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« on: December 14, 2019, 01:43:34 AM »
Hellooooo everyone. This is a story I wrote for fun using Megacycle's characters Winter, Ben, and Sasha. (Used with permission).
It's another weird one. Lol.
So, it contains uh... sneezing while hiding, sexy stuff, growth into a macro, some 'interesting' stuff associated with that, and I hope you enjoy reading it! Man, it seems like I've only been posting really weird stuff lately, huh? I'll have to get back to normal at some point.
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Who can say why a trio chooses to sneak into old, abandoned places? Maybe it is the lure of the unknown, the desires to look brave or cool in front of those you hold dear, or maybe it's just a bit of silly fun. Whatever the cause, a fox, a wolf, and a dog were all heading into a place that was perhaps a bit spooky, but totally safe and abandoned.
“I thought you said it would be easy to get in... it's too cold for this, I should have worn more than just stockings!” A high-pitched voice came from the grey-furred fox, his long, fluffy and immaculately-groomed tail switching around from under his skirts, wrapping around both he and the taller, more masculine wolf by his side as Winter snuggled up to Ben, pressing his big pink nose against that warm, fluffy red-brown fur...
“Hey! Quit hanging off my boyfriend!” The cocker spaniel crossed her arms across her rather large chest, lips pulling back a bit as her ears hung down next to her muzzle, the tall woman leaning in to Ben as well. Unlike Winter, she was dressed more appropriately, a black top with a loose neckline over a tight white long-sleeved shirt, jeans covering her legs and hugging her hips and rear. Both of them were clearly dressed to impress, albeit in different ways.
“Your boyfriend? He's-”
“Shh! Not that I'm not flattered, but shouldn't we keep it down at least until we get inside? Please? Sasha, I'm perfectly happy you wanted to come along-” Ben tried to mediate, but was cut off again.
“Well I had to come along, didn't I? I can't let you go into some secluded place like this alone with him! He's girlier than I am!”
“Thank you,” Sniffed Winter, patting his long hair and brushing it out of his eye, turning his muzzle up dramatically, his nose noticeably flaring open as he did so, large, graceful, curving pink nostrils opening … not that any wolves were staring at him, nope...
Sasha smacked Ben in the back of the head, barking, “Hey! Get your mind out of the gutter.” She knew his tastes...
Grabbing her bolt cutters, the dog decided enough dawdling was enough, and she went to the gate, grunting a bit as she snapped the chain, turning around with a stare that said 'we're going'.
“Welp you heard the lady.” Ben grinned and stuffed his hands in the deep pockets of his black hooded sweatshirt and sauntered forward, heading after Sasha into the dark warehouse, chain link fence rattling with its bonds now severed.
“W-wait for me!” Smooth, supple feminine legs swished in stockings, bare pads shivering against the cold asphalt as Winter followed, the effeminate fox dashing behind.
As they all approached the side door to the gigantic, darkened warehouse, they found it was strangely unlocked.
“Huh. That's weird.” Ben easily pulled the door open- it silently slid on well-oiled tracks.
“This place... is abandoned, isn't it? For like... thirty years now?” Winter held his hands in front of him, peering into the darkness, sniffing a bit at the dusty, musty air that hung, still, inside. He looked nervous... this was a bit creepier than he'd expected.
Sasha spoke up next, tapping one paw against the ground. “I've never seen anyone in here. Quit being such a... well, you know. Come on Ben~ you need to protect me from all the dark, empty shelves. A lady such as myself could be assaulted by hooligans in such a dark, private space...” It was her turn to squirm up against Ben, trying to weaponize all her best assets to seduce the wolf. It was so frustrating – they occasionally got some time alone, or a happy accident set the mood, but nine out of ten times someone else was always there! Just like Winter here – stupid fox and his stupid cute figure and his stupid nose, Ben was crazy for that kind of stuff... well, honestly, if he wasn't so gay and he wasn't her romantic rival, maybe she could see how he might be...
Her reverie was interrupted, and her wolf's attention was stolen away, again, as they entered the warehouse, and she heard a small, airy sound break the silence, and her hug.
“Haeehh...”
…how he might be a stupid boyfriend-stealing jerk! “Uuugh... here we go...” Snorting, Sasha frowned and turned her back, walking away a bit until she realized that maybe walking off alone into the dark wasn't the safest idea. While she wasn't afraid of some mysterious 'otherness' like Winter was, there could be some dangerous stuff in here for someone to stumble into blindly. She made due with pouting quietly against the wall next to the door, puffing out her cheeks in the darkness.
“H-hheh...” Winter gasped again, his bright eyes squinting as his frankly huge sensitive nose twitched in the air, his knuckles curling up to rub against his twitching pink nares. “It's s-s-suh-so duh-huhsty in here... I... I think I'm g-gonna... A-aahh...”
Ben swallowed as he noticed the svelte fox start to gasp, his eyes searching for Winter in the dark. He settled for raising a hand and pressing a finger beneath those frequently-twitching nostrils, pressing in and rubbing against the softness of his nose despite it being an exercise in futility.
“Hheh-hhheh'tCHMPH!” at the last moment, just before he sneezed, Ben pinched his nostrils shut, resulting in Winter getting almost no relief from the itchy dust particles within his nasal passages. His bushy tail frizzed out for a second as he tried to bend over from the unreleased force of his sneeze, Ben's palm meeting his nose and squishing the soft, pink flesh against the wolf's white fur. Winter winced, the fox immediately taking in a huge, shuddering gasp, his nose angry that it had been stifled, his small frame shaking at the primal need to sneeze.
“Wh-hhyy-hyy—hyyy'dyoudotha---HHHH---HAAAAAAAAH'TCHmphfiii!” he reared back again, nostrils flared open wide as a hint of thick mucus glistened within, but once again, with a huge grin on his face and a pinch of his fingers, Ben stifled the sneeze, reducing it to a tiny squeak.
“S-s-sdop id!” The fox huffed, his nose shaking as his muzzle continued to scrunch up, pointed up in the air like that would somehow help him finally sneeze. “I h-hab to s-sdeeze! I'b all sduffed ub dow!” He was dripping, too – thick, ropy trails dangling out of his large pink nose. Winter was mortified, he knew that the longer this went on, the bigger, messier, and more numerous his sneezes would become. While it did feel great to have his nose touched, the itch was intolerable! And what if he got his face all messy? It might ruin his makeup, or he might drip snot on his skirt in front of Ben!
...still... it was turning him on a little bit.
As for Ben, the sight was really driving him wild... the feeling of Winter's soft, squishy nostrils in his hands, his adorable face as his muzzle scrunched up, his nose, which always seemed to dominate his features due to its unusual size, twitching and squirming at his touch. It was a marvelous sight indeed. wait, the sight? Why were the lights on?
“Hey, wait-” he turned to see Sasha not exactly glaring at him, standing by a light switch. She was certainly staring at the bulge that was growing in his pants as he messed with Winter's oh so squishy and sensitive snoot. She was so jealous... why did that fox have to get such a unique attractive feature for Ben? She knew he liked her breasts, to touch her ears and soft fur, and... other places... but she couldn't compete in that department.
“Get a room you t- wait.”
They all blinked, even Winter forgetting his nose for a moment as he quietly snuffled, trying to wipe his nose of its itch without getting snot all over his hands, or letting it drip onto his clothes.
“Why is there electricity here?” Said the two canines, simultaneously as they pointed at each other.
That was when all three of them heard a loud clank, and the sound of a heavy metal storage door being opened, clattering on its tracks.
“Hide!” Whispered the spaniel, ears whipping around as she looked from side to side – there were shelves with boxes, covered in dust and some cloth coverings, there was a door over there, the shelves were no good to hide under - “In there!” She dashed to the door and whipped it open – a dark, cramped utility closet was what she expected to find, but it was even worse than that.
“WH-” She was about to scream 'what is this' when Ben's hand clamped around her mouth and he stuffed her inside, followed quickly by Winter. They had to dive in on their hands and knees, because... it was a strange, shelved, tiny storage space. Like a shelved closet, featuring a crawlspace in the bottom. The three of them squeezed in, not fitting very well at all – Sasha landed on her back and groaned after being pushed, and then felt something light and warm land on top of her – Winter. Ben squeezed in alongside them, the space dim with only a tiny bit of light coming in through the crack under the door. Holding up his finger to his lips, Ben indicated everyone should stay quiet, even as he felt his judas erection grinding against Sasha's hip. Or was that Winter's hip? Whoever it was, they really needed to stop squirming.
After a few tense moments passed, the trio started to relax slightly, their hearts pounding a little more quietly in their ears. It didn't seem like they'd been spotted, or that anyone was coming their way... but why were there people here in the first place?
“This definitely isn't an abandoned warehouse!” hissed Sasha, frowning down at Winter, whose hands were curled up against her breasts in fright, the back of his head hitting the 'ceiling' of their little den and forcing his face against her. Dammit, why couldn't it have been Ben? “Quit squeezing my tits, Winter!” she felt a little flushed, honestly, and wanted to get some room – of course, her shoulder and elbow dug into Ben's chest as she tried to move, making him grunt into her ear.
“Hngh!” they all froze again, the wolf clapping a hand to his mouth, his and the fox's ears perked and twitching while Sasha just tried to lay still, sweating bullets.
...”Hh-hheh...” said Winter, the fox's golden eyes tearing up a bit as his big, stuffy nose twitched right in Sasha's face, poking out from her cleavage.
“Winter, no! Don't sneeze!” Ben whispered urgently, shoving his hand against the twitchy snout, just as Sasha growled, “Don't you fucking dare.” but both of them knew Winter had never held off a sneeze in his life.
“You're going to give us away if you start sneezing!” Ben implored, rubbing and squeezing the on-the-edge nose of his friend even as the sensation and situation combined to make him extremely hard. He wasn't sure why this was so hot, but it just was... despite the threat of being caught for tresspassing, or perhaps because of it. He had to fight off a wave of visceral lust, making his body shiver.
Winter, for his part, couldn't help it – his snotty, gaping nostrils were quivering on the edge against Ben's soft fingers and Sasha's softer breasts. It was so dusty in this cramped space, and every breath felt like inhaling a burning swarm of feathers, all brushing up against the insides of his excessively sensitive sneezer. He wasn't going to be able to last, even with the nice massaging fingers.
“Hh-hih—ihh... hhii-iih...” He was trying to take small, quiet, shallow breaths... but he could feel his eyes being forced shut. It was coming... he was going to sneeze...
Sasha had not been sitting idly. Failing to find anything that could possibly help, she rolled her eyes and started to squirm, unhooking her bra within her shirt, slipping it off her shoulders, and pulling it out through the neck – pressing Winter's snout right into the warm cup. It was a worthy sacrifice to save her from being sneezed on by this snot machine yet again – much less on her tits!
“You are going to pay to replace this, and buy me two extra just because I said so!” she hissed, eyes narrowed and teeth grit as she held the cups around the fox's snout until he stopped gasping, and...
“Heh-hEH-HIK'TCHHHNNKKH!” Shutting his mouth, the fox sneezed entirely through his nose, a blast of thick, sticky mucus bursting out and webbing his pretty pink nose to the sky-blue bra. “Hiiih—kiTCHhnnkfhh!” another one came after it, Winter doing his best to stifle himself, but unable to stop the absolute torrent of hot, sticky mess that was surging out of his writhing nostrils.
“Ih-s-still hab-t-to---HITKTSCHHH!” a third powerful, messy sneeze, the fox thrusting himself against Sasha with each explosion, his brow furrowed and muzzle wrinkled to the max as he had an allergic fit.
The dog responded by switching him to the other cup, into which he delivered another two sneezes... and then it seemed the fit was over, thankfully. Winter snorted and snuffled, wrinkling his snout and instinctively wanting to blow, but having to remind himself that blowing your nose into someone's cleavage was probably a good way to get punched in said nose.
“Dh-dhanks, Sadshja... I'b soddy aboud your g-glodthesgh...” looking down, she could see his genuine embarassment and apology on his face, and sighed.
“It's... ok. You can't help it, and you can just... wash this. Thoroughly. And don't put it on.” she chuckled a bit, even giving him a little pat on the snout.
“GHAAEEHHHKKTCHHHHHSH!” with no warning at all, this triggered another massive sneeze, the fox unable to resist his instincts and tilting his head down, maw opening as he sucked in air, trying to hold back – his eyes rolled up and then shut as his nostrils flared open, hands squeezing and pressing together as though he were holding a tissue, Sasha feeling her breasts get squeezed together around something hot and wet, and then a messy blast of goo running down between her boobs, coating the exposed fur of her cleavage. She was about to explode, hiding or no hiding, when she looked over and saw Ben blushing right through his fur, a finger in his mouth being bitten on the knuckle as he tried not to let her feel his thick cock throbbing against her side, watching this amazing display.
The gears in her head turned a bit, realizing that this was her chance... she could capitalize on Winter's advantage and turn it into her own. Deciding not to murder him and wear his (admittedly beautiful) coat as a hat, a slow smile spread across her muzzle, her plump lips parting only slightly and a smoldering look of lust in her eyes as she wiggled her pinned left hand – causing Ben to gasp immediately and shiver once again. Jackpot.
“Winter... what are you going to do about sneezing all over me yet again?” Whispered the cocker spaniel, raising one eyebrow as she stared down at him hard, watching his blush spread. “Look at this mess! Ben, can I get you to wash my shirts for me later, pleaaaase? My bra, too, there's no way I can put it back on in this state.”
If Ben's eyes weren't already riveted to Sasha's chest, where Winter's big nose continued to squirm and leak onto the dog's soaked shirt and the large breasts beneath, this statement certainly would have done the trick. The words 'No bra' flashed through his mind over and over, eyes straining to make out Sasha's puffy nipples through her now-wet shirt in the gloom – of course, she was wearing two of them, so she did have some extra padding to help her keep her modesty.
Not that the dog herself seemed too concerned with modesty, as she wiggled her left had as much as she could, making the wolf crammed in beside her huff, his breath washing over her neck and bringing a slight blush to her muzzle as she smiled at him.
Winter, meanwhile, was whining and blushing, incredibly embarrassed – especially, for some reason, once she brought up that he was messing up her clothes. He wasn't quite sure why but that really hit home... and his nose was still tickling with every breath. It was like each moment could bring forth another snotty allergy sneeze from him, and his only recourse was to rub his nose constantly, trying to squirm his hands over across Sasha's breasts to get to his snout, rubbing at the big pink tip as he sighed with relief, fingers getting quite messy now as well.
Sasha raised an eyebrow as she felt Winter... groping her? Oh, no, he was just going for his nose. But also... he was bright red. And... she could feel TWO boners rubbing up against her now. That was a strange development... so Winter was...
“Winter, don't think I can't feel that. Sneezing all over me in front of my boyfriend isn't enough for you? You're going to do that too?” Sure enough, he whimpered again, shivered, and she felt him get bigger... surprisingly big, honestly, for someone like him. She'd always imagined him being really small.
“Hey, aren't we hiding in here? Be quiet... what if someone hears?” Ben, trying to be the voice of reason even as he blushed and sweat, resisting the powerful urge to thrust against Sasha's hand as the back of it rubbed him right through his jeans, his thick red member throbbing in its denim prison.
“I am being quiet, Ben! Winter won't stop sneezing his big, snotty sneezes all over my boobs!” She simply couldn't resist getting in another cutting remark on the terminally embarrassed fox, who was now gasping again, struggling with all his determination not to sneeze again, not to give Sasha any more ammo to use against him!
“H-hn... n-nuh-ah... h-hH---ngkh... nn! -whine-...” he was really, really trying. His fingers pressed against his soft, pink nose – barely covering his wide, gaping and snotty nostrils. As he squirmed, he felt his pink cock throbbing inside his panties, easily overwhelming them and sticking out. He was pretty big for his size... much to his chagrin, it was impossible to hide it. The soft fabric of his panties and his dress combined to tease him, as well as all this stimulation to his huge, sensitive nose... ah, it was bad. That wasn't the worst of it though – fucking Sasha and her god damn sexy talk... why did she have to find out that he was turned on by essentially humiliation?
But then it was okay, because he looked to the side through his bleary eyes, fluttering with his need to sneeze, and saw Ben's blushing, red, aroused face... and his paw reaching out to cup the fox's nose. And, it seemed, surreptitiously cop a feel on Sasha...? ...Eh. Winter would take it. His allergy fit seemed to be getting him noticed, so he couldn't feel completely bad about it.
The wolf did have a point though – they were, ostensibly, trying to hide, although they were making quite a bit of a racket, weren't they?
The door rattled open and a light shone on them. “Found 'em. Just a bunch getting weird in storage. I'll get rid of 'em.” The voice behind the bright line said, along with the crackling of a radio communications device.
“All right you. Get out of th-- ew.” He shone the beam of his light onto Winter, whose eyes were wide and pupils tiny, face covered in snot as well as his hands, and Sasha's chest... seems she'd managed to stuff her filled-up bra away, but the large sticky stain on her black shirt was still visible in the light.
“You uh... got a little... anyway, get out. We won't press charges for tresspassing, so skedaddle. ...All right girl, I got a pack of tissues here somewhere...”
It was a guard in a dark blue security uniform, distracted as he looked around for something to offer the 'girl' in the dress to clean her snout with, The trio quickly scrabbling out of the tiny space and lining up. Well, he had told them to leave, so while he was distracted, the trio fled... but not before something shiny caught Sasha's eye. It looked like this guy had been checking under the cloth-covered shelves, on the things that weren't supposed to be in this supposedly abandoned warehouse...
Without really knowing why, perhaps it was a burning curiosity, she snagged one of the shiny containers off the shelves and grasped it in front of her as they ran out.
“Here y'are miss- Oh, shoot.” The security guard looked back up, holding a handkerchief – only to find all three of them were already gone.
Outside, Sasha was grimacing as she held her chest, bra-less breasts bouncing uncomfortably as she had to run. “C-can we slow down? We're almost to the fence!”
“Nope! Keep running! Why were there people in there!? I don't want to go to jail! I'm too pretty for jail!” Winter cried as he ran with surprising speed, flashing his stocking-clad thighs as the wind blew up his skirt, fluffy tail billowing behind him.
“Let's just get out of here!” Agreed Ben, and Sasha groaned and clamped down more tightly on her breasts as she leaned forward and kept running, all of them slipping back through the gate with the cut lock and dashing down the street towards Ben's house, their home base for this exploration gone wrong.
And Winter only had to sneeze once more on the way, leaving a decidedly gooey patch on the sidewalk, but also freeing himself of the dust that had suffused the closet.
Later that evening, after they'd all caught their breath, the trio sat around a table, munching on snacks and drinking, wiping the sweat from their brows and discussing the events.
“I need a shower, and to do laundry.” Sasha was still wearing her quite mucousy set of shirts, not having anything else to wear – her bra was sitting on the floor... not in any state. “Thanks for that, snot-cannon.”
The feminine fox's reply was to snort into a tissue, his nostrils quavering and muzzle crinkling as he sniffled afterwards.
They were staring at the box Sasha had snagged from the warehouse. It didn't seem to have much in the way of markings. “So what is it?” Questioned Ben, the red-brown wolf reaching for the box and opening it up.
“Looks like... perfume or something? I don't smell anything, though.” Said the dog, leaning on one elbow as her ears dangled down past her chin.
“P-perfume? I'm... uh... I'm gonna go... freshen up.” Winter recoiled from the box, not even wanting to risk something like that at the moment, and slunk away with only the swish of his fur rubbing against the corner as he vanished. Periodically, one could hear his honking noseblows echoing throughout the house as he hid, trying to clean himself up and get all the copious goop out of his snoot... a losing battle if ever one was fought.
As soon as they were alone, Sasha leaned forward, smirking. “So... want to help me wash up, Ben? I need to throw all my stuff in the wash. And then I need to wash my fur...”
“Sure, I can get that stuff in the laundry and-” Ben started before Sasha stripped her black outer shirt off and flung it at him, -fomf-ing onto his head. By the time the wolf got it off, she'd let her white undershirt crumple in a pile before him on his table, and was leaning back in her seat.
“I also need you to help me... you know, make sure I get it all out?” She said as she extended one leg, her paw pressing against Ben's groin just enough – rubbing him with the pad on the bottom, ankle rolling as she moved it back and forth. “In the shower.”
Ben's brain ground to a halt as he observed the bared breasts before him, and felt the soft toes wiggling against his swiftly-hardening manhood. He nodded in complete agreement with Sasha, somehow thinking to grab the bottle of presumed perfume, their footsteps racing up the stairs as Sasha led the wolf by the nose, as it were, into the bathroom. Finally, she had him alone.
Dropping her bottoms to the tiled floor, she stepped into the shower, leaving Ben to drool on himself as he stared at the curves of her ass, the spaniel's little tail wiggling as she turned the water on, looking sideways at the wolf and tilting her head back as the water splashed against her breasts, starting to wash the sticky mess away and really making her pale pink nipples stand out. As she put her hands behind her head to gather up her long ears, he got an excellent view of just how plump her rump was as well.
Ben didn't even recall actually taking them off, but he was nude and in the shower the next thing he realized, coming up behind his fellow canine and pressing his hard, red cock against her soft heart-patterned ass, his arms around her and hands cupping her breasts, rubbing them – she'd said to help her get clean, after all. He clutched her with a desperate lust, the day's shenanigans had left him feeling so pent up and frustrated. He kissed her neck, then nipped at it, Sasha smiling and pushing back against him, a thrill of victory at getting him all to herself at last rushing through her as he squeezed her soft breast, her nipples bending against his palms as he would scrub his hand upward, letting them pop from his grasp, and repeating this as his method of 'cleaning'.
She sighed with happiness – her breasts felt so good in his hands, and – ah – he was pinching them now, her nipples... “Nhhh...” Shifting her legs to press back into Ben, the spaniel reached her arm back and grabbed the back of his head, fingers twining into his hair as her other hand went to grab his firm ass, squeezing it hard.
“Seems like you aim to make more of a mess, Bennnnjamin...” Sasha licked her lips, plump and pink before she twisted her neck to catch the wolf's own in a kiss, just as he was going for another nibble on her neck. She moaned into his mouth, her lover squeezing her tits more firmly and rolling them around in his grasp as she pulled him closer, leaning on him and drawing one of her paws up and down his shin. In this state of sensitivity, she felt that she could feel every single droplet from the shower hitting her nipples, her chest, neck, stomach... rivulets of water running down, making her as wet as she felt inside.
Her core was like a molten lake, she couldn't contain it and could feel it running out of her, slick and slippery as she moved against him. He was thrusting against her now, panting right in her ear after they broke their kiss, and she couldn't suppress a shiver across her body and a small gasp as she felt him spring through her thighs, hot, hard shaft slipping against her sex as his tip poked out in front of her, the wound-up wolf whining in the back of his throat with his need.
She loved the attention as he wrapped his arms tightly around her chest, his lips, tongue, and teeth gracing her neck, ears, and shoulders as his hands grabbed at her breasts – soft, with hard, sensitive caps. She was really enjoying it as he started to knead them, his hips shaking, an off-balance thrusting going on as she squeezed her lovely thighs together against his cock, jumping a bit when the ridges of his throbbing member would push against her labia, sometimes stroking her clit. There was always pressure there, always friction, and Ben was only getting more aggressive.
Finally he clenched her tightly, finger and thumb pinching and rolling her nipples as he thrust against her plush ass one last time. His jaws clenched on her shoulder, eliciting a long series of gasps - “Ah! AaaAaa! Aahn!” - as the spaniel looked down to see Ben's dick spasming, firing long ropes of white seed onto the wall of the shower from between her legs, the top covered in her juices. He really knew how to wind her up... but it was going to take more than this for her to be able to get off.
“Hhh-hhahh... S-Sashhhhaaahh... Mmm...” Ben was shuddering against her back, kissing her neck and left cheek, slowly squeezing her with a now weaker grasp, gently rubbing at her as he rode the high.
“I'm glad you enjoyed that, love.” she murmured, stroking a hand up his hip, the other going to rub the side of his muzzle. “I think we'd better dry off – you got me all wet, and now it's my turn, don't you think...?” she hadn't been this aroused in a while, and could hardly keep her hands off him as they stepped into the dryer, a necessity for anyone covered in fur. It blew pleasantly warm air all over them, and gave another excuse for her to kiss him as they stood together, slowly having the water removed from their fur.
Once that was finished, the spaniel was daydreaming about all the things she was going to have him to to her, and she remembered that perfume they'd found. Fishing it out of her clothes, she sprayed a little bit into the air, sniffing, and then walked into it, dabbing a bit on her wrists, a tiny bit on her cleavage and neck – unexpectedly, her muzzle wrinkled up, and she gasped. “Haeh...”
Naturally Ben's ears perked right up, and he focused his attention fully on the nude spaniel, every ridge in her muzzle, every flare of her nostrils – he was rapt.
“Heh---” Sasha held up a wrist in front of her nose, scrubbing at it, wriggling her snout, but to no avail - “Hek-SHHH!” she sneezed, a bit of the curious purple mist of the perfume coming out. “Nnn...” Her nose was still tingling – and she looked over to Ben. On the one hand... she knew his interest. On the other, she didn't really want to be dribbling from her nose while they were being intimate! “I'll... go to your bedroom, come find me after I get a tissue...” She said, teasingly touching her nose with one finger as she backed out of the bathroom, scampering down the hall to Ben's bedroom. Once there, she started to feel a little dizzy, and a strange sensation of itchiness washed over her from head to toe, making her jump and grab herself - “Rrr! What... weird. Goosebumps?”
She had always thought that this room was a little bit... large. It was peculiar... maybe Ben just felt like sleeping in a cave? The bed was complete overkill, looking like it could hold twelve people at once. There were decorations and drawers to his tastes around, she knew some of them at least were filled with 'certain supplies' that they would be needing. In particular, her mind drifted to a leather riding crop... a half-grin came across her face as she bit her lower lip.
“Gah! What is...” That sensation again, rippling through her skin, making her fur stand on end – agh! “Am I allergic to his shampoo or something? Aaa it's itchy!” she growled with frustration, scratching her upper arms, her hips, reaching down to her ankle, the back of her neck, scratching furiously beneath her breasts... “Hm?” Her breasts... felt a lot heavier. Wait... her ankle was so far away... “Huh?” she looked around, noticing that everything was slowly growing closer to the ground... no, wait... what? “Buh?”
It was about this point of confusion that the red wolf entered the room, his tail wagging furiously from side to side, their clothes bundled in his arms. At least until he unceremoniously dropped them, looking up with wide eyes at Sasha, who was now somewhere around twenty feet tall, arms crossed in front of her chest, blinking and looking very confused.
“WH-- what HAPPENED?” Said the wolf, dashing over as the spaniel sat down with a rumble on the huge bed, holding a hand to her face.
“I... think I know why that warehouse was guarded?” She looked around, finding the little bottle of perfume – she'd carried it in here, but dropped it when this strangeness started, squinting at the tiny thing as she held it between the tips of her fingers. “This isn't perfume...” She thought about it while idly stroking her smooth belly, hand descending more with each stroke... this wasn't really a problem. It was more like... an opportunity. Maybe it was because her brain was drenched in sexytime chemicals at the moment, but in the end, Sasha just looked down at Ben with a very predatory look, her chest starting to heave as she panted.
“It's still my turn... don't you think?” She moved one large leg out toward the wolf, slowly tilting her ankle up, and pushed him to the floor, the wolf sitting down hard as her pawpads gently applied pressure to him, slipping between her toes and then being dragged across the floor towards the bed.
“I see nothing wrong with this situation,” agreed the horny canine as he was pinched and lifted up, Sasha widely crossing her leg over her knee, giving him quite the view on the way before he was dropped onto the bed.
“Hehehehhehehehurrr,” Garbled the wolf as he giddily looked up, erection fully revitalized from the mere sight before his eyes, grinning so wide he felt like his jaw was going to get sore before too long. Sasha put a bit of a damper on his enthusiasm, rearranging herself so that her chest was piled up beneath her, between her crossed arms as she leaned on them, now resting on her stomach, nose inches away from the wolf.
“Now Ben... didn't you have your fun? Didn't we agree that it's my turn now?” Teasing, she slowly lowered her head until her nose was pressing down on her little lover, sniffing at him and rubbing her nose back and forth, squishing it all over his body. “Nnn... your fur tickles. Maybe if you're good, I'll do this some more after... now...”
Rolling over and sitting back up, Sasha parted her legs for him, showing her enormous entrance – to him it was like a pink, fleshy curtain with a hint of a cavernous space inside, liquid trickling out of her onto the bed. Normally not a noticeable amount, but with her size... it was starting to leave quite a wet spot.
“Do you have something that could... help... uh, someone of my size? Oh gosh... I'm actually a bit embarrassed! My pussy is huge!” She pressed her hands to her face, hiding a blush for a moment... until she gasped. “Hhaa!” Ben had reached her groin, crawling forward sneakily on the bed and pressing both hands onto her clit, now the size of his head, and gently rubbing the area around it. “OH!” She gave a guttural cry, her stomach visibly clenching as her insides squeezed out a bit more fluid, washing over Ben's paws. “That's... hh... Hh... I c-c-can't, I can't take it!” She brought a hand down, pushing him away.
“Too sensitive?” Asked the relatively small wolf.
“Let's start with something else. Don't you have anything...” She rotated her wrist, spinning her hand in a 'you know...' gesture. “Big?”
The wolf nodded, grinning. “I... do have... something. It was for- well, today it's for you.”
She lay back on a seeming mountain of pillows, the giant bed proving to be quite comfortable as she ran her hands over her body, enjoying herself, teasing, imagining what was to come. Her fingers trailed across her breasts, flicking her nipples as she passed them, enjoying the feeling of bending them and then letting them spring back into place. She pushed her other hand down her abdomen, fingers leaving little trails in her short fur as she touched her thighs, avoiding her sex, and noticing... “Oh... wow, I'm... making quite a mess.” She flushed as she imagined sitting on Ben, pressing her soaking wet pussy into his face and making him suck on it, rocking against him like he was a toy... and another clench of her insides pushed out more juices. “H-hurry...” He was over in his deep walk-in closet, sounds of... an engine? Starting up. It was a buzzing sort of sound, like an electric... “What on... is... is that a …?”
Out of the drove, with a whine of its electric motor, something that could only be described as a dildo tank. It was entirely pink, had soft looking, knobbly treads, and a tiny window, a sealed door... and yes, it was shaped like a cock.
“...Oh Ben. Oh my god.” Sasha couldn't stop herself from laughing at the ridiculous sight, shifting a bit and then picking up the strange sex... toy? Vehicle? And placing it on the bed between her legs.
There was a brief crackle of static, and Ben's voice came over a speaker. “I'm going in!” Which made Sasha snort, covering her mouth to hide her grin as he headed towards her, the tip of the device starting to buzz as the wolf turned up the intensity setting.
Much as she was giggling at it, she had to admit that once it made contact with her wet folds, she had to gasp, her laughter turning into a moan as she grit her teeth, the spaniel's muzzle wrinkling up and her nostrils flaring as she huffed, custom-built vibrator pressing into her, buzzing her clit as Ben's strange toy started to penetrate her, stretching her open and gliding in easily on the waves of moisture flowing out of her.
“Hh! G-hhnn—nn!” Her toes curled, wrinkling the sheets as she fell back onto her pillow mound, breasts jiggling and then being gathered up in her arms as she started to fondle her nipples, grabbing at her tits and tugging on them, squeezing in time with the vehicle's progress forwards.
“Hogghhdd... That's bett-mmph! Better! Than! I thought! It would beeeEeee” Her thighs started to tremble as she forced them to stay apart, her legs wanting her to wrap around and pull.
Inside, Ben's view was filled with delightful pink, a dark hole stretching in front of the window he'd installed, boner pressing firmly against the control panel in the tight quarters as he drove forwards bit by bit, letting her get accustomed to the size and hoping that the strange 'submersible' would work as planned and not cause any discomfort. The treads were designed to rub the interior walls, providing delicious friction even while they pushed the toy deeper, but Sasha seemed quite sensitive, so he was a bit worried about them. “No time like the present!” He dove right on in, driving deeper as Sasha was stretched, groaning as her eyes unfocused.
The giant was flipping her nipples, rubbing her palms across them and fiddling with them, squeezing and kneading her breasts, trying to keep her hands busy so they wouldn't slam down into her crotch and start rubbing, wanting Ben to be the one to do it. “Y-you're so huge, Ben, oh god...” she closed her eyes, trying to rock against her partner, but... she didn't have one. He was inside her, completely now, wheels slowly churning against her sensitive insides, making a small ribbon of drool exit her muzzle as she thrashed her head to the side, squirming incessantly, unable to stop him from rubbing up against all the best spots inside her.
“Ghh... Nn.. H-hh...” This continued for several minutes, Ben egging her on through his loudspeaker, letting her know that he loved her, asking if she could feel him inside of her, her clenching, crushing walls squeezing his vessel in response as she searched for that elusive peak, needing to release the coiling tension in her belly.
She began to scream in frustration, whining as she could get so close, so, so close, but couldn't quite get there, even with the huge device filling her up, with Ben inside her, with it bumping its vibrating head against her cervix, pink flesh squeezing in all around the wolf.
“Nnnghh-hnnhnnhnnnn! I'm so CLOSE! FUCK!” she barked the last word, and even a certain big-nosed fox took notice.
Winter had been in the bathroom, unable to stop sneezing for the past twenty minutes or so, his nose streaming into the tissues he endlessly clamped to it, eyes watering as the sneezes kept coming, the gasps making his petite frame shudder. “Hih—heh—HEEKTSCHMPH!” always accompanied by a thick blast of snot from his oversized, oversensitive pink nose.
Snuffling miserably, his ears pricked up as he heard a deep feminine voice shouting. Sasha...? Opening the door of the bathroom he was hiding in, he listened more intently- periodically interrupted by his bothered sniffer with another wet, spraying sneeze.
Hey! That sounded like... oooh!” Winter frowned, racing off to get Sasha's claws off her man in a huff.
Back in the master bedroom, Sasha felt something growing... was this it? Could it finally be... “Ah... AH... A-AAAH...” Yes, it was building... tingling... it was almost here!
“AAAHHKKTTSCHHH!” The plus-plus-plus sized lady's tingling nose let out a huge sneeze, her inner muscles clenching around the toy deep inside her, which suddenly felt a bit tighter than it had mere moments ago, expelling a cloud of purple mist from her embiggened nostrils.
This extra tension was also all she needed to finally peak, her orgasm rocking through her like a bolt, her hips thrusting up as her stomach seemed to press inwards beneath an invisible force, the power of her vaginal muscles clamping down as hard as possible. “HHNNnnn!” Riding it out, she realized... her nose tingled almost as much as her pussy.
“HEK'TSCHH! Eh-h-HHaauuhh—HAKTSCHH!” Each sneeze was puffing out more of the purple stuff, and reducing her in size... Ben popped out with a wet squelch as her body shrank, soaked in juices and falling backwards off the bed as she continued to sneeze.
“Hey! What are you doing with---hnkgh.” As Winter burst in, confused by the scene of a normal-sized Sasha on an enormous bed and Ben climbing out of a soaked giant dildo with treads, he wrinkled his muzzle, trying to suppress yet another sneeze at the tickly sensation of some kind of purple perfume cloud.
“Hhehhhheh--- EH-EhhhHHh-”
Sasha, still riding her high, scowled halfheartedly. “Winter, no fair...” Ben was currently in possession of an iron-hard erection, and his attention had now shifted to the effeminate, big-snooted gray fox who had entered the room, pink nostrils trembling as he sniffled against the tickly sensations and his own allergies.
“Wh-whahuhh--- ha-happened in he-heeere?” The fox, tears forming in the corners of his striking eyes, held his nose with one hand, managing to talk despite his need to sneeze. This place looked like a disaster area... and what was up with that weird vehicle? Agh, he needed to sneeze so bad... and Ben was... oh, and Sasha was also... “Hey! Y-you were... while I wuh-huhh... D-dammit, I... HEK'TSCHHHiii!” a wad of snot and a high pitched whistle came from Winter's nose as he finally lost to his sneeze, rubbing his nose which was slowly starting to tingle... and feel heavy... and... wh-what? “Huh? H----huh?!” His vision was partially blocked by his nose – that was normal – but it didn't usually take up half his field of view.
Ben was staring at him with a look of hunger... it made him feel happy, and a little warm in his belly, so he wandered over to the bed where Sasha was now playing with herself, slowly and softly touching her breasts, rolling her nipples, squeezing her thighs as she rolled onto her side and petting her sex. She looked like she'd just had the ride of her life and was enjoying the afterglow. She definitely made him sneeze so she could get alone time! That tricky... grrr. Winter's ears went flat as he stared at her disdainfully.
He was going to give her a piece of his mind when Ben's hand turned the fox's face back towards the object of his affection, sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. Winter gave a soft little moan in his throat.
“Winter, it looks like we got our hands on something special... it uh...” The girly fox noticed that his wolf's eyes were glued to his nose, and raised his hands again to poke at it – it was... what the heck? It was so big!
“It looks like some kind of growth potion?”
The wetness welling up in Winter's eyes redoubled, his lip trembling as he whined.
“No! My stupid nose was big enough alreah—hh--ah--” His nostrils flared, and the red wolf licked his lips, gently taking Winter's rising muzzle in his hands, and guiding him down... until that big pink sniffer was insistently rubbing against the wolf's length, making him buck and writhe as the fox tried to rub, rub, rub the tickle away.
“Nghahh... B-ben I g-gotta snee... sneee—hEEE---HEEEEEETTTTTCHHHHHshhhii!” if he thought he'd had issues controlling his nose before, it was even worse now. His oversized, oversensitive nose blasted out a long, thick rope of slime up Ben's stomach, the wolf watching Winter's nostrils flaring on either side of his cock. It was enough to make a man lose his mind.
“H-hooh... Winter don't look at m- don't give me that look. D-don't... snee--- A-ahh... HHH! Ngkh...” The wolf began to twitch, a tightness in the root of his cock leading to a powerful contraction at this attention to his most sensitive area, pressure giving way to utter relief as he expelled several ropes of white sticky cum onto and over Winter's head, leaving a gleaming trail up the fox's oversized muzzle and between his eyes. Shuddering, he fell back onto the bed with a huff, and Sasha flopped over to grasp for his hand, both of their eyes closing in satisfaction.
Winter was left horny, confused, and incredibly sneezy, kneeling there at the foot of the bed. “Whh-what!? What am I supposed to--- AATCHHHHOOO!”
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