like the steam is just setting off her muzzle.

Art by the wonderful PerkyPossum on FA.

Writer's Den / [F + Mature] Hayley and Jasmine
« on: December 17, 2017, 06:15:17 AM »
It's been a long time since I've posted a story around here, hasn't it?   :P  Let's change that.  This was originally written as a little gift for Spare Wisp, but I liked it enough that I thought I'd post it here.  It's been expanded a lot and I'm very happy with how it turned out.


Hayley stepped out of the shower with a happy murmur, relishing the feeling of the last droplets of water running down her body.  The perky German Shepherd reached for her trusty fluffy yellow towel, rather absentmindedly wrapping it around her body as she hummed happily to herself.  One hand clutched a wad of fabric over her chest to keep the towel in place, while the other one busied itself getting strands of her long blonde hair out of her face.  She tucked some behind her left ear, then more behind her right, then opened the door and stepped out into the bedroom proper.  Her eyes lit up at the familiar black shape reading a book on the bed, and she happily chirped at her longtime friend and housemate. 

"Hi, Jasmine!  I'm out of the shuh-shower now!  You can hop in if you wuh . . . want to!"  Her canine nose twitched in the middle of two of her sentences.  Something in the air seemed to be tickling it, but Hayley shrugged it off.  With allergies like hers, it was to be expected. 

The curvy black jaguaress put down her book and adjusted her glasses, looking at her canine friend with a touch of apathy on her face.  "Hey, Hayley.  Welcome back from your epic quest for cleanliness.  I missed you so much in the last ten minutes."  Jasmine's voice dripped with her usual brand of sarcasm.  Then she sat up a bit more, expression and tone softening.  "I appreciate the offer, but I don't exactly need a shower right now.  I had one this morning."  She stretched, first by lifting her arms, then by going on her knees and reaching across the bed to stretch in the way cats do.  "Mmm . . ."

Still in her towel, Hayley plopped down on the bed right next to the feline.  "So what now?  Do you wanna watch a movie?  Do you wanna go for a walk?"  She panted excitedly, ignoring the twitching protestations of her sensitive nose and the slight allergic tearing of her bright green eyes.  Cat dander and Hayley's nasal passages didn't mix, a fact that never seemed to stick in the German shepherd's memory.

Jasmine sighed, just able to stop herself from rolling her eyes as she saw her friend's nose quivering with it's unmistakable signature of a slowly building sneeze.  "Sure, Hayley, we can watch a movie in a minute.  I'd rather not go for a walk . . . we'd both end up sneezing like crazy this time of year."  She shook her head.  "But before we do anything, you should probably put some clothes on."  It was perhaps a little hypocritical of Jasmine to suggest as much, since she was only clad in a loose t-shirt and some yoga pants, but the point held when compared to Hayley's sole garment of a damp towel. 

Hayley slid off the bed and stood back up, still smiling.  "Oh ah . . . all right . . . oh . . . just give me a second, I . . ." Her eyes crossed to look at her twitching, runny nose, quivering as it tried to flush the allergenic cat dander out of her sinuses.  "My cluh-clothes are in the cluh-closehh . . ."  Her jaw went slack, eyes glazing over, and she dropped that sentence, trying another.  "Oh Jaz, I . . . I'm gonna . . . gonnAAAAAAAHHHHH!!  HHEEEAAATTCCHHHOOOOOOO!!!!"  Hayley bucked forward with a powerful sneeze, spraying mucous and mist all over the bed and her friend.  Her towel slid and fell off of her, as she doubled over, exposing her perky, bouncy breasts to the feline's eyes. 

Jasmine let out a beleaguered sigh and rolled her eyes, reflexively taking her glasses off and wiping them on her shirt to clean the spray off them.  "Bless you, Hayley," she said on instinct, biting her tongue before she added "again". 

Hayley straightened up with a smile.  "Bless me!  Tee hee!  Must be the pollen getting to me again."  She seemed completely unconcerned about her sudden nudity, tossing her towel in the clothes hamper and heading for the closet.  As the German shepherd opened the door, a few motes of dust swirled through the air, some drifting up into her nose.  "Oh . . . AAAHHHH!!  HHEEEAAATTCCHHHOOOOOOO!!!!  HHEEEAAATTCCHHHOOOOOOO!!!!"  The combination of residual cat dander and fresh, ticklish dust was too much for her sensitive nose to handle, and she sneezed fiercely, doubling over again twice.  From behind her, Jasmine was treated to a fully-exposed view of her friend's soft pink folds as the canine's tail flipped up with her powerful releases.

It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before--along with Hayley's propensity for casual nudity around the house, the two friends had fooled around a little in their younger years, which had ended when Jasmine decided that other girls weren't her style.  Yet the feline couldn't help but shake her head a little in exasperation.  A couple of sneezy accidents here or there were to be expected from any girl, but Hayley . . . Jasmine had long since lost count of the number of times her friend had inadvertently shown herself off in this way.  The urge to snark welled up inside the jaguaress, but she bit it back, limiting her response to "Bless you again." 

"'Scuse me!" chirped Hayley as she straightened up without skipping a beat.  "Just a bit dusty in here."  She stepped fully inside, closing the door.  Jasmine's ears twitched at the sound of some light rummaging around from inside the closet, interspersed with a few sniffles from an irritated nose. 

A minute or two later, the door opened again, revealing Hayley in one of her favorite styles--a cropped tank top and a pair of athletic shorts that showed off Hayley's midriff and a large amount of her thighs.  Her nipples were visible through the fabric of her top, making it clear that she was foregoing a bra, as per usual. 

Instead of bounding back onto the bed, Hayley paused and stood in place, appearing to be unusually focused on her nose.  Again her eyes were crossed to look at the pinkened organ at the end of her scrunched muzzle, twitching with another itch.  She sniffled, failing to keep a bit of runny mucous from dripping from a nostril, and one of the canine's hands came up to try and soothe her nose with a little rubbing. 

One side of Jasmine's mouth pulled up in a wry half-smile.  "Have a stuck tickle?"

Hayley's eyes moved away from her nose and met Jasmine's, the German shepherd still rubbing at her nares and now beginning to scrunch her nose side to side for extra friction against her hand.  "Yeah, I . . . I stih-hill have some duh-hust up there."  She snorted to no avail, unsure of how to handle a sneeze that didn't just come barreling out of her.

Jasmine patted the bed next to her.  "Just sit down, Hayley.  It'll work its way out."  Her other hand found the TV remote, ready to start the movie. 

Hayley lowered her hand from her nose, still scrunching and twitching, and climbed onto the bed next to her friend.  Her nose gave a more violent twitch as she came in close proximity to a feline, and her mouth cracked open, locking her in a sneezy limbo.  Jasmine looked away from the screen to see her friend frozen, glazed eyes locked on a pink sniffer, the slightest "huh . . ." drawn in through her mouth.  With another bemused sigh, she let her flexible tail quickly swipe across Hayley's nose, breaking the spell and causing her to release her sneezes. 

"HHAAAAAHHHH!!  HHEEEAAATTCCHHHOOOOOOO!!!!  HHEEEAAATTCCHHHOOOOOOO!!!!  HHEEEAAATTCCHHHOOOOOOO!!!!  HHEEEAAATTCCHHHOOOOOOO!!!!"  Hayley jerked back and forth as she sneezed, her breasts jiggling in the confinement of her tight tank top.  The force was such that the third sneeze of her fit caused one of them to bounce free, revealing its perky curvature and pink nipple; its twin joined it with the fourth sneeze.  Specks of clear mucous dotted the sheets in front of Hayley, and a misty cloud hung in the air. 

"Bleh-bless you . . ."  As she watched Hayley release her fit, Jasmine felt her own wide, triangular feline nose beginning to wrinkle, a tickle dancing around her large nostrils.  She'd caught a whiff of dust as Hayley had sat down, probably brought in on her clothes, and the German shepherd's sneezes had just released that dust into the air.  Herself every bit as allergic to dust as her friend, Jasmine now rubbed at her nose and scrunched her muzzle as she felt one of her massive sneezes beginning to brew in her nasal passages. 

While one hand worked on her tender nostrils, the other reached for the nightstand tissue box.  Jasmine grabbed a wad of tissues, holding them in her hands in preparation to catch the coming explosion as her teary eyes slid shut and her head tilted back.  "Oh . . . H-Hayley, cah-hareful, I'm gonna . . . gonna sneh-heh-heeEEEAAAAHH!!  HHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!  HHRRRRAAAAAAAATTTTCCCHHHHOOOOOOOO!!!!"

The backs of Jasmine's hands struck her knees as she flew forward, her nose expelling all of the tickling dust and a great deal of mucous in one fell swoop.  Her glasses flew from her eyes, landing around her ankles, and her large, soft breasts bobbed all over the place inside the loose confines of her sweatshirt.  The jaguaress straightened slowly, dabbing and wiping at her nose, then her eyes, panting.  She threw the tissues away, replaced her glasses, and then turned towards the sound of girlish giggling. 

"Bless you too, Jaz!" giggled Hayley, a huge grin on her face.  "At least I'm not the only one with the sneezles today!"

Jasmine sighed, still slightly winded from her sneeze.  "Thanks, Hayley," she said softly.  "Movie?"

"You bet!" chirped the canine, leaning up against Jasmine as the opening credits began to roll, and sniffling as she did so.  Jasmine looked down at her, smiled, and looked back at the screen.  Lazy days like this were always better with a friend, she reflected, even one who was bound to sneeze on you.

I hope you enjoyed the story!  As always, I'd love to hear what you all think!

Art, Art, and Art! / [F + Mature] FA find--Krystal's Sneezy Accident
« on: November 30, 2017, 05:56:40 PM »


Right up our alley.  I love it.

I Found Something! / [Needs Clipped] Soviet Cartoon - Miss New Year
« on: October 23, 2017, 12:05:52 PM »

There's a sneeze at the very end from the wolf guy.  (Shame it wasn't the fox . . .  ::))

The whole cartoon is actually quite sweet, I'd say, and worth a watch.

Unarchived Stories / [F + Pokemon] What's Up Your Nose, Doc?
« 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:

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. 
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. 


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. 
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 . . .

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.

General Chatter / [F + Somewhat Mature] Is this werewolf going to sneeze?
« on: February 15, 2017, 10:04:46 PM »
You be the judge.  She certainly looks that way to me . . . I suppose this is what happens when she transforms in pollen season.  ;)

Just something I found while browsing the internet, I take no credit for the art.

General Chatter / Dragon Sneeze Trigger Poll
« on: January 04, 2017, 08:47:08 PM »
Doing these right this time, to allow for multiple votes. 

I'd love to hear your reasons for voting the way you do!

General Chatter / Feline Sneeze Trigger Poll
« on: January 04, 2017, 08:46:34 PM »
Doing these right this time, to allow for multiple votes. 

I'd love to hear your reasons for voting the way you do!

General Chatter / Canine Sneeze Trigger Poll
« on: January 04, 2017, 08:45:07 PM »
Doing these right this time, to allow for multiple votes. 

I'd love to hear your reasons for voting the way you do!

Hi, everyone.

I was going over my profile the other day, and I had a thought.  For the "favorite part of sneeze" section, there's a multiple-choice section, and then there's a box that you can use to elaborate.  This makes sense, since sneeze preferences can be complicated.  But in my case (and I think for a fair number of other members as well), my species preferences are as detailed, if not more. 

My suggestion is simple:  I'd like to see a "Sneeze Species Preference Continued" box added to the forum profile options, so that we can share our favorite critter tastes better. 

Now, I admit that I'm not a coder and have no real concept of how easy or hard this would be to add.  So I apologize if this idea is ridiculous for being very work-intensive.  If that's the case, please let me know.  Otherwise, thanks for considering my idea.

Unarchived Stories / [F + Mature] A Day at the Beach
« on: November 23, 2016, 02:12:42 PM »
So there's a bit of a story associated with this one.

About a week ago, FS was discussing his latest commission in chat, which involves a vixen as always (don't want to say anything more, since he hasn't posted it here yet).  I might have ribbed him a little bit for always choosing his trusty foxes over other species (::)) and I asked him what some of his picks for his second favorite were.  He told me, and I decided to write a story with a similar plot to his commission but starring one of his other choices, to see how he likes it. 

So, I hope you in particular like this, FS, since it's for you (don't worry, there's a fox in there too, just in case  ;)),  and that the rest of you find it enjoyable.  Comments are encouraged as always, I live off of them.  ;D

   With a smile on her face and a spring in her step, the perky otter girl crosses the beach.  It’s a beautiful, warm sunny day outside, perfect for relaxing on the sand or going for a swim.  She plans to do both, as the two towels slung over her shoulder attest: one to lay on, one to dry herself. 
   The otter is fully enjoying herself, and it shows.  Her shapely figure and ample bosom are held in a deep blue string bikini, the color matching that of her welcoming eyes.  The dark hue also matches her fur well—it’s deeper than most otters’, a rich chocolate brown. 
   She isn’t the only one planning on visiting the beach today—as she gets closer, she notices it’s fairly crowded.  But not so much so that she couldn’t find a semi-private place out there if she wanted to.  Her smile widens.  She feels confident in herself and excited about the day before her.  Still with a bit of a spring in her step, she prances out onto the sand. 
   Before too long she finds a place to spread out her larger towel.  The smaller one gets folded and set to the side for later; for now, the ocean beckons.  She walks the short distance to the edge of the sea and, with a gleeful shout, she launches herself into the waves.
   The water feels wonderful in her short, soft fur, giving her an almost sensual pleasure.  In no time at all she’s cutting to and fro, sometimes aiming for speed, sometimes agility, and sometimes just to frolic in the shallow water.  She has a natural advantage here over most species, and she cuts through the ocean like a furry torpedo, moving far quicker than one would expect from someone with her curvy frame.  The otter tries to be considerate and avoid hitting anybody else in the water, but occasionally she just has to shoot by another swimmer by a narrow margin, just to prove that she can.
   After about half an hour, the otter is starting to feel a little tired.  She still has plenty of swimming left in her, but it wouldn’t hurt to rest for a little while before going back for some more.  Smoothly she shifts from her swimming pose to a standing position, the water lapping just below her shoulders, and starts walking to shore.
   The otter has surfaced near another swimmer, a red vixen with a slim figure and moderate bust wearing a bikini that’s similar to hers, except for its yellow color.  She offers a quick wave, which the vixen returns with a warm smile.  An instant later the vixen’s eyes track behind the otter and widen, and an instant after that a rather larger wave than the ones that have been coming in all day strikes the otter in the back of the head and the unfortunate vixen in the face. 
   It’s surprising and a little disorienting, but not to bothersome for the otter, except for a bit of saltwater getting forced up her nose.  After a few seconds of floating, she’s able to regain her footing and bring her head fully out of the water again.  She shakes her head to dry it a little at the same time the vixen breaks the surface of the water.  Still blinking a bit in surprise, the otter turns towards her, trying to make small talk.  “Quite a wave, wasn’t that?” she asks, every bit as friendly as her species’ stereotype.
   It takes her a second to realize that the vixen isn’t particularly paying attention to her, but rather is crossing her eyes to examine the small black nose capping her delicate muzzle.  Or at least, it should be black.  Currently it’s more of a purple color, with a touch of pink running around each of her twitching nostrils.  The vixen’s mouth hangs partway open, her eyes hang slightly closed, and her ears lazily begin to flatten as she slowly raises a hand toward her face.  It’s about halfway there, just out of the water, when her eyes slam shut, her ears flip firmly down, and her head lurches forwards.
   The slender fox lets out a high-pitched squeak of a sneeze.  Her muzzle completely misses the hand that was trying to catch the blast, sending a light mist out over the water instead, and her sensitive nose ends up sticking directly into the seawater.  The vixen reels back with a sudden gasp, her nose now definitely pinker.  She opens her mouth to speak, but doesn’t get any farther than, “Oh, no . . . I’m gonnehhh . . . Ehk’tchiew! Hik’tchiew! Hak’TCHIEW!”  Luckily for her, these sneezes are all caught in her cupped hands.
   “Bless you.  Are you okay?” the otter asks, a definite note of concern in her voice.
   The vixen sniffles, rubbing her temperamental canine nose with a finger.  “Yeah, I just got a little bit of water up my—Hit’chiew!—up my nose,” she replies, a sudden sneeze overtaking her in the middle of her sentence.  “What about you?”
   It’s now the otter’s turn to sniffle a bit, her large, oval nose giving a good twitch as she does so.  “Me too, I think, but I’ll be fine.”
   “Lucky you,” says the vixen, who’s traded off rubbing her nose for pinching it between her thumb and forefinger.  “If I get any of this up my muzzle I start to sneeze.  Happens at the pool, too.  But I like swimming, so I have to manage.”
   “That can’t be pleasant when you have such a *sniff* sensitive nose,” coos the otter.  The sniffle that interrupts her sentence is followed by several harsher sniffles after its completion. 
   “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” asks the vixen.  “You sound a little congested.”
   “I’ll be fine,” the otter insists politely.  A second later, her nose betrays her with another violent twitch, making the otter’s breath catch.  She brings herself back under control quickly, only to find the vixen giving her a knowing look.
   “You could really use a good sneeze, dear,” she insists.  “Hek’kttch!  . . . just like I could, heh.”
   The otter gives an experimental sniff.  The tingling sensation in her muzzle becomes a low-level burning itch as air rushes through her nasal passages.  It hurts, it makes her eyes water, and it’s definitely not enough of a tickle to make her sneeze.  She’s confused—she usually doesn’t have trouble sneezing.  Either her nose feels fine or it tickles and makes her blast out one of her typical powerful explosions.  This teasing burn is entirely new to her.
   “I think it’s stuhh . . . stuck,” she gasps, a tear running down each of her cheeks.
   “Let me help,” the vixen offers.  “I know a theh-hih!-thing or two about dealing with muzzles that just don’t want to sneeze.  Like mine.”
   The otter leads her over to her rolled-out towel, and the two girls sit down together, lounging back a bit, their tails sticking out between their legs.  The vixen, still alternately pinching or rubbing at her nose, smiles. 
   “If you need a little bit of help getting over the edge, I find that looking at the sun is just the trick.”  She turns toward the sun slowly as she speaks, raising her cupped hands into the perfect position to catch the sneezes when they come.  Once she’s fully facing the hot sun, she carefully brings her head up, but by bit.  Every slight tilt makes her eyes slide just a little more shut, her mouth crack open a little wider, and her ears flatten just a touch more.  The otter finds herself somewhat mesmerized; she knows what’s coming, but she doesn’t know exactly when it will happen.  The anticipation builds until finally the vixen lurches forward with another squeaky sneezing fit.
   “Ihk’tchiew!  Hek’tchiew!  Nit’tchiew!  AHK’SHIEEW!”  The final sneeze is forceful enough to bring the vixen into a sitting position.  She rests her forearms on her knees, and gives her sensitive nose a quick pull before letting out a sigh of relief. 
   “Ahh, much better.”  The vixen basks in the feeling of a clean muzzle for a moment before seeming to remember the sniffly, gaspy otter sitting next to her.  “Oh, right.  Why don’t you give it a shot?  Just don’t be too fast, you need to ease yourself into it.” 
   The otter tries the same slow movements that she just saw the vixen perform, turning her face to the sun and then slowly lifting her chin to bring her eyes more into the light.  The tingling in her nose grows more intense and tears flow from her eyes as the bright light makes her squint, but it isn’t enough to make her sneeze.  After about thirty seconds of this, the otter lowers her head, dejected.  “Dod edough,” she mumbles with a sniffle, becoming more congested by the second. 
   The vixen frowns for a moment in thought before her amber eyes light up.  “Don’t worry, I have an idea!”  Suddenly she glances around furtively and lowers her voice.  “There’s nobody watching us too closely, is there?” 
   The otter really isn’t the one to ask that question, half-blinded with tears as she is, but she pans the immediate area anyway.  “I dode thig so.  Why?” 
   In fact, a few of the other beachgoers had glanced over at the vixen’s sudden sneezing fit, but now that the moment is passed they have turned their attention to other matters.  Confident that they aren’t drawing too much attention, the vixen turns back to the otter.  “My idea is just . . . a little weird.  Stay there for a second, would you?”  She props herself up on one elbow, dropping her other hand to examine her tail.  The sun works fast—it’s almost completely dry, only a tiny bit still damp.  Perfect. 
   “I think I’ll try tickling your nose with my tail.”
   The sniffling otter cocked an eyebrow curiously but said nothing.
   “It’s another good option for a troublesome muzzle.  When I have a stuck sneeze and I can’t sleep, I find a few swipes over my nose is enough to set me straight.  What do you think?”
   “Worth a shod,” says the congested otter, her twitchy nose now a definite shade of purple-pink.
   The vixen shifts her weight a bit and twists, angling her tail off of the towel.  She swishes it back and forth a few times in the same way that foxes do to indicate a happy mood, making sure that it runs through an area of loose, fine sand.  The tiny grains cling to her damp fur, giving her tail a definite tan tinge when she finishes. 
   “For good measure,” explains the vixen.  She shifts her weight to the opposite side and flips her tail around, letting it hang near the otter’s face.  “Ready?”
   The sniffling, weary otter nods weakly, and the vixen begins to swish her tail again.  Back and forth, back and forth, the fluffy tip brushing against the otter’s wide nose with each motion.  Fox hairs drag across her flared nostrils over and over, each tickly swipe depositing a few grains of fine sand that either stick to the moist surface of her nose or get sniffled up into her nostrils.  The otter can feel the itch grow slowly.  She can’t be sure, but she thinks that this will finally do the trick. 
   All of a sudden, her breaking point is reached; the fur and sand pushes the otter over the point of no return.  An irresistible tickle blossoms in the depths of her muzzle, and she knows that she wouldn’t be able to stop the sneeze now even if she wanted to.  On some level, she even finds the tickle comforting; this is the sort of sneeze that she’s familiar with.  The otter’s eyes squeeze shut, she takes in a lungful of air, and . . .
   “Aaaaahhhhh . . . AAAAHHHHHH . . . YAAAHHTCCHHHOOOOOOO!!”
   Now it’s the otter’s turn to sneeze herself into a sitting-up position; she has to plant her hands on her thighs for fear of doing a full forward roll.  Unfortunately, this means she doesn’t even try to cover her massive sneeze.  Her bleary eyes open to show her a faceful of red-orange tail, dusted with tiny tan specks.  The part of the vixen’s tail that got sneezed on is now a sticky mess; most of the last third is at least somewhat wet.  The otter groans a bit and sniffles, then her eyes pop open and she reels back as the sniffle sucks sand and fur back up into her nostrils.  A thin line of mucous trails from each of her nostrils to the tail as she gears up for another mighty sneeze.  She tries to stand, but has barely started when . . .
   The otter opens her eyes this time to find herself on her hands and knees, breasts hanging beneath her, and a thick, splattery mess over a large part of her towel.  For a second it looks like she’s finished, then the residual fur, sand, and maybe a hint of leftover seawater still irritating her nose sets her on the path for another sneeze. 
   The otter is in a tickly, sneezy haze.  Some part of her is convinced that standing up will help her get the tickle out of her nose, maybe a sort of half-baked plan by her brain to try to walk back to the ocean and snort out the irritation underwater, forgetting how this whole mess started.  Regardless, as she hitches and gasps and gears up for another explosion, she tries to get to her feet.  Her knees lock at the exact same instant her eyes close completely, and after holding her pre-sneeze expression for one precious moment, the explosion building up in her nasal passages is finally released.
   The otter doubles over completely with a titanic, uncovered sneeze, spraying out a huge cloud of mist that hangs in the air.  All eyes are on her now after her two previous explosions, and those behind her, including the vixen, are treated to a wonderfully framed view of her shapely rear as her thick, heavy tail whips up towards the sky.  Those in front of her get an even better show as the strings of her bikini top, not meant to withstand such energetic reactions, break, freeing the otter girl’s ample breasts to independently bounce up and down and to the sides as they follow the motion of their owner’s body.
   All is silent as the dark-furred otter straightens up except for the sound of a single long, thick sniffle.  She brings a finger up to rub at her large, pink nose, and pauses as she sees everyone staring at her.  A moment later the feeling of the breeze on her chest alerts her to her toplessness, and she quickly uses her other arm to collect her jiggly assets.  The second one takes two tries for her hand to catch it, but she manages.  The usually confident otter girl feels herself blushing slightly, and tries to ease the tension with the first thing that comes to mind.
   “Umm . . . *sniffle* . . . excuse me?” she offers, her voice soft but not quavering.
   That breaks the spell, triggering a long round of bless yous and gesundheits from the other beachgoers.  From somewhere in the crowd comes a shout of “Yeah!  Bless ya, hot stuff!” that the otter tries to ignore, although she feels her blush deepen.
   It takes quite a while for things to settle down, much longer than it did after the vixen’s sneezes, but after a while most everybody has moved on, except for a few guys that are still leering at her.  The otter gathers up her bikini top and presses it over her chest, tying the broken strings into a knot over the back of her neck that should hopefully hold long enough for her to get home.  Still sniffling irregularly, she begins to fold up her towels.  She’s had enough fun for the day. 
   “I’m sorry about your tail,” she offers as she gathers her belongings.
   The vixen dismisses her concern with a wave.  “Don’t be.  It’s seen worse.  Besides, I was going to have to wash the sand out of it anyway.  I feel like I should apologize to you, if I’d known you were that . . . energetic, I would have left out the sand.”
   The otter finds enough good humor in the situation to chuckle.  “I’ve always had a big sneeze, but never anything quite like that, heh.” 
   The vixen smiles back.  “Well, that makes me feel better, thanks.”
   They say their goodbyes and the otter heads for home, wanting a shower and a change of clothes.  Despite everything, she finds herself smiling.  Sure, she’s lost some dignity, but she’s gained a friend, and that seems like a pretty good trade.

Unarchived Stories / [F] Thyla-sneeze
« on: August 13, 2016, 05:12:34 AM »
This is an idea that's been knocking around in my skull for a while.  I thought I'd try writing a species that we haven't seen around here yet (as far as I know).  I originally planned for this to be longer, but the rest didn't seem to materialize.  Maybe I'll write a sequel sometime, if I feel so inspired.

Daedalus and Playstation Man can consider this my thank-you for bringing an old request of mine to life, and in the process motivating me to turn my idea into text.  I hope you two in particular find this tale enjoyable; I was thinking of you both with every keystroke!

As always, I appreciate feedback.  Please don't be shy!

Kathleen really hated being a thylacine. 
   Life as one of only a few hundred of your kind left on the planet is every bit as lonely as it sounds, and she found it appalling just how few people even seemed aware of her species’ existence.  Over the years she’d been mistaken for an opossum, a kangaroo, and an abnormally large and deformed rat, just to name some of the more humiliating cases. 
Not that those who recognized her for what she was were much better.  There was an international committee with the goal of furthering her species’ survival, and whose policies forced each thylacine to go through weekly medical checkups to ensure he or she stayed physically and sexually healthy at all times.  Heaven help her if she ever did so much as catch a cold.  Then there was the matter of how those same doctors and bureaucrats were always trying to pair her off with one of the few male thylacines her age.  All the prodding, both literally and figuratively, was enough to drive a girl mad.  At least they didn’t force her to walk around in one of those plastic bubbles . . .
   She also hated how her first name and species name rhymed.  It might seem trivial compared to everything else, but any mention of “Kathleen the Thylacine” grated on her nerves.  Given the choice, she would have referred to herself as a Tasmanian tigress, but her parents would have none of it and she’d learned the hard way that that term tended to irritate actual tigers. 

   It was a lovely fall afternoon as Kathleen left the doctor’s office, grumbling and growling under her breath in annoyance.  She’d checked out fine, except for her usual autumn hay fever.  Despite working on her for years, the doctors always felt the need to run the same tests when her symptoms began to kick in.  She wasn’t sure why.  The only explanation she could think of was worry that her reaction might inexplicably worsen to the level of anaphylactic shock, but she was fairly certain that was impossible.  Not to mention, if that did happen, she’d never survive the walk to see them anyway.
   One of the few good things Kathleen could say about leading such a medically scoured life was that she was keenly aware of everything she was allergic to.  Most things didn’t bother her too much, but ragweed and a few kinds of flowers sent the poor thylacine into nasty sneezing fits.  The crisp breeze blowing down the street brought plenty of pollen from the former plant into her sensitive nostrils, immediately triggering an uncovered, messy sneeze. 
   “Bless you!” replied a very familiar voice.  She sniffled and despite her situation allowed herself a faint smile.  The pollen wasn’t the only thing she knew would be greeting her.
   Connor was a weasel, and a friend of hers going back all the way to fourth grade.  He was a clever, cheery fellow who always seemed to know how to put a smile on her muzzle and a swish in her tail.  She’d been bringing him along as moral support on her weekly doctor’s trips for years now—he wasn’t allowed in the exam room with her, of course, but he liked to walk her there and back and usually looked around in the bookstore next door while he waited for her to finish. 
   “Healthy except for the allergies?” he asked her. 
   “What do you think?” she responded in a biting tone.  Immediately she regretted it; she wasn’t upset with him, after all.
   But Connor was used to his friend’s post-examination hostility.  He came closer, bringing his head even with hers.  “I think,” he began, a mischievous grin on his face, “that someone looks like she needs to sneeze again.  Bless you in advance, Kathy!”
   She tried to grit her teeth at his teasing, but the tickle from the ragweed was overpowering.  She felt it creep farther back into her tender muzzle, forcing her to throw back her head and drop her jaw quite dramatically as she took a deep, desperate breath.
   Kathleen had never had a ladylike sneeze.  They were loud, powerful, and came blasting out of her at such a vicious pace that she barely had time to breathe.  Her bad habit of not covering herself also led to her splattering thick, clear slime all over the sidewalk in front of her and forming a large cloud of slowly dissipating mist in front of her face.  The thylacine gasped at the end of her fit and took a moment to recover.  A sniffle failed to deal with the tendrils of mucous hanging from her bright pink nostrils and she had to wipe them away with her hand.
   Connor’s finely honed weasel reflexes let him dart to the side just ahead of the disaster.  As Kathleen finished wiping her nose and turned to pinching her raw nose closed, Connor found the item he was looking for and fished it out of his pocket. 
   “Five in a row!  Good show, Kathy!”  He winked.  “You look like you could use a few of these.”  With that, he passed her a fresh package of tissues. 
   She snatched them out of his grasp, bringing a handful to her face quickly both to attend to her runny nose and cover the blush she felt quickly spreading over her cheeks.  Damn him for being able to embarrass her and make it impossible to be upset with him at the same time!  The thylacine let out a long, gurgling blow into the mass of tissue, then felt something spike deep in her left nostril.
   “HHCHMMMMMPPPFFF!”  The muffled sneeze finished clearing out her nasal passages.  With a sigh of relief, she tossed the soaked wad into the nearest trash can. 
   “Thank you,” she offered, her voice quavering just a tiny bit from relief.  The frustration with her doctors, the misery of her allergies, and all of her pent-up anger began to fade, and she felt her lips part in a real smile. 
   Connor noticed, and gave her a playful pat on the back.  “Just doing my job, Kathy.  Now come on, let’s get you home before you’re a sneezy mess again, for your sake and the sidewalk’s.”
   With shared chuckle, they started off.

EDIT:. Fixed some minor grammatical and continuity errors.

Unarchived Stories / [F + Mature] Dueling Dragonesses
« on: June 27, 2016, 06:55:48 AM »
Here's a story I've been working on for a couple of days now, for you F-lovers.  It has mythic creatures in it and it's a little naughty, neither of which are things I've tried before.  I'll probably go back to PG-rated mammals for my next story, honestly. 

Hope you like it!  Comments are welcome!

   For centuries have the dragons of fire and the dragons of ice inhabited the far reaches of the world, neither group pleased at the other’s presence.  The fire dragons, brash and fierce, have struck many times at their collected and calculating brethren, but never have gained more than a fleeting advantage.  When the ice dragons strike, an occurrence with barely a tenth the frequency of their hotheaded foes, the attacks are planned and precise, but can only be imposed upon the indomitable will of the fire dragons with great difficulty.  As both sides know that they are at a severe disadvantage in their enemy’s home climate, they bicker over the more temperate regions that lie between.  So it was that two young dragons met a match in each other. 
   Seraphina was everything that a dragoness fresh to adulthood could aspire to be.  She was strong, quick, keen of senses, and possessing both an unbreakable spirit and a most pleasing appearance.  Her scales were the brilliant red of fresh blood, and her crest was a fiery orange shot through with yellow, proud coloring displaying her heritage as one of the hotbreaths.  Her eyes were slit-pupiled and almond in shape, their color a shimmering violet, and she had a powerful snout, longer than the draconic average and somewhat broader as well for most of its length.  From above, it clearly narrowed, like a stretched cone, as one proceeded flush from her face down toward her nose and mouth.  Like all dragons, it was smooth except near the tip, where her almond-shaped nostrils protruded partially above the surface, two humps of soft nasal tissue that were the rims of the entrances to her nasal cavity.  Her nostrils were large enough for her to inhale an acorn easily, and flared wider at each inhale.  Large for a dragon, she stood ten feet tall, with a wingspan to match if she let the appendages on her back stretch out.  But she was not just muscle; the dragoness boasted wide, swaying hips and a generous bust beneath her suit of form-fitting chainmail armor.  With a longbow and a broadsword crossed over her back, Seraphina was, to all appearances, a force to be reckoned with as she swooped low over the forest treetops, searching for intruders.
   As her wings carried her over the trees, Seraphina felt a faint, ticklish twinge dance around the edges of her cavernous nostrils.  A quick twitch of her snout killed the sensation, but it was replaced by a twinge of irritation in her gut.  Loath as she was to admit it, some of the plants in this forest triggered a terrible reaction in her snout if she got too close to them, and to make matters worse, she still hadn’t nailed down which they were.  The slight tickle returned as her labored breathing drew a few grains of offending pollen into her nasal passages; she reached up with her hand to rub the itch away.
In the clutter below, another dragoness was preparing in a rather different way.  Gwyneth was likewise considered an individual of talent beyond her years by her fellow ice dragons, but instead of the art of war, her abilities lay in the art of magic.  Although she disliked being away from the comforting cold of her mountain home, the importance of regular sojourns into the wilds was not lost on her.  The ice dragons were not ones for long, tiring patrol schedules, but rather fortified the wilderness by building hidden outposts and supply caches deep in the forests, canyons, and swamps.  Gwyneth was in the latter environment, tending to a magical workshop and laboratory she had built in a small cave.  She carefully catalogued her potions and reagents, and then readied her cauldron to a brew.  Lacking the ability to breathe fire, she had to create the heat source in a more typical fashion, but before too long the stage was set for some magical experimentation. 
    Gwyneth cut a very different image compared to the draconic amazon in the skies above.  At only eight and a half feet tall, she was on the shorter size of dragons, and much lighter in frame.  This climate was far too warm for her liking, which was reflected in her choice of clothing—like any self-respecting mage, she wore robes, but her current white set was much thinner and shorter than most.  Her scales were a combination of blue and slate gray, dark, but not deep in hue, and speaking to the chill that defined her species.  Her crest was a stunning whitish silver, and her eyes, also slit-pupiled and almond-shaped, were a blue so light as to seem ethereal, the color of the purest ice.  Her snout was of average length and quite narrow, with a more cylindrical profile for most of its length, and while like all dragons her nostrils rose above the otherwise smooth curve of her snout, they were average in size.  She could fit an acorn into one, but only just. 
   Said nostrils flared noticeably as a tiny bit of smoke danced across them.  Gwyneth meant to sniffle at the irritation but it came out as a snort, drawing in far more air than she had intended.  Unfortunately, this caused the whole tendril of smoke from her little fire to get sucked up her right nostril. 
   Most ice dragons were sensitive to smoke, but a wisp of the black vapor was not usually enough to cause a sneeze on its own.  Unfortunately for Gwyneth, she was one of the few ice dragons whose sensitivity to smoke was far more severe, equivalent to a serious allergy.  Too late she realized she should have built her fire closer to the entrance for better ventilation.  Her eyes watered and squeezed shut, her reddened nostrils flared, her mouth opened, and her head craned back as she took in a deep breath. 
   By ice dragon standards it was an average sneeze.  A gust of icy wind exploded out of Gwyneth, quenching her fire, and a shower of tiny, needle-sharp shards of frozen mucous scoured her cauldron and the ground in front of her.  Not as flashy as a sneeze from the rival species of dragons, but almost as lethal to anything lacking in armored scales. 
   But Gwyneth wasn’t finished.  Her eyes cracked open for just a second before the rest of her sneezing fit overcame her.
   Sharp, tiny ice crystals covered everything in one half of the cave, and the materials she was about to brew into a potion were ruined.  Gwyneth muttered an ancient, universal draconic curse and began to tidy up her mess.
Seraphina could have sworn she heard something down below, and headed down to investigate.  The fire dragoness landed with a surprising amount of silence and grace for her size, hoping to find it on the ground.  It might have been nothing, sure, but it could have easily been just what she was looking for. 
   The entrance to a small, dark cavern caught Seraphina’s eye.  She crept closer.  As she did so, her ears picked up new sounds.  There were wisps of what she soon recognized as draconic, and . . . sniffling?  She ignored the latter sound, and a predatory grin spread across her face at the former.  There weren’t supposed to be any fire dragons around here, and this coldbreath had no idea she was coming.  The better to take him or her back for interrogation to find out just what they were up to around here. 
   Soon she was but a few steps from the entrance.  Wanting to be sure of her quarry, she took a slow, deep breath in through her nose.  The tactic let her pick up even faint scents without an audible sniff, and it worked.  Her sharp senses picked up a female ice dragon, as well as what could only be magical supplies. 
   However, she could also smell something else, something stronger than any of that.  A calm, sweet odor filled her nose.  Seraphina opened her eyes, looked down, and saw a large bunch of white flowers at her feet.  Simultaneously, a ferocious tickle dug into her nasal passages, causing her to stiffen and her eyes widen in shock and alarm. 
   No!  Not now!  Seraphina gritted her teeth and began to massage her wide nostrils with her hands, desperately trying to quell the sneeze.  It was a losing battle, but she fought it will all of her will, holding out hope that she would be able to hold it back.  Despite the fact that she was sucking in air to prepare for a mighty sneeze, her build-up was almost completely silent. 
   The fire dragoness was quite the sight to see, rearing back in a series of jerky motions, frantically rubbing, squeezing, and scratching at her snout as she slowly succumbed to a sneeze, and yet barely making a sound.  Unfortunately for Seraphina, the volume of the release was something she had never been able to dampen, much less muffle.
   A thunderous “RRRRAAAAAAAKKKSSSHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” shook the swamp.  Seraphina’s powerful body bent double, and the ground at her feet—including the offending blooms—was turned to ash by the jets of flame that shot from her mouth and nostrils, flame hot enough to heat her metal armor to a glow.  A large gout of smoke follows, expanding in all directions.  The tickle in her nose was gone—a benefit of being a fire dragon is that sneezes almost always clean one’s nasal passages out—but she knew that the damage was done.

   Gwyneth was stunned by the sudden noise, and the rush of fire.  She’d been discovered!  Quickly she sprang to her feet, ready to do battle with the intruder, only to have a thick, smoky wind strike her dead in the face.  Again the ice dragoness’s eyes watered, her nostrils flared, and she gasped with equal parts dismay and need to sneeze.  Through her teary eyes, she made out the shape of a massive figure appear in the entrance and begin walking towards her. 

   Seraphina’s nose earned a bit of redemption as she caught sight of her quarry.  Definitely an ice dragon, definitely a mage.  The smoke coupled with the relative darkness of the cave would normally have made it hard to see in here, but her heated armor gave off plenty of light to counteract those factors.  Sword drawn, Seraphina moved carefully closer.  She expected any of a half-dozen spells the mage could use to try and block her path, and was surprised when she encountered none.  What was this ice dragon doing?  Seraphina moved closer, getting a better view of her quarry’s face.  She felt another bolt of surprise, but also understanding, as she recognized the mage’s expression.  It was one that had been on the fire dragon’s face just a few seconds before.  Grinning again, Seraphina got in close.

   It just wasn’t fair, Gwyneth lamented mentally as her body prepared for another sneezing fit.  Why did such a promising wizard as herself have to have an allergy to a substance so closely related to her enemies?  Even this dragon’s mistake wouldn’t be enough to save her.  That she didn’t fancy being a prisoner in a raging volcano was the last thought that went through her mind before more sneezes wracked her frame.
   Again, thousands of tiny frozen needles were ejected from Gwyneth’s nostrils, hitting the fire dragon before her and scattering off of her scales and armor.  But the maelstrom of ice coupled with the burst of flame from earlier was too much thermal stress for the rings in the chainmail to take.  One by one, they shattered, sending little metal shards in all directions to join the tiny fragments of ice.  By the time Gwyneth was finished sneezing, Seraphina’s armor had been completely destroyed.

   The fury of this little wizard’s sneezing fit caught Seraphina off-guard, making her drop her sword.  She closed her eyes and held up her hands to try and block the flurry of darts, but this did little to block the stinging pain that she felt all over her frontside, including more than a few stings in her nose.  As the wind died down, she felt something slide off her shoulders.  Upon opening her eyes, she was stunned to see that it was the last of her armor, which appeared to have exploded.  Tiny bits of metal were all around her, and she was immediately both grateful than no metal or ice hit her in the eyes and mortified at her sudden nudity. 
   Suddenly, an all-too-familiar sensation called her attention forward.  Sure, nothing had gotten into her eyes, but Seraphina quickly became aware that a fair amount of ice and metal had been deflected into her regrettably large nostrils, and it was going to make her sneeze.  Again.  She felt a rush of panic as for the second time since she landed she began to inhale deeply, over and over again.

   Gwyneth felt a sense of smug satisfaction as she saw the results of her sneezes on her enemy’s armor.  It certainly showed that arrogant hotbreath!  Then she saw the fire dragoness flare her nostrils and throw her head back.  Her feeling of vindication disappeared as she realized her back was against the wall, she couldn’t get around the intruder on either side, and she had no time to cast a protection spell. 
   This was not going to be a pleasant experience.

   White-hot flames burst from Seraphina’s face in all directions.  The ice dragon mage took the brunt of the blast, and the remainder went into the magical supplies to either side.  Both the supplies and her quarry’s clothes were incinerated by the heat, barely leaving behind any ash or smoke.  She sniffled and after a second pulled herself up from her doubled-over position.  The ice dragoness didn’t appear to be hurt, but Seraphina could tell she was just as embarrassed as she herself felt.  For a moment, the two of them locked eyes, in silent acknowledgement of what had just taken place.
   After an indeterminate amount of time, the mage broke the silence.  “Let’s make a deal.”
   “What?”  Seraphina didn’t know what she had expected to hear, but that was not it.
   “Look, you’re out what I can only imagine was quite an expensive suit of armor, and I’ve just lost all of the supplies I’ve been stockpiling here for the last three weeks.  So let’s call each other even, go home, and never speak of this again.  What do you say?” 
   Seraphina was stunned.  This went against everything she had been taught—everything that they both had been trained for!  She knew she should apprehend this wizard and take her home; as the stronger one, she was confident she would be able to do so.  And yet, if she decided to take that option, she would have to give a full report to her superiors, detailing exactly what had happened here.
   No.  She was embarrassed enough as it was—there was no way she would let this incident go on the record.  Better to sneak home, get some clothes, and figure out a lie later. 
   “Alright,” she said simply.  And not knowing what else to do, she grabbed her sword, backed out of the cave, leapt into the air, and set course for the southern volcanoes.

   Gwyneth poked her head out of the cave enough to be sure that her foe was really leaving before allowing herself a sigh of relief.  She had talked a powerful hotbreath warrior into not taking her hostage.  She was still a free dragon!
   A faint odor of char in the cave tickled her snout, and she let out a final “RAAAAHHTCHOOOO!”, this time catching it a hand.  The sneeze served as a reminder that she really should get out of here.  At least it wasn’t a total loss, despite what she had told the fire dragon; she still had her cauldron.  Taking it in her arms, she too took to the sky, heading in the opposite direction, toward the northern mountains.  If anyone asked what had happened to her, she would just claim a spell went wrong.  Certainly such things happened to mages often enough.
   With a final sigh of relief, she headed for home.

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