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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!”

END

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Commission Cave / Story commissions open.
« on: December 13, 2019, 06:44:14 PM »
Hey there.  I wanted to let everyone know I am opening up for story commissions again.

My rates are $40 per 1000 words.  No, that doesn't mean that a 1001 word story will be $80.  Paypal... I will also accept art trades for stories! Love me some collaborative works.

Uh... PM me, or you can reply here if you want.  I'll try to keep up on checking it.  I'll write basically anything you want.  SFW/NSFW.  Nothing with kids.  I'd rather not work with anyone underage because that's a WHOLE kettle of fish.

Examples of my work are all over the place. 

Trying to write more, so I hope you'll consider me.  :)

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Commission from PollenPLover http://www.furaffinity.net/user/pollenplover/ give her a visit! Get some commissions! I quite like how this came out.  Her expressions are spot on.

Characters are my elephant Anne and her horse/pegasus Amber.

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Art, Art, and Art! / [F + Elephant + Mature + Explicit] Trunk-job mishap
« on: August 10, 2019, 09:28:26 PM »
Oops... she didn't think that would happen.  Commission with rando characters.  Was convinced to share, I didn't think anyone would be interested, so if you like it, leave a comment.  Because I have more stuff and I need to know if it's worth posting haha

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Story I wrote a while ago.  Didn't feel confident about posting it, but recently I've just felt like posting again.  Protagonist is a friend's character, Kashir.  There is also a cat.  Kashir the smith has a rather frustrating day!  Enjoy, and let me know what you think! I want to write more stuff to share.  Next one is probably... a follow-up to this human/elephant roommate thing I wrote last year.

Updated: Added the species tags to the subject even though it makes it super long lololol

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Kashir – Itchy Trunk Day

It was hot as always near the forge, but Kashir was thankfully dry as any sweat quickly evaporated.  His apron was thick, as well as his gray skin, so he barely even felt the occasional spark that bounced off him.  Holding a piece of glowing iron up before his eyes, his strong trunk wrapped around a pair of tongs.  Smithing was easy when you had three hands...

The elephant's trunk crinkled, scrunching up towards his face as he sniffed, always a wet-sounding affair as his moist nostrils flared a bit, releasing a small droplet of runny fluid onto the back of his hand as he scrubbed and rubbed against his trunktip, nostrils squelching and a feeling of incredibly relief running through his head.  “Nnh-hhaah-aaahhhh,” He groaned happily, that sensation that only scratching an itch can give.  He almost let the piece fall, but luckily recovered in time.  His trunk was just so itchy today, it hadn't been giving him a moment's peace.

“Hopefully you can behave long enough for me to finish this order...” He muttered, eyes fixed upon the sinuous gray length.  But it seemed another distraction was on its way, albeit in a much more welcome form than a tingling, wriggling trunk.

The distraction in question peeked in through the door to Kashir's shop, eyes widening in the gloom of the smithy after being out in the bright morning sun.  A sandy-furred feline padded in silently, her attire suggestive of a career on the road, hard leather and bits of chain adorned with a belt of tools and weapons.  Although the elephant's trained eyes could see that armor was on the verge of falling apart, and in dire need of repair.

“Excuse me...” the cat's voice was soft and silky, the tone of someone who wants to ask for a favor.

His nostrils flared, a tickle surfacing before he could respond.  He really did not need a cat today... but work was work.

“Can you take an emergency order, sir?”

“S-sir? Do I look that old? I swear it's just the wrinkles...” gently putting down the piece he was working on- he'd need to start over now, anyway- Kashir plodded over to the feline.  He was realizing that she was quite beautiful, beneath all that road dirt.

“I might be able to, but it won't be cheap.” he came to rest just a short distance from her, rubbing his hands on a rag.  “I'm Kashir, the local smith as you may have guessed.  Traveled far?”

She reached out a hand to shake, his hand dwarfing hers.  “Envir.  So pleased to make your acquaintance.  But... you know, times are tough.  How much money are we talking? I do really need the repair...” As if to punctuate her remark, the left clasp on her breastplate popped off at that moment, the metal bursting with a Spang!.

They both stared at each other for a moment.  “I really need the repair.” She repeated, now showing a bit more fur than before, along with the beginnings of a very curvaceous slope being hidden by plates and hardened leather.  Typically those of the feline persuasion were lithe, thin... this was not the case with Envir, as she began removing her armor.

“And I really don't want to pay... with money.” She slowly reached out to stroke the back of her hand down Kashir's trunk, moving in close even as he tried to back away- not wanting to get that fur any closer to his nose, but also not wanting to give it away.

“Are you s-s-hh-heh...” He gave a single scrunch of his trunk and curled it up beneath her touch, trying to resist the urge to scrub at the long, tingling organ.  “Se-heeeriously trying that? Does that actually work?”

She was dressed in a simple tunic and leggings beneath her armor, the swell of her breasts pressing at the rough fabric, a bit of white visible at the neck, leading the eye downward.

“It works sometimes...” She purred, continuing towards him, touching his arm and squeezing his muscles.  “When I find a big, strong blacksmith... who catches my eye.”

He was definitely going to sneeze all over this woman if she kept this up.  That thought, and the thought that she was just trying to rip him off, were all he needed to resist.  “Your lines seem torn from a trashy romance novel written by an amateur bard.” He moved to get some of his equipment between himself and this rather forward woman, but she lunged and pressed his arm to her chest, wrapping her arms around one of his and holding him close.

He decided to pull out his trump card... or rather his trunk card.

“L-look, I ha-happen to be sli-hii-hiightly allergic to cats...” He played up the tickle in his trunk, making it squirm and jump, sniffing loudly so she could see his nostrils wiggling and letting the hitch in his voice come through more clearly.  “I n-need to sne-he-heeh-heeze, so if you wouldn't mind letting go...” He thought that surely like most she would flee before the 'terror' of an elephant sneeze.

She seemed to weigh the options for a little, and then refused utterly.  “Nope, not going to scare me off with that trick.”  Envir remained clamped to his side, her breasts squishing against his arm quite pleasantly, forcing him to simply move over to the window in front of the back alley of his shop.  Once upon a time, it had been somewhat well traveled, but now everyone knew the risks.  The stubborn feline was dragged along with him, not having a hope of stopping the powerful elephant.

Sticking his trunk out the window, Kashir drew in a deep breath – “HH-hHheh-hhheuhh...” His trunk twitching and wiggling, not knowing where he was going to sneeze.  He covered his mouth with his free hand so as not to spray his 'guest', and she seemed a bit concerned now.

“You don't really need to sneeze though, right? You're trying to get me out of here...” she seemed unsure of herself, but she was about to learn that he was not messing around at all.  Clutching his arm a little tighter, she scooted around so she was half covered by his shoulder, watching him gasp again and again, seemingly unable to get the sneeze out.

“Hahhaa--- Hafta... G-gonna... sneeze! I … H-haAHH...” His trunk would scrunch, his nostrils flare, and then... nothing.  He was stuck in a loop.

“Nnhh... ahh... UH-hHhahh...” tears started to leak from his eyes as he sniffled and desperately tried to sneeze, a bright tingling itch irritating the very tip of his trunk, but unable to push him over the edge.  “HAAH... HAAAH... AHHHH...!” his chest was now heaving, and Envir started to feel a little sorry for him.  Reaching up to the base of the powerful snoot, she gave it a little tickle with the tips of her fingers, pushing Kashir over the edge.
“AH... Gon-nNAH! S-SNe-EEEH! Sn-SneeeEEEEHHHH—KASHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOO!”

The blacksmith finally, blissfully erupted with a powerful sneeze, eliciting a scream from some poor, foolish soul who was wandering in the alleyway.  When he sneezed out this window, he always made sure to try and hold back- his unrestrained sneezes, as he'd proven on many occasions, could tear apart structures and knock over trees in a straight line.  When he clenched his trunk just a certain way, he found he could spray all the force over a wider area.  It'll rattle some windows, but no more angry neighbors... unless they were irritated about the um... mess he made.  This one had been particularly itchy, but luckily he hadn't been sneezing all day already- then it would have been quite a gooey mess out there.

Sniffling and rubbing his trunk with a sigh, he huffed happily as the tingle finally left his trunk- for now.  His trunktip was a webby mess of snot, and he really needed to clean it up- not wanting to be seen in such a state.

“Aww... poor baby! You look so helpless when you sneeze!” Kashir did a double-take.

“...What? Helpless?” He looked at the cat, holding a hand over the end of his messy trunk.  She was pulling a handkerchief out from the cups of her nearly ruined armor, and took his trunk, stroking it and wiping up the mess with a surprisingly delicate touch, being careful not to let her fur touch his nostrils.

This elicited quite a blush from the large male.  His trunk was especially sensitive right now, after a huge sneeze like that.

“A-all right, I think you should clear out... just... leave your armor and I'll fix it up.  Where are you staying?” he snatched his trunk away from her, turning away to hide his blush and rummaging through his tools.

“I'm just staying at the inn down the road a bit.” He heard some clanking and the sound of heavy cloth, leather, and metal falling.  Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw the cat lady stepping out of a pile of... basically rags, tight, simple brown underwear all that adorned her well-muscled form.  She was clearly an experienced adventurer, her body fit and taut.

“You... don't have any other clothes?” he willed himself not to stare at her body for too long- that's what she wanted.

“You wouldn't make me walk back to the inn like this would you?” While she was attempting her next ploy to seduce the blacksmith and get out of paying her bill, he had already withdrawn a spare tunic and thrown it at her, draping across her form like a blanket as it was sized for him.

“Here you go.  You can bring that back tonight when you come to pick up your armor.”  he pointed toward the door, furrowing his brow and trying to look intimidating as the cat finally left, giving him a look that let him know this wasn't over.

When she had closed the door he sighed heavily.  What a troublesome customer she was going to be...

“She's not getting this for free...” He muttered, going to scoop up her armor and get to work on it.  Unfortunately for his concentration, someone else burst in just a few minutes later, not even bothering to knock.
The intruder was a stout, broad, busty dragoness.  Red scales, brown, cheap looking tunic and trousers for some reason.  Dragons were usually considered to be high class, enjoying the expensive things in life.  She was breathing heavily, as though she'd been running, and had her hands clamped over her large, reptilian muzzle – two ovals that were nearly the size of her fists were quivering beneath those red fingers, and Kashir slowly widened his eyes as he watched.

“I-I'm s-suh-suh-sorry, this was... th-the only building that dih... didn't look … f-flah... flah... flammable... I … I gotta sneeze!”

The dragon sprinted over to his forge area, gasping and hitching, her chest heaving beneath the cheap, rough fabric she was wearing.  Suddenly, it made sense.

“Hey! Don't do that in here, come on! I get it, sneezing sucks for- you're not listening are you?”

The elephant tried to get over to her and touched her shoulder as she approached, nostrils widening more and more- but maybe that wasn't the best idea in the world.  Dragons had an unfortunate reputation for having sneezes just as destructive as elephants, after all.

“AH.... HAHHH... HAAAASCHHHHHHH! HURRRASSHHHOOOO! ERRRASSCHHHHOOOO! HAH-HAH-HAHH—TTCHHHHOOOOO!” She sneezed and sneezed, flames blasting out of her gaping nostrils as her muzzle wrinkled and scrunched, fingers desperately trying to plug up the nasal explosions.

Her first sneeze was aimed down, luckily at the sandy part of the floor where he worked with hot metal, not able to catch fire for fear of the hot sparks igniting a less durable substance.  They still washed over her chest though, burning away her tunic. So this was why she wore such cheap clothes, just as he had suspected.  Tragically for Kashir, his clothes were burned away as well by her subsequent sneezes, leaving them both exposed.

“Oh my god! I'm s-so sorry, my nose was so sneezy and I couldn't hold it back – so I ran in here.  I figured a blacksmithy would be... fire-resistant, at least.  Are you ok? Are you burned?” She started running her hands over his skin, checking for injuries.

“What is wrong with everyone today...” The elephant sighed, shaking his head.  “I'm pretty resistant to heat, my skin is very thick and I burned myself every day for years learning my trade, so... I'm fine.  But now I have a naked dragon in my shop, and my clothes are all gone.  How are you going to pay for this?”

She blushed, her red scales turning an even deeper crimson.  Her eyes were not meeting his at all, but rather were locked on the dangling piece of meat between his legs.  If Kashir hadn't been having such a bad day, he might even be interested, but despite the seductive feline he'd just recently kicked out, losing his entire work outfit to a surprise fire was not doing anything for his attitude. 

“I'm sorry- I was just trying to get out of town in time... I have a cold, you see, and... I didn't bring any money...” She discreetly covered the area between her legs with one hand, trying to hold her breasts with the other.  Unfortunately for her, she needed that hand to come up and rub her itchy, running nostrils.  “I c-can come by once I'm be-be-better, if that wou-would be okaeehh... Hh... Hi... Ihaaa... I have to sn-sneeze again! I'm s-sorry!” She gasped in a deep breath, about to explode, when Kashir's hand firmly clamped down around her gaping nostrils, squeezing them shut.  Her sneeze was stifled, the surprised dragon blinking watery eyes.

“All right, I'll hold you to that... but I really do need to ask you to leave.  Especially if you're sick- if I catch your cold, I'm going to be out of business for at least a week... plus the cleanup bills the guards give me are horrendous!  Listen... here's a bucket. It can stand up to my sneezes, but I don't know how well it'll hold up to a bunch of fire.” wrapping his trunk around her snout to keep it squeezed, he put a plain iron pail in her hands.  “Just stick your nose in here, ok?”

Soot and smoke was starting to drift out of her nose now, the squeezed sneeze causing her to emit a cloud of ash.  Little particles that flew into Kashir's trunk...

As he started to empathize with the sniffly dragon, knowing how those with 'dangerous' sneezes were treated over something they couldn't control, the elephant started to feel a powerful tingle right between his eyes.

“Heh...” The dragonness, Kashir's trunk withdrawing from her snout, stuck her nose into the bucket as the urge to sneeze overwhelmed her.  The red dragon's nostrils stretched wide, feeling tight and hot as she let loose another torrent of flames- “HHHEEEEEEESHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” It was a long, drawn-out sneeze, and her flames sprayed out of the bucket, rebounding and igniting several objects along the wall behind her, unable to contain her furious sneezing.

Kashir would have sighed heavily, except that his trunk was currently scrunching up, a finger jammed beneath the thick base, trying to pinch it off and failing as the smoke and ashes teased his sensitive trunk into a torrential sneeze.  “HE-EH... Heeehhh... HEEEHHHH...” His breathing was deep and powerful, muscles rolling all across his body as he shuddered, bare form trying to contain this explosion that was building inside his trunk.  But it was no use...

From within his trunk there came an audible gurgle as a tide of nasal fluids that had been building up since this morning, exacerbated by his sneezing earlier, started to flow, dripping out of gaping dark holes that were the current form of Kashir's stretched, tortured nostrils, flecks of soot stuck to the quivering pink flesh.  His trunk seemed to compact, scrunching up and wrinkling as much as the elephant's brow as he took in one final gulp of air.

“HHHHUUUUUUHHHHH---RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOO!” a solid blast of snot fired out of his trunk, stretching out towards the flames- as he sneezed it all out, the hot, gooey mess seemed to form a solid stream as it left his flared nostrils, splattering thick and heavy all over the fires- extinguishing them as he drenched the wall of his shop with a tickly, torturous elephant sneeze.

His trunk felt so fat and heavy- bursting with snot as he staggered over to his bed, dizzy from the force of that sneeze.  “U-uhhgh... h-hey... Dragon... I'll snufffff I'll c-call it even if you... h-hh... c'mere and rub my trunk out for me... oh god... I hate it when it gets like this... you got me all sneezy...”

The dragon, whose name as-yet unmentioned was Alexis, stared wide-eyed at the wall, all the sneezes having been scared out of her virus-assailed nose.  “S-sure... sorry I uh... almost burned your shop down.” She walked over, claws clacking on the stones around the huge bed as Kashir put an arm over his eyes, laying back.  His trunk felt so bulbous and thick, moving stiffly and oozing a large quantity of his embarassingly thick and voluminous snot each time he waved it.  He pulled yet another bucket out from under his bed and lay back, waiting until he felt the pleasantly warm claws of the dragon touch his trunk, her thick, scaled tail and wide hips brushing against his side as she sat on his bed.

“Um... like this?” She ran her hands down the length of his trunk, eliciting a groan from the elephant and a happy sigh.

“Yeah... just like that... s-squeeze it a little...” She rubbed all over the long organ, milking the slime buildup from inside his trunk as it drooled into the bucket.   As Kashir relaxed, he felt the dragon's big, heavy breasts start to rub on either side of his trunk, and when he cracked open an eye, saw that she was holding his nose in her arms, squeezing it out into the bucket.  It felt heavenly as she relieved the pressure in there, making him feel tingly in ways that bratty cat earlier hadn't been able to – he realized he was still naked and quickly tossed a blanket over himself as he started to throb down below, knowing it wouldn't exactly hide what was happening but at least feeling a little modesty would be good.

Alexis peered into the end of Kashir's trunk, looking at the pink ridges within as she continued to coax the blocking mucus out like warm molasses, sniffling quietly and not noticing the tent being pitched behind her back.  She squeezed the base of his trunk one last time and firmly ran her hands down, rolling out the last of a thick wave of nasal secretions as Kashir felt his trunk return to normal size.  Usually he'd have to blow his nose for hours to get all that out... she was a big help after all.

“Well, for a problem you caused, you at least helped me fix it up.  But seriously... please leave.  I'll look forward to your next visit, with the money.  Maybe we can even have a little lunch when you stop by?” He was not terribly subtle, and the dragoness blushed.

“Sure... I'm Alexis.  It's short for something unpronounceable.”  She shook his trunk as though it were a hand, the warm, sinuous length wrapping around her palm.  “Kashir.  Until we meet again- good luck with your cold.” The elephant shook back, squeezing her arm a bit and then rolling over to hide the mast between his legs as the red scaled lady turned to leave.  Unlike his first visitor, she didn't seem too concerned by her nudity.

After some deep calming breaths and quite a bit more sneezing, the hours passed and Kashir was able to get back to work.  He had to wear his blacksmithing apron and nothing else thanks to that dragon, which was annoying, but he couldn't afford to get his street clothes covered in soot and burn holes.

He was just finishing up the armor when he heard someone else enter the shop.  His backside was totally bare and he was in the middle of some detailed work, so he just called out,  “We're closed right now, try back tomorrow.”

He heard no reply, but gasped in alarm as he felt a soft, silky hand slide along his waist beneath the heavy apron, wrapping around his still perky and sensitive cock, giving it a squeeze.  “Hey there, I'm back...” He could smell the cat and managed to not ruin her armor, putting one last finishing touch on it before spinning around.

“What is wrong with you? You can't just... get your hand out of... H-hhhuhhhnnh...” His eye twitched and he groaned, she was squeezing him now, stroking the base... quickly, his erection returned, the thick, achy elephant cock easily pushing out the apron until he just gave up and took it off, baring himself completely before Envir, the streaker cat whose armor he'd reluctantly agreed to fix up.
“Ok... fine damn it... you win... just... t-take care of this, ok?” He gestured to his iron-hard rod, already in her hands with large balls pulling up beneath it, a drizzling stream of clear pre starting to trickle out of him.

The flirty cat had obviously wanted this since she first came into his shop, and had no objections whatsoever, stroking her hands down his shaft as he moaned, and pushing her breasts together as she shed the borrowed tunic and her worn ragged underwear, sandy-coated breasts plumping up as she pushed her arms together to rest his cock on and between them, the tip poking her in the nose before she opened her maw wide and started to suck on as much as she could fit – basically only the tip.

Kashir groaned, collapsing backwards into his bed as the strength went out of his legs, seemingly sucked out through his dick.  “I-I'm not gonna last after the day I've ha—aa—Ahhnnhh...” He whined and twitched as the devilish cat took hold of his trunk, stroking it just beneath the tip as she wrapped her big tits around his pole, leaning him back and resting their heavy weight on his thighs, engulfing most of his penis with their soft, jiggling warmth.

Kashir, still thoroughly annoyed at this cat but at the end of his rope, 'accidentally' failed to warn her of what was about to happen as he felt his groin clench up, cock twitching as a heavy load of elephant cum began to rise, the elephant grunting and gasping just before he started to erupt, heavy tip twitching as he fired thick, long pulses of cum, soaking the cat's chest, face, and dribbling down her belly with each new clench of his internal muscles.  She protested, yelling at first and trying to shield her face, squirming against him until he was fully spent.  She looked upset, but Kashir just groaned and sat back with an extremely satisfied smile on his face, having gotten both what he wanted, and what he needed.

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I Found Something! / [M? Fursuiter] find
« on: May 11, 2019, 08:28:58 PM »
So I randomly found this, and felt it was my obligation to share.  I don't know if we already have it, but I didn't find it when I looked.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MGeW9AY4ds

Some guy?

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So... ...I commissioned this from Alrek.  I guess I'll just let it speak for itself aside from a brief description.

It's Bullzeye from this old 90s show Extreme Dinosaurs... because I think he has a really good nose.

And as you may or may not know if you've read my work, I'm basically a huge pervert, so I added a wardrobe malfunction.  Enjoy!

Oh.  Looks like I need to get smaller image files to upload them all.  I'll just put the first page here for now.

Edit: Aaaand there's the other two.

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Put that Explicit tag on there just to be safe, but there's no sex.  SO YEAH... I uh... I wrote some weird shit.  Honestly I don't know what... really... this is?  Elephant, Bat, Horse.

Let me know what you think.  Seriously, this just kind of... came out of my fingers when I put them on the keyboard.  I'm not sure if I know what to call this.

HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

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Normally if one found a bowl of strange white and brown powder in the common room of one's dorm, even if it did have a label, it would not be approached.  However, some people just have no common sense.  This was the case for Sarah, Alice, and Derrick as they sat around it in a triangle.

“What is it?” Asked Derrick, a tall draft horse with a messy mane that hung into his eyes, a thin frame unusual for his species, but well earned through years of apathetic exercise avoidance.  Shaggy feathering on his wrists and ankles and massive hooves were about the only giveaways, baggy tshirts and cargo shorts concealing most of him.

Alice, a fruit bat with a lovely yellow turtleneck stretched over a round chest stacked atop a round belly and round hips – one might think she was trying to emulate a fruit herself – picked up the little sign near the bowl and replied, “Well, this says it's some kind of science experiment for the guys over in Ritter? But... honestly, I'd think this is more some kind of social experiment.  You know all the science and psych guys are always doing this stuff.”

Sarah, who would seem to be a combination of the two, both very tall and very well rounded, as suited an elephant, investigated further.  “They want us to write down what we think it smells like? I don't smell anything... I mean, if I can't smell it, can anyone?” She waved her trunk around, thick and supple, nostrils the size of other people's hands twitching as she inhaled.

Derrick reached up to scratch his head, wondering aloud, “Maybe you just have to get close to it? I dunno, this is really weird.  I have no idea what this is, why would I sniff it?”

Of course, even as he dismissed this odd situation, Sarah, who may have been just a tad lacking in conventional wisdom, had already lowered the broad tip of her trunk, which was a very soft, cute pink color, closer to the bowl and was sniffing at it.

“Hmm... I still don't smell anythehh-- H-HEEH! HEH! HEAAAAAAAH-” Her friends barely even had a chance for their hearts to jump into their throats as the huge elephant's face went slack, then tensed- her eyes slowly shutting as she struggled to keep them open, her breasts raising as her lungs filled with air, her back bending with the need to inhale more, creased lines wrinkling across her brow near the base of her trunk as it curled up and scrunched... “HEEEEAAAHHTCHHHHHOOOOO!” Sarah sneezed one of her famously powerful sneezes, trunk snapping down and completely vaporizing the powder that had been in the bowl, sending the container itself flipping through the air.  A huge gust hit Alice and Derrick, blowing the mane out of the horse's eyes and driving their chairs back, scraping across the floor.

The room was instantly hazy, a fine particulate getting into everything after Sarah's sudden, unrestrainable sneeze had dispersed the mystery powder into the room. 

“I'm so, so sorry you guys – thank god that was a small one, but all of a sudden my trunk just had such a huge tickle in it! It was on fire- I couldn't hold on at all!” Sarah huffed and puffed, gasping after expelling so much air.  This, of course, was a huge mistake... not that she could have avoided it.  The powder in the air entering her trunk once again ignited the length of it, her nostrils tingling and twitching with a slow, insidious itch.

“M-my truh-trunk... wh-what is this stuff!?” She was about to gasp in another enormous breath, probably to let out even more destructive sneezes, but she felt two warm, comforting grips shutting off her nostrils, rubbing at them.  Her friends were used to this... Sarah had terrible control for someone with such outrageously oversized sneezes.

“Euugh, I think I can feel it... it's all gritty!” Alice squirmed, rubbing her own flat, front-facing nose with her free hand, the exposed membranes already seriously sensitive to her many allergens.  Even Derrick was scrubbing his face with his wrist.

“We should get outta here guys... I... uh... o-oh god, that... that ITCHES!” the horse began to scrub his nose even more fiercely, feeling the same deep kind of itch as the others, one that seemed to be settling in and slowly raising in intensity.  The kind of itch that one couldn't help but scratch and scratch, making the horse moan with that satisfying feeling of relieving an itch, while at the same time only intensifying the irritation.

“Ha-HA-HATCHHHUUH!” Derrick ended up sneezing as well, one of his legs kicking up and then stomping the ground in a strange reflexive motion, his wide brown nares shimmering with moisture and twitching with aggravation.

Neither Alice nor Derrick noticed Sarah's twitching face, her trunk's growing restlessness, or felt the tremors and twitches beneath their fingers.  They were both preoccupied, so it was easy to miss.

The fruit bat blushed as she felt a sneeze brewing – even though these two knew her, she was always totally mortified by her huge, messy sneezes.  While not nearly as harmful as Sarah's trunk, her wide-slitted upturned nostrils always projected straight ahead, to no end of embarassment.  Letting go of her friend's trunk, she cupped both hands around her own nose and sneezed desperately, trying to alleviate this itch.

“Hih-IHTSCHHHXX! Heh-NNGTHKKTTT! EEEHHTSCHHHHHH...!” Her sneezes always sounded heavy, wet and congested as her nose sprayed thick sheets of slime into her cupped hands, a softly audible dripping sound as droplets hit the floor, leaving Alice's hands and face a messy web of snot.  “I... I deed a dissue...” She snorted miserably, just before Sarah exploded.

“Guys... Gu-guuuysss... wh-where'd you go—ah---I … I got-t-ta.... s-snee—sneee... It's too bih—hih--- it's too bigu-uUHH... G-GHHHUUUUUH....!” Sarah's massive trunk seemed to vacuum up all the remaining floating powder in the room, what hadn't already settled in, and her eyes squeezed out tears as her nostrils tinged a bright red, the elephant huffing and puffing as her body screamed at her to pull in more and more air, air enough to fuel this truly elephantine sneeze.

“GhhHEEEHH--- G-GUNNA SNEE—EH--EEHH-- EEEAAAAAAAAH--- TTTSCCHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!” She seemed to shake with the effort, the woman bending over double as her trunk rose high into the air, then swung down, blasting a huge cone of destruction as it went.  The common room's windows were shattered, the elephant's very core seeming to rush out of her trunk as the intense sensation ran through her, making her sneeze and sneeze, push out what must be thousands of pounds of pressure in the form of a hot, sneezy gust of wind that blew most of the furniture out of the window, scattering it across the campus for miles.  Luckily, all of the rest of the strange substance went with it.  It was over.

“Aaaagh... I'm gonna get in t-truh-... oh no, my trunk... it still itches...!” The big woman stuffed her trunk down her tank top, squeezing her hands around the thickest part, rubbing it while she let the tip scrub against her own collarbone, trying not to sneeze any more.

Alice was the first to realize exactly what this stuff was- Her nose, gunked up as it was, still itched.  Her chest was starting to itch, and her hands- the thin membranes of her wings... anywhere her fur was thin and her skin was sensitive, it seemed.

“Ih-Ihd's itchig bowder! W-who would DO disthsxx...” She really, really needed to clean up... her body was starting to itch so intensely she couldn't stand it, but she couldn't scratch with all this mucous on her hands... “S-SHOWERS!” suddenly she darted out of the room, Sarah crashing after her, Derrick coming as well, the horse using one hand to scrub his broad equine snout, both nostrils running and quivering, and the other scratching at his groin, not even caring that he was in public.  It was just too much.  His running was severely impacted as his hands had to rotate around, savagely digging into and scratching at his scalp, his neck, his arms and his ass, the powder getting into everything.

Unfortunately for them, these dorms had individual sized bathrooms, and all but one was in use.  In  fact, someone wrapped in a towel was heading for that one, but seeing the crazed look in the trio's eyes as they stampeded down the hallway, the llama screamed and ducked back into her room.  Once they'd all crammed in and locked the door, there was only a moment's hesitation, some mild blushes exchanged as they stared at the rather small shower... then another twinge of that awful burning itch drove Derrick to break the tension, screaming and stripping wildly, shorts hitting Alice in the face – she used the opportunity to wipe herself off, mentally apologizing to the big horse.

Sarah followed suit while Alice was cleaning herself up, soon a mountain of clothes from the two plus-size individuals lay on the floor and the water was on full blast.

“Hey, get off! I'm going first, you sneezed that stuff all over me! It's in my maaaane!” Derrick whined as the voluptuous elephant squeezed into the shower with him, both of them using more than their share of the available space as the elephant managed to turn the hot water on with her trunk, Derrick distracted by digging his fingers deep into the soft brown cheeks of his ass, blushing as his wet mane thankfully covered up most of his face as he realized that his package was swinging in the wind, lightly slapping against Sarah's thigh as the busty woman's tits were shoved into the horse's face.

Alice froze for a moment, but soon realized there really was no choice as she tore off her bra, right breast jiggling madly as her fingers worked to scratch at her underboob, the powder's effect seeming to intensify over time.  The smallest of the three, she squeezed herself in, somehow, slamming the glass shower door shut.  Her plump rear was pressing against it, Sarah's hips occupying an entire corner and Alice's chest comfortably resting against Derrick's groin.  Arguments quickly broke out, arguments that would make most people blink in disbelief if they could be overheard- they all had water flowing over them, but that only seemed to wash the powder away, not reverse its effects.

“Let me get my trunk under the f-faucet-- I'm gonna s-sn-sneeze again if I c-ah-ahh... if I can't... w-wash it out!”

“Alice! Your tits are too big- I can't reach my balls! Oh god they itch so fucking baaaaad!”

“My butt! I can't reach my butt- Sarah, move over! Derrick, move your arm!”

The squabbling continued for a little while, each one of the trio trying to service their own needs above all, until another sneeze from Sarah brought it together that they should really cooperate in some way...

“GH-hhehh... H-HE-HEHHH...” The elephant gasped, her lungs expanding and smacking Derrick's head back against the tiles as his chest was struck by her much more sizable one, forcing him up against the wall.  As he was pushed away, poor Alice was more... engulfed by Sarah's cleavage, her height putting her head at probably the worst position.  A muffled cry emanated from between the rolling gray hills, all three much too squished together to be able to reposition.

“Don't suffocate Alice and don't sneeze! Not in here- you might take out the whole thing!” Derrick felt around where his hands could still reach until he found her trunk, and began to gently pinch it shut, as well as massage and rub at her soft, itchy nostrils, spreading them with his thumbs.  He couldn't reach much, or see what he was doing, but he did have access to a certain amount of mid-region between the three of them.

“H-HAeh—Aeehh---hh-haa--- r-right the—there--- y-yeah--- I... Hh... whoooohhh...” The elephant deflated, Alice reappearing, flushed red to the tips of her ears. 

“Ok, we need to coordinate here.” She stated, eyes flicking down to her bust every few seconds, feeling something wet and hot squirming against her.  “Or we're all going to go insane, and Sarah's going to sneeze us to kingdom come.”  The bat was going out of her mind just like the others, unable to scratch these unbearable itchy spots.  “Can somebody... reach my butt?” Her arms were pinned in front of and below her chest, her ass pressed up firmly to the glass of the shower door.  She felt Derrick move a bit, and then felt the true bliss that only scratching a deep, maddening itch can provide as his fingers sunk into the plush softness of her rear, lightly dragging his nails over the sensitive skin and short fur. “H-hhaaahh...” She made a happy little noise of relief, leaning forward a bit and resting her face between the elephantine tits of her sometimes troublesome friend Sarah.

“S-still need to s-sneeze, but... it's g-going away... ke-keep rubbing, Derrick... yeah... ahhh...” Sarah also had a somewhat more relaxed expression as the horse continued to scrub her itchy nostrils until they began to make a wet, squishy noise.

“That's all well and good, but what about me? Please, someone has to scratch my-” He didn't have to finish saying it, the short, plump bat had already slid her palm up to cup the tall horse's itchy nuts, feeling the little stripe of thicker fur that ran up them as her fingers very gingerly began to run along them, listening to his little moans and advice of “Higher... i-in back, just feel for the smooth sp-- y-yeah, ah...”

Alice felt her nose wiggling again, gasping lightly for air as her mouth hung open, little fangs glistening in the light - “Ah... h-hah... ih—ih--” but unfortunately for her, nobody was able to assist her.  Snapping her head forward, she sneezed a thick, gooey mess into Sarah's cleavage, her flat snout resting against the giant woman's solar plexus as she released, “HeeTSCHHGgghhh... E-EITSCHHxxx!” sounding as thick as ever.

“Ah! Alice! Gross!” The elephant objected, trying to shift her torso so that more water would trail between her breasts and wash away the messiness.

“I'b so soddy, I … I g-gah... gan'd sdop... s-deezingh--- GEHTSCHHhuuu!” Another wet mist sprayed the elephant, Alice's dark-furred breasts quivering and shaking against Derrick with every sneeze, leading to another new problem.  A rather large problem.

The water had been doing a good job... things were winding down.  Sarah looked down with a chortle, lightly slapping her trunk against the draft horse's face.  “I guess not all of you is scrawny, huh?” She felt a constant, low-grade tingling in her trunk, but didn't feel like she had to imminently, desperately sneeze anymore...

“S-shut up! It's a totally normal reaction- look at what's happening! I can't help it...” The tall horse was pouting as his cock continued to rise up and up, thickening and twitching its way up through Alice's cleavage, the tight quarters making him feel squeezed by her chest.  For her part, the bat didn't especially mind – except that he'd now risen up to the point where the tip was poking her nose, right between her sore, itchy, flared nostrils.

“Heehh... Aeeehhh...”

Derrick's eyes went wide.  “Hey, no.  No, come on, I'm sorry, please-”

It wasn't like Alice was doing it deliberately, or had a choice... “Hih---IITSCHHHH! EEIITSCHHHH! HEEHHZCHHHHXX!” She sneezed repeatedly, jiggling around the horse even as he looked on in horror, moaning, “Nnoooooo...” with tears in his eyes and a defeated look on his face, Alice's nose bursting with thick strands of slime that webbed up his cock, her chest, his groin... it was a good thing they were in a shower.  Meanwhile, Sarah loomed above them, laughing until a twinge of irritation from her volumnious breasts made her pause.

“Erf...” She was able to move her right arm, because Alice was on her right- and she was short enough that the elephant could cup and scratch her needy flesh, the itch travelling across the underside and up to her nipple, all of which she scratched, squeezed, and rubbed.  Her left, however, was stuck.  She had to conscript Derrick.

“Derrick, ignore that and help me out! Boob duty! You! Now!”

The defeated horse lifted his right hand, squeezed between them, and rubbed her breast as best he could.  This continued on for some time, until they had run out of hot water and were forced to get out.

Back in Sarah's room – it was the largest – the three were hanging around, not daring to put their clothes back on for fear that some powder still lingered.  It was all going straight into  the laundry.  Alice was apologizing to Derrick furiously, who was biting his lip and squirming for some reason. Sarah was blowing her nose continuously, and getting out some lotion she thought might help.

“I'm going to find whoever put that shit in the common room and I'm going to sit on him,” The elephant promised, a dark look across her face.

“M-murder isn't the answer!” Chimed in Alice.  “It was a mean-spirited prank, but you got rid of all the evidence, so...” she shrugged helplessly, shivering and cupping her arms in her hands, trying to wrap her wings around her body.  It was chilly when one was nude.

“I really didn't want to have to bring this up, but it's... not going away.  Have you guys noticed? It's like it... targetted the easiest areas first, but now it's... it feels like I'm going to itch forever.  And I think some of it got on my...” Derrick had been sulking in the corner of Sarah's bed, squirming since they got back.  At these words, the large elephant began laughing again.

“Oh my god, 'my cock itches'? Is that what you're going to say? That's a totally lame line, Derrick!”

“It's not a line! Shut your face hole... what about you?! Making me scratch your huge stupid tits and keep your trunk from blowing a hole in the bathroom!” the two began throwing small objects at each other, Sarah grinning and laughing as she flung socks, pillows, and wadded-up tissues which Derrick reacted to with horror, snatching her large bra and using it as a sling to catch and return the projectiles- until the pillow, of course.   That just creamed him and he flopped over.

The bat, Alice, just watched with a small smile, glad that everyone was feeling a lot better after their strange ordeal.  “I do kind of know what Derrick is getting at, though.  It got into... everywhere.  All the nooks and crannies, you know? It's so... embarrassing...” she shifted as the sound of her nails scratching against her damp fur was evident, clawing at her neck, her rear, her back... this stuff was seriously annoying, leaving them itchy even after they'd washed so thoroughly.

“Well, I guess I can help you guys out... if you ask really nicely.  Also, keep your contaminated clothes in the corner.  I guess you can wear my shirts... Alice, my shirt will probably cover your whole body, and Derrick... well... you're just kind of scrawny, dude.  At least it'll hang down to your crotch, maybe? You should cover that thing, with us innocent maidens around.”

Squeezing his legs shut and covering his lap with the pillow he'd been clocked with, Derrick muttered under his breath about everyone being jerks.

Alice's ears perked up, a shirt sounded nice.  She was cold... “But what do you mean help us out?”

“I think you know... I mean, I haven't got enough limbs to get all my itchy places, and I've got an extra.” She waggled her trunk.  Surely she couldn't be suggesting...

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And then I guess I have an idea for them to keep doing weird stuff.  But I wanted to put that in a separate story for people who don't like that kind of thing.  So... might be continued if anyone but me likes this nonsense.

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Commission Cave / Story suggestions welcome
« on: May 22, 2018, 09:42:58 PM »
Not sure if this is exactly the place? (FS help me out here if it doesn’t belong) but I’m seeking inspiration. I’ve been getting involved in the community again after a while because I love you guys, and I’m wanting to write more.

Obviously I’m not promising to do it, but if you’d like to leave an idea here feel free. I’ve also been getting into what I like to think of as cooperative storytelling, so if any artists would be interested in working to make a story that has images or wants me to write a story to go along with something they drew, feel free to drop a line.

I’ve had some issues with commissions in the past, so I’m not really looking to exchange my writing skills for money, but I guess that isn’t entirely off the table. Let’s try this first and see what happens. Just to reiterate, I’m not saying if you leave an idea here I will definitely do it.  Maybe I should call it the inspiration board?

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Writer's Den / [F + Anthro + Allergies + Wolf] Terri Mowing
« on: May 22, 2018, 04:52:01 AM »
Erudi recently inspired me to write something clean and wholesome for a change.  Also involving canines.  So I did a thing... that might become a series? We'll have to see if it's any good.  I can see like... 'Terri Gardening' and 'Terri Dusting', things like that.  Basically I wanted to create a character who tends to mess everything up due to large sneezes.

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Terri was almost finished mowing the lawn when a deep tingling sensation blossomed from what felt like the inside of her face.

“Mrr...” she whined, staring at the large, gray and white muzzle that protruded before her eyes, her big, wet nose twitching a bit before she refocused on avoiding lawn obstacles such as stones, trees, and flower beds.  Her pointed ears flapped down for a moment and then back up as she narrowly avoided crashing one of the riding mower's wheels into a rock formation that outlined the boundary between lawn and garden. “Eep!”

Back on track again, the wolf sighed and blinked, trying to clear the tears that were welling up in her eyes.  “Haeh...” No, there was no fighting it at this point... she was almost done, too! It wasn't fair.  Cut grass smelled so good, why did it have to make her sneeze?

“Aaaah...!” her chest thrust out, overalls covering a plain white cotton tee, little fragments of grass and other vegetation resting here and there.  Raising an arm in front of her face, Terri tried to press her snout against the crook of her elbow, feeling her cold and wet nose press into the fur there just in time for her body to convulse, paws lifting up and then slamming down onto the deck of the mower, one hand clenching the wheel as her eyes squeezed shut and -

“CHHEEEESHHHHeeehh!” she sneezed hard, spray flying from her lips around the shielding arm and nose leaving a long wet trail on her fur as her nostrils flared and twitched open, sniffing a bit as she felt some runniness following her sneeze.

“Bleeeh, it's all over my arm...” She tried not to think about it as she continued mowing, but before long the sweet scent of grass and the stuffy tingling feeling built up again.

“H-HHEHh-eh...!” Her chest heaved, and she adopted a dazed expression, that burning feeling of needing to sneeze but somehow not quite being able to grasp it filling her snout.

“HAEH... AEEHH...” She puffed and gasped, nose wrinkling as her nares twitched again, nearly there.  “S-So... C-cluh-hoo-hose...” She whined again, the wolf rubbing her nostrils and becoming more and more filled with the need to sneeze.  “G-gah-hahtta sne-eeze...” shutting her eyes with a tormented, miserable expression she tried to breathe deeply, but was unable to regulate it and ended up gasping, wheezing and letting out each breath, until finally, blissfully, she managed to bring that tickle to a peak.

“HHHHHHHAAAAAHH...” Like a fire finally gathering enough air to ignite, she burst with a spray of wind and wetness, “-SSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHUUUU!”  sniffling, she sighed, rubbing her nose with an audible squelch as she felt a strong sense of relief, her body having bent forward and misting her mower as she pushed out all the built up air in her lungs. “Oh gosh, that was a big- WHOOP!”

With a clonk and a groan, the klutz ran her mower right into a tree, breaking the deck and causing her to shut her eyes again as she shut off the busted machine.  “Aw, man...”

Snuffling as she wiped her broad nose with the back of her hand, the wolf headed for the garage to see if she still had any spare parts from the last time she'd sneezed... and run into a rock.

Her tail hanging low as she strode away, another gasping “H-HA-HAAATCHHHHHHIIEW!” could be heard, a cloud of mist gently sinking towards the ground as the wolf sneezed yet again.

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So yeah here's some more trashy elephant sneezing stuff.  I was going to make it longer, and have all this sexy stuff in it, but... I don't know.  Somehow, it didn't seem BETTER for what I was adding.

I cut the part with the sex for now, but I might add it on later as a part 2 if I find a good way to make it work... So at the moment it's kind of a giant teasy cliffhanger!

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Elephant x Human College thing – Craig and Donovan

Donovan's cracked, baleful eye pierced the luminous red numbers hanging at 7:59 to the side of his bed.  Any moment now, that accursed wail would try to wrest him from his warm cocoon, where he had, as usual, somehow woken up just before his alarm, tightly wadded in blankets, a body pillow stuffed between his legs and propping up his chin.  Slowly, cautiously, he uncoiled his long, lanky body, muscles creaking with stiffness and stretching gloriously after having been curled up all night – a position he always seemed to end up in, tightly curled and tangled in his bedclothes.

Quick as a striking snake, he slapped the button on top of the alarm clock just as it started to cry out, BEE- and was silenced.

Then, his morning ritual completed, he relaxed a bit, and let his eyes blink open more, the ambient sounds of the small dorm room coming together.  Across the room snored his lumbering roommate, Craig.  The snoring... well, hopefully it was nothing, but oftentimes when Craig was snoring it meant something was up with his trunk...

Craig was an elephant, and his massive form was draped across his bed more than he was laying in it.  His trunk was dangling off the side a bit, and Donovan watched it closely as the big guy breathed.  Continuing his appraisal, he noticed that Craig was also... well... seriously erect.  Damn.

It happens – you live with a guy for a few years, you're gonna see some stuff after all.  Donovan was no stranger to morning wood, it was something all guys had to deal with... he knew he shouldn't stare, but the way that the elephant's blankets just tented up like that was simply incredible.  Maybe one of these days he'd finally get the courage to ask if... heh, no way that would happen.

Ignoring his silenced alarm, Donovan felt himself staring despite himself.  That was a morning redwood.  It was a pillar, hidden tantalizingly behind thin sheets.  Craig's cock had to be at least a tight fist's circumference, and it was standing so proud right now it must top a foot... something no woman could ever appreciate, no doubt.  Well... maybe an elephant's pussy was just a lot bigger? He'd never really given it much thought. 

The elephant gave a particularly loud snore, and Donovan knew he should get up... Craig'd be up before too long... heh, not that he wasn't already up.  The tall human chuckled softly to himself, smothering his laughter in his pillows.

Come to think of it... not like he was always paying attention to it or anything, but... Craig had seemed to have quite a lot of 'early rises' lately... poor guy was in the middle of exams, he probably hadn't been able to uh... well, come to think of it, Donovan had always been in the room lately, so... hm.  Yeah.

Speaking of leaving the room and biology, he quietly slithered out of bed, into his robe and shower slippers, and went to get certain morning rituals taken care of.

When he got back, his roommate was still sleeping soundly, which wasn't out of the ordinary.  Some people don't like waking up before noon, after all, and Craig was one of them.  Well, maybe he wasn't quite that bad.

In fact, the beast seemed to be stirring! Hide the children! Donovan snorted at this absurd thought, watching his roommate awaken as he sank back onto his bed, damp hair getting flicked back as he drew his robe tighter.

“Mmnffhh... snf... hh... nnnnnnh.”  With creaks and groans from his bed, the elephant made himself partially vertical, his earlier raging erection having gone down to a simple bulge, which was pretty much unavoidable for a guy as big as Craig.  Rubbing the tip of his trunk with the palm of his hand, he blinked in the morning light and yawned, reaching with his other hand for a pair of those tight silky boxers he tended to enjoy.

Maybe it was just his currently overactive imagination, but he could have sworn he saw a little shiver run through the big male's frame as he tugged the fabric up – perhaps an enticing little swipe across sensitive regions...

“Morn'n dude.  M... yeah, m'gonna sneeze...” Craig's rough morning voice rumbled out to Donovan, warning of the impending disaster.  “Trunk's all... itchy.” He blinked again, slowly, and squirmed over to the window that his bed was pressed up against.  Small room, and Craig really needed the windows more.  There was one right by his head – he slid it open and lay on his side, sticking his trunk out. 

A tall llama lass stood on the front lawn of the dorm, having set up her laundry there to dry.  She waved up, calling out, “Morning, Craig!” He gave her a shaky wave back with his trunk.  She was a strange, bubbly woman who was always ready for the mornings.  Taking a few steps back, she waited for the inevitable – her own quick-dry laundry service.

Craig had a mild fur allergy, which is why he and Donovan had been placed together for rooming.  The elephant's enormous sneezes would have caused a bit of a problem if he had a roommate he was allergic to, and the administration had been kind.

His trunk wiggled and twitched, nostrils flaring as the mild tingle that had bothered him into awakening spread slowly up the length of his sinuous snout, taking its sweet time and making Craig's eyes water.

After a bit of awkward silence, Donovan spoke up, rising to walk over.  “Feeling sneezy, huh? That uh... that's rough, first thing in the morning.”

Turning his head a bit, Craig just blinked as his roommate sidled over to his desk and sat down, a little nearer than he had been.  “Um... yeah... it's a slow one, pretty annoying.” What a weird thing to say, though.  Craig sneezed all the time, and yeah, he had to be careful about it, but it wasn't like it was a new thing... he froze for a second.  Did Don know about his little... issue? No, he couldn't... he was lying on his side with his back to him, there's no way he knew... that the tingling itch that crawled through his sensitive trunk often made him react... downstairs.

It was a very sensitive organ! And when he rubbed it... it just felt so fantastic.  He was preventing himself from doing so now, wanting to get this sneeze out... sneezing felt even better.  It didn't happen every time, but now, when he was all warm from sleeping, still in bed... oh god he was getting the biggest, hardest erection just thinking about it.

From Donovan's new point of view, he saw Craig shift a little bit, and... did he seem to be blushing? But then he had to cross his legs, because the elephant finally started to gasp in earnest, his boding tensing up as he clutched his bedclothes and pillows – he had a body pillow to prevent his huge body from banging into the wall next to his bed constantly, and he had a death grip on it right now - “AH.... H-hhAHH... Oh... g-gonna sn-snee-hee... I got... Gota-ah-ah... gottasneeeheeee---”
He began to mutter, almost seeming to plead with his trunk to let him sneeze as his forehead wrinkled in the cutest (What was that?) way, trunk scrunching up and shivering as it started rising from where it had rested against the outside of the building.

Outside, Kelly looked pleased.  Craig was so reliable – she could see his nostrils quivering from here, he was definitely going to sneeze.  And then her laundry would be dry! In under five minutes.  What a great lifehack.

Back up in the room, Don was making quite an interested face, one might say he was rapt as he stared at his roomie.  Strangely, he was still gasping for breath, then letting it out, then gasping deeply again...

“EHH... HH-hHAH... hh.. HHUUH... Nnhgh... HH-HAAAH.... fuck!” He growled, his trunk flopping around against the side of the window as he struggled to sneeze, feeling like his trunk was a burning fuse that stubbornly avoided burning all the way down.  There was that special spot deep in the base of his trunk, that prickly feeling he felt just before he sneezed... and it wasn't there! It was just itchy as hell!

“Um... you all right?” Craig heard his friend's voice right behind him, but he was trapped in a loop of nearly-sneezing and could only try to stammer out a reply.

“C-cah-can't sn-HEHE... sneeze! It's... ah... AH... AH...! FUCK! It's st-stuh-huuuh... hUuUUUh... ngk... I need to sneeze dammit! Agh!” he tried rubbing the tip of his trunk, but that only made the tickle back down even more, creating a maddening buzz in his nostrils.  Just when he accepted that he was going to be trapped in this hell forever, he felt something touch his trunk right near the base.  Through watery eyes he saw Donovan's finger lightly stroke toward his forehead, creating an enormous tickle and making his trunk quiver and bend into a tight S-bend, just before he received a few sharp taps from that soft, warm finger.

“GHUUUUUH...” He felt himself lose control of his body entirely as he filled his lungs to bursting, then immediately thrust out his trunk and bent forward, sneezing as hard as he could, blasting the front lawn with waves of high pressure air and wind, which exactly one person enjoyed thoroughly as she watched her laundry billow and held herself against the powerful wind.

“TTTTCHHHHHHHHH-HOOOOOOOOO!” blessed relief... finally... his head swimming, Craig rolled onto his back, panting, his eyes shut as he gasped for breath, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing some more at his trunk, so glad to be rid of that awful itch that he failed entirely to remember that he was currently pitching the biggest tent in the building, his silky boxers stretched tight over his bound cock, straining upward, yearning to be free so it could tower over its domain.  The curve of his balls was visible as well, the undergarments being stretched so tight they pretty much didn't hide anything, the tip of his dick peeking out of his waistband, a little shiny pink head dripping a fat bead of pre.

After a few moments of peace and bliss, Craig remembered this situation when his cock throbbed and twitched, reminding him of its presence.  “Ohfuck” his eyes jolted open and he snatched at his blankets, swiftly rolling over to hide it.

“Hah, uh, sorry about that man, I didn't mean... Uh... you know, how it is... mornings... you get it...” and the elephant started spouting excuses until he saw that Donovan was blushing, sporting a considerable boner of his own beneath his robe that even the heavy fabric couldn't hide, and speaking.

“I mean... I can help with that too, if you want... I think I did a pretty good job with your upper trunk.  Offer's open, is what... I'm... saying...”

There was a pretty awkward moment of silence as they stared at each other, growing more and more red, saying nothing... until Craig slowly rolled over and sat up, propping himself back on his pillows and letting the blanket fall aside.  “Door's locked, right?”

His bare chest was slowly rising and falling, a heaving motion that was audible as air flowed through his trunk.  His body was pretty much chiseled from stone, perks of being an elephant you were almost pure muscle no matter what.  His dick was still mostly hidden within those boxers, but that only made the sight all the more alluring, knowing what was under there, waiting to be released.

Don quickly glided over to the bed and joined his roommate, shutting the window and drawing the blinds, but not before a blushing llama headed back to her dorm with her dried laundry to start writing some fan-fiction.

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Forum-based Roleplay / [OOC] Discussion Thread for Active Forum RP
« on: November 02, 2015, 10:27:21 PM »
Ok, so, I made the thread.  X3

I got the feeling like Sneezy, you were giving a hint that we should go look for those specific books that ghost mentioned? I was wondering how we were going to get out of this mess, and that seems like the solution. 

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Video Games & Anime / Streaming?
« on: October 02, 2015, 11:17:25 PM »
Does anyone here enjoy watching other people play video games such as: Dark Souls, Bloodborne, Dark Souls 2, Dark Souls, Dark Souls, Dark Souls, or even Dark Souls? Or Destiny?

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Here is the LONG AWAITED part 2 of Susie and Xavier's Grand Festival Adventure.  It contains ADULT SITUATIONS.  Please don't read it if that offends you, or if you are under the age of consent in your country, etc.  Ok, this part... REALLY got away from us.  It just kept going.  Uh.  Also it's ... yeah, well. It's messy.  It's very, very messy, in multiple meanings of that word.  Enjoy!  I hope!

Also I think I'm pretty much out of synonyms for breasts and penis now.  Pretty sure.  Maybe I'll invent some new ones.

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He couldn't look down for very long, as his head would make him turn a bit, but he managed to glance down at her and smile.  "Don't worry- thanks for the warning, I think I can handle it.  There's nothing to destroy up here- you sneeze to your heart's content!" He started laughing, joyous at the feeling of flight as always.  He flapped, making them rise a bit, just to be sure the earth would be out of range of her trunk-cannon as they flew over civilization toward its edge, the mountains he called home.  Then, his eyes bugged out and he did a double take, realizing he could see straight down her blouse from this angle. "H-holy...!"

Susie’s breasts heaved and shook as she hitched towards a sneeze. Just her luck. When she was back at the festival her trunk was raring to explode but now that she was free to sneeze, it was itching and tickling but not quite tipping over into a sneeze. She began to suck in air “hhhhhhhHHHHAAAAAAAAA… hHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH… HUH! Oh m-man… the sn-sneeze is stuck… it d-doesn’t want to come ou… OUUUAAAHHHHHH… HHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… c-come out… oooh but it’s really tickling my trunk…” Her trunk was curving, flexing, and relaxing with each itchy inhale. This sneeze was going to be a monster when it finally came out but for now it was just teasing her “IIiiihHHHHHHHH… HHHHEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH… C-C-Come out… ahhhhh… alreeeeehhhhhhhhhhh… hhhhHHHHHEEHHHHHHHHhh… already!"

Xavier noticed that they were drifting a bit too low to the ground, because he had his eyes glued to those bouncing tits, until finally her trunk rose up enough to be... pretty much right in his face, actually.  He got a good look at that, too- it was so graceful looking, so powerful... "I uh... I can help if you want... but you're about to sneeze right in my face, p-please aim down!"

“Oh… y-yes, please j-just… just tickle the tip of my tr-trunk a liihhhhhhhh… IIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… HHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… Oh, oh it’s t-t-t-t-tickles s-so b-bad… I just gotta get the sn-sneeze out… w-whatever you have to dooooooooUUUUHHHHHHHHH… UUUUHHHHLHHHHHHHHHHHH…” the sneeze in Susie’s nose was just tickling more and more and not giving her any relief… and she felt the congestion building in her trunk again… and her trunk just flexed, her vision completely blurry with sneezy tears… she hoped Xavier would be able to finally get that sneeze out!

She had her eyes nearly closed... this was a good chance, hehehe... just a little peck... The dragon leaned down to the trunk that was in his face, just within reach, and gave a tiny little kiss to the septum, feeling the heat of her inflamed nose on his scales.  He thought he could probably help with that, too- two birds, one stone.  He very carefully blew a tiny jet of very cold air across her trunktip, hopefully irritating it enough to set off the bomb brewing in its depths.

Susie felt two things in her trunk, at first a gentle pressure… too gentle to do anything to tip the tickle over. She was just going to say something to Xavier when she felt that cold air blow across the tip of her trunk… and sure enough the itch in her nose got about a hundred times bigger… “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH…. HHHHHHHHEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHHH… HHHAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…” And with that, she exploded with a true Susie-style cold sneeze: wet, messy, and incredibly powerful. Her chest gave a final heave before she erupted: “HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” It was a wet and messy sneeze, ever for her, with a spluttery, powerful finish that left her panting. Her trunk finally calmed down just for her to realize… oh god… her trunk had been pointing right in Xavier’s face. “O-oh my god Xavier! I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to spray you again… I… oh my god please forgive me I know my sneezes are so gross it’s just…. hey are we… are we going the right way…?”

Between the hot, thick mucus on his face and the force of the blast,  little spirals were swirling in Xavier's eyes as he started to head downwards, unable to control his flight.  They were almost there, but he seemed to be veering towards... a huge field of flowers.  Why did it have to be a huge field of flowers? The two crash landed, Xavier trying to recover before they hit and softening the blow- as well as the nice cushion of plants they landed on.  The two managed to avoid injuries, but when Xavier came up (in a huge puff of pollen) there were two bouquets of wildflowers sticking out of his nose...
"AA-AAA-AAAAAAAATCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He violently sneezed one of his windy sneezes, blowing a bunch of the flowers away, scattering more pollen.  He barely even had time to try and hold back- allergens physically in the nose tend to do that.


Susie sucked in a shocked gasp of air… ohhhhhh dear… sure she wasn’t terribly allergic to flowers but… this many? And with a cold… oh this was going to get bad… “HHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Susie exploded with another sneeze that blew flowers right out of the ground and drenched the surrounding earth… and she’d barely unleashed that one before she was gearing up for another, trunk scrunching up, her whole body tensing, her lungs filling with air, and then she… “RRRRRRRAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSCCCCCCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YAAASSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOO! YAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAASSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! TTTTCCCCHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!: Oh god her trunk was so irritated… she was just rearing back and blasting out sneeze after sneeze, hoping to clear the violent itch from her nose… she hadn’t had a fit like this since the science building…

Xavier, being thrown around by Susie's sneezes, was trying desperately not to sneeze on her as he too fired off blast after blast, spitting fire, ice, acid, and huge gusts of wind  everywhere.  "H-H-HEERRRREEESHHHHH! h-hH-H--HHEEEETTCHHHHIIIUUUUUU! AH---AH------AHHHHHHSHZHHOOOOOOOOOOO! S-Susie we ha-h-ave to r-ruh... RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOO!" Before long, the two had sneezed away any trace of pollen, flowers, or other plants, and still they kept sneezing.  Xavier fell to his knees, tears streaming from his eyes as he sneezed into the ground before him again and again, splashing acid and fire over him and damaging his clothing.  His house wasn't far- first thing he was doing was hopping in the shower to get all this pollen off...!

Susie stood in a clearing of hundreds of feet, her and Xavier having razed all the nearby vegetation with a combination of elemental dragon sneezes and the elephantine power that erupted from Susie’s trunk. And yet it still tickled so bad… “HHHHHHAAAAAAARRRRRRRRSSSSSHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” She exploded again, noticing through bleary eyes that she’d hit Xavier… again. They were busy dodging each other’s sneezes as they could… luckily Susie’d avoided the worst of them, seeing as she was neither frozen solid nor flambeed. But she’d hit Xavier several times, and she thought she’d gotten caught from the side by a few of his sneezes… not a direct hit, but… “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-CCCHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO! S-S-Saaahhhhh… AAAAAhhhhhhHHHHHH… Sorry! Hhhaahhhhhh… HAHHAHHHHHHHHHHH… HHHHHHEEEEEEIIIIIIIIISSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Sorry again!” Susie apologized between sneezes, as she saw Xavier flying about in the fierce wind she kicked up with her sneeze. Oh god she needed her trunk to calm down but even with all the flowers blown away, the tickle still remained… “X-Xavier… aahhhhhHHhhahhhhhh… w-w-we n-need to get out of heehhhhhhhh… eeeeeeHHHHHHHHHHHHH… out of here! C-can y-you h-hold m-mmy… truuuuhhhhhhh… truuuhhhhhhhhhhh… UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUTTTTTTCCCCCCCHHHO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” She really blasted out that one, hoping it would clear her itchy, scrunchy, sneezy trunk. Of course, she still couldn’t really tell where she was aiming once she was caught in a buildup, and she opened her eyes to find… “Saahhhhh… sahhhhhhhh… s-sorry again…”

Having burned out all the allergens in his nose and the area being clear of them now mostly thanks to Susie, Xavier was able to slowly make his way to her, bracing against her massive sneezes, and digging his claws into the ground until he had the magnificent thing in his hands, squeezing it tightly.  "G-gotcha! -SNIFF- Oh... O-oh, your blouse, I'm so sorry..." He felt bad, but he was also transfixed by the sight of her bra-clad breast hanging out on the left side, her blouse having been lightly misted with acid from one of his sneezes in the melee.  He kept his grip firm, and politely averted his eyes.  "L-let's get to my house- we can get in a nice h-hot bath, and just... get all this shit off of us.  ...Um... T-together...?" He blushed again, looking up at her hopefully.  "If... If you want... Its a big b-bath..."

Well! For all their sneezes, at least something in this night was going right… “Y-y-yeeahh… that… oh that sounds great… just… just keep squeezing my tr-trunk okay? I still feel the sneeze in there t-tickling… and as soon as you take y-your hand awaahhhhhh… ahhhhhhh… away… I know it’s gonna come out. But uhhhh… as for that b-bath… well…” she nodded at her blouse, “You’ve seen an awful l-lot of m-mehhhhhh… of me, so… when we take that b-bath together… I’m gonna get to s-see a lot of y-you too, right…?”

He turned a deep reddish-purple and smiled, nodding eagerly.  Squeezing her extra-tight, he led her literally by the nose up the slope of the hill, to some very well-hidden steps carved into the mountainside.  "My house is way up there... it's kinda... Asian-y.  My family came from eastern dragons..." He led her cautiously, knowing she didn't have wings if she fell, until they had reached the top.  It was indeed a 'kinda Asian-y' house, if someone with no knowledge of his own family's culture were to describe it, with a little stone garden and everything, tucked away in the mountains.  "Okay um... you should sneeze out here, toward the slope of the mountain, not toward my house."

“Wh-what… y-y-you worried I’ll… aaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHH… AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH… I’ll bl-blow your h-house down…? AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…” And with that she did indeed turn away from the house to unleash another colossal “AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAEEEEEEESSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAASSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!” Oh god she was still so sneezy. This happened some times with her cold sneezes, a trembling itch that never seemed to go away. Once it was activated she just had to sneeze it out. “Wh-why d-don’t you… why don’t you… g-go start that baaahhhhhh… baaaaaahhhhhhhhh… BAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!” She called over her shoulder to Xavier, still sneezing. “that bath! I g-gotta j-just… sn-sneeze it out… uhhhhh… UUHHHHHhhhhhh… until m-my trunk stops tihhh… t-t-tiihhhhhhhh… tickling… WWWWWWWWWWWAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!” She screamed out another enormous elephantine sneeze, an immense rush of wind leaving her trunk. In the moment of nasal clarity she had, she glanced back at his house, which was quite lovely, and she couldn’t help but think that yes, it was definitely a good thing that she was sneezing away from the house. Although she worried about what would happen if she had to sneeze inside. At home her bedroom was reinforced, fully prepared for sneezes of her magnitude. But she knew that once her cold sneezes started, they didn’t let up for long… she certainly hoped that home of Xavier’s was prepared for the power in her trunk… or at least that she could hold off her sneezes long enough to get that bath… and with that thought, she spun around just in time to belt out another “AAAAAAAATTTTTCCCCCHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO” that bent her at the waist, causing her to stick out her lovely full rear, making it even more noticeable that usual… “Uh… unless y-you’d ra-rather w-watch me sn-sneeze… ha-ha” she said, laughingly… or as laughingly as one could manage when one’s trunk was caught in a sneezing fit that had enough force to take out a house or two, although, luckily, not a mountain!

"Um, well, it's... It's an outdoor bath... we can just h-head around back... and I w-wouldn't mind... just watching..." He fiddled with his claws for a bit, and then swallowed and headed towards her, feeling himself finally able to give in to arousal for the first time in the evening- they were all alone up here by themselves, no one around.  He came up behind her during her sneezing fit, wrapping his arms around her belly, giving her a hug and rubbing her back comfortingly.  He let his hands slide down to her hips, and then brazenly, to her jean-clad rear, giving it a big squeeze.  "We could e-even get in our 'bathing suits' right here..."
His hand moved over the large expanse of her butt, feeling the supple yet firm flesh beneath that came from her extra bit of weight, letting his claws dig in a bit as he shivered, leaning into her and gasping audibly.


“Ooooohhh, w-well… ihh… if you w-want… I-I feel like I’ve got a l-lot of sneezes to… to go… speaking… speaking of… which…. WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAATTTTTTCCCCCCHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOO! Whew!” She blasted out again, causing her rear to fly backward again, pushing back against Xavier’s claws, enjoying the feeling of his hands all over her body. And that bit about the bathing suits sounded quite appealing… but… “X-Xav… I would l-love to get into my b-bathing suit but… but aaaaaahhhhhHHHHHHHHHCCCCCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO! But I don’t think I can h-hold back my sneezes l-long enough to get my cl-clothes off without blowing them—or you—ahhhhhh… ahhhhh… away! AAAAATTTTTCCHHHHOOOOOOO! Damn cold! It’s really settling in my n-nose now… god it just makes my trunk tickle and tickle, you know? I feel like I’ll never get the itch ou… out…. AAAAAAAHHHHHSSSSSHHHHOOOOOO! sniff! So, uh… you mind helping me hold back while I slip out of these j-jeans?”

His response was a low growl, as his slit pupils dilated and a noticeable bulge started to push out the crotch of his slacks. Tentatively, he came around the the front of her, breathing harshly through his nose as he tried to remain calm, and took her twitching, irritated trunk in his hands again, squeezing it shut and giving her nostrils a little light kiss, as he had in-flight.  "I w-wouldn't mind that at all, by all means..."

The itch in her nose temporarily quelled, Susie got to work stripping out of her jeans, wriggling to get them over the wide expanse of her hips, her ass wobbling a bit as it escaped the confines of her rather tight jeans. And… feeling bold, she slipped out of her panties as well… “Might as well go f-full ah, bating suit, right?” And with that she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off of her arms, revealing her large, bouncing tits, heavy inside her bra. “So… you think you can h-hold off my sn-sn-sneezes with… ahhhhh…. with one hand and t-t-take off my bra w-w-w-wiiihhhhhhhhh… oh geez still tickles… with the other?” She asked with a wink. “And uh, once you do… it’s your turn for the bathing suit,” she said, eyes beginning to rove greedily over his form, almost wishing he’d turn around so she could get another glimpse of that bubble butt. Well, if this evening was headed where she was pretty sure it was, she was going to be getting all the glimpses she could want…

He nodded, excited now... filling up more in the front... "I think I can d-do it... I'll have to get uh... kind of close... let me see..." Keeping one hand firmly around her trunk, he sidled up to her, wrapping around her side as best he could, groaning and whining a bit when his stiffening member pushed up against her bare thigh- how he wanted to take his hand and caress those beautiful thighs... to move up into that secret place between them, and touch the soft lips... but he held himself back and reached up behind her, fiddling with the bra's clip.  He managed to get one finger on each side, and pinched it together until it popped open, her chest springing free- "Nnnhhff, J-jeez Suzie, you are quite good at teasing me... you sexy lady you... going crazy here...!" He touched one shoulder, pulling down the strap of her bra, and then ran back around to the other side, unhitching the other strap.  Finally, it was off, and he gazed in awe at her full, naked breasts... unfortunately, he slacked off, and his grip loosened a bit, her trunk sliding out of his nerveless hand as his eyes went wide.  "B-beautiful... you are so..."

Susie let a soft moan escape her lips as she felt Xavier’s hardness press against her thigh, and smiled at his dexterity as her bra fell off, revealing her full breasts. But just as she was about to tell Xavier to strip for her, she felt her trunk… suddenly get… itchier… “O-oh X-Xavier m-m-my trunk… my… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-TTTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!” Susie erupted with a colossal sneeze all the more powerful for being held back, and of course, she couldn’t help but aim that sneeze… right at Xavier! “Ssuuuhhhh… suuuhhhhhhhh… sorry again!” she squeaked out, even as her eyes began to close in anticipation of yet another round of her endless sneezing fit...

He was blown back by the sneeze, but caught himself in midair with his wings, moving back forwards towards her.  "Hey, Susie! The view's great up here- why don't you squeeze that sneeze and take a peek at this?" And with that, he started to do... a mid-air striptease.  First came the shirt, which he simply RIPPED off, revealing well-toned and sleek muscles, a nicely defined belly and chest, and beautiful back muscles as he turned around, showing off his flapping wings and that tight rear end of his.  He started to slowly slide his pants off, making sure to waggle his rear at her with his tail way out of the way.  His boxers were being slid down with the pants, revealing his big, blue, finely-scaled ass.  He not only shook it back and forth, but he smacked it as well, slowly descending towards the elephant...

Susie was rearing back for another colossal sneeze just as she saw Xavier rip his shirt off… which effectively distracted her from her nose. Half-consciously, she tucked her trunk firmly between her naked torso and one powerful arm, the squeeze keeping the sneezes at bay long enough for her to savor every piece of Xavier’s little strip-tease. For once, her voice was distorted not with sneeze but with arousal… “Well, well… I must say I enjoyed that… but ah, what else can he do?” She smiled, flirting with him as he got close enough to grab out of the air. As soon as he was within reach, she grabbed him with one arm, her trunk still tucked beneath her other arm, and pressed his front to hers, reaching behind to give that toned ass a nice firm squeeze. She rubbed her crotch against his just once, letting him feel the wetness that was beginning to gather between her powerful thighs. And then, she stood back, smirked at him and said, in her best faux-innocent flirt, “So, uh, you ready for that bath…?”

"Y-yes please..." He felt himself come to his fullest hardness, which must have been a surprise for Susie as the large organ twitched against her nethers, his genitals surprisingly large and thick for one his size...  it almost looked angry from the teasing, veins twitching and throbbing, shaft achingly red... he moaned quite loudly, his inhibitions thrown out the window as she rubbed her moist, hot nether lips against his cock, trembling and shutting his eyes as he grabbed her breasts, leaning his head against her.  "S-Suuusiie.... oh my g-god, don't... d-do that... Th-the bath... yes, the bath will -gulp- do you good, it'll get you all sorted out and... nn-nnfhh..." He kicked his feet a bit , realizing she was still holding him just off the ground.  "Um... o-okay you can carry me... it's around b-back..." He pointed at the corner of his house, where steam was rising and some soft watery noises could be heard.

Susie grinned and released her trunk, seemingly shocked out of the sneezes for the moment, so she could carry her little dragon with both arms. Although… her little dragon’s, ahem, little dragon wasn’t so little. She closed her eyes, barely willing herself not to take another peek at his engorged cock. It was, to put it simply, massive, all the more massive for the slender frame from which it jutted, long and thick and… she squeezed her thighs together as she got wetter and wetter… oh man, at first she couldn’t wait for this bath to start, but now she could hardly wait for it to be over. Gingerly, she slid into the bath, gleefully half-tossing Xavier in with her. She beamed at him, and hardly waited for him to adjust to being in the water before she dove in for a kiss.

"Mmph!" Both splashing about in the chest-high water, and being pounced on by an amorous elephant, caused Xavier to slip a bit beneath the surface, huge breasts weighing him down, strong legs and arms pinning him as he was aggressively kissed.  She was inflaming his passions, and he threw his arms around her neck and kissed her right back, nudging her trunk out of the way to access her mouth.  Although kissing her trunk... that would be very nice, too.  Mm.  And now they were together, in the bath- all slippery, and wet... "W-wait, Susie... we should... a-actually get cleaned, too... as much as I want to... y-you know... I think the bath will do your trunk good." Pollen was coming off them in waves, discoloring the bath water immediately around them as it was cleaned from their quite dirty at this point forms.  "I... I could wash your trunk for you? M-make sure none of those sneezes slip out, hehe, hot as they are.  W-wait, did... I say that... out...?"

“H-hot? Reeeeaaallly…” Susie said, taken aback and first, but, upon a half-second’s reflection, rubbing her palms together deviously. “Well, well, I knew you were enjoying touching my trunk, I just didn’t know how much,” Susie said, a rich, low tone to her voice as she raised the powerful appendage from the water, curling it around Xavier. “By all means… you can certainly wash my trunk!” This was an interesting turn of events. So Xavier was aroused by her sneezes. Well, she couldn’t say that she found his… unimpressive. Xavier kept it well hidden, but when he sneezed, all of his raw dragon-power was completely on display. And odd as it was, it was somehow exciting, the possibility of danger whenever he got a tickle up his nose. Susie’s thighs were pressing together practically of their own volition now. Her thoughts kept slipping to Xavier’s very large member, how it would feel buried inside her wet and welcoming hole… but before they got to that, Susie had quite a bit of teasing to do. “And while you wash my trunk, my little dragon, you can tell me exactly what you find ‘hot’ about my little trunk tickles… and ahhhhh… b-by the w-way… you’d b-better clean it quick ‘cause… I am st-starting to feel the t-tickle… again…”

He stopped slowly squeezing his sizable testicles under the water and let out a little spurt of pre as she spoke and wrapped her trunk around his shoulders, moving his little claws onto the lovely organ and submerging it for a moment before rubbing his hands all up and down the soft, squirmy thing- ending with him cupping the pink tip gently in both palms, watching her nostrils twitch and flare.  "M-maybe a little... tongue bath..." He brought it to his lips, kissing and lightly suckling on one large nare, his tongue snaking out to slurp her septum and probe slightly into one nostril, drawing the trunk in for a deep kiss.  When he let his lips leave, He spoke up.  "I guess... for me... it's this amazing thing.  You have this great big strong trunk... and normally it's under your tight control...!" He squeezed around the middle, taking care not to use too much force.  "But just a little bug gets in it, and suddenly... you can't help it.  You're leaking, you're dripping... and every now and again, you violently expel a lot of thick fluid, and maybe it causes you some troubles-- I guess it uhm..." He poked at her trunk and looked shyly down at the water.  "I guess it kind of reminds me of my ejaculation... it's... I dunno.  It's weird... And seeing you so helpless... it's like seeing you at your most vulnerable, and it's beautiful..."

“ooooh…” Susie sighed, as she felt his tongue sliding around at the ticklish tip of her nose. “R-really… reminds you of orgasm, huh… I can get with that. And will you be expelling a lot of thick fluid too, do you think…?” She all but grinned as she teased Xavier with her words, which somewhat hid how aroused she’d been by his description. Who knew sneezing could be so sexy? And speaking of which… that little trunk bath, for all it had felt good, had set off the little spike of irritation in Susie’s nose… she was growing towards another of her destructive, powerful sneezes. “D-do you want to kn-know what I th-think of… ahhhhhhh… of y-your sneezes too…?”

He felt his glans break the surface of the water, a deep slit topping the broad object as it peeked out.  "Y-yes, that'd be ... ni-nice...?" he sniffled.  That was weird... he was starting to feel an insistent little itch in the back of his nose.  Almost... congestion.  Huh.  Oh well, he didn't think much of it.  Feeling that trunk start to tremble in desperate sneezy waves was bringing him almost to a point that he couldn't bear- he felt like his dick was just going to get so hard it would burst.
He let one hand wander from her trunk, clutching at one of her breasts instead- hefting it under the water and letting his palm slide across it.  "S-sorry, I just... c-can't keep my hands off you any more. I have to touch you..." He scooted a bit closer as well, leaning into her side.


Susie felt electricity jolt through her as she saw the head of Xavier’s huge dick popping out above the water. So, he was getting very excited indeed… And the same electricity felt like it flew through her twice when his hand groped her breast… oh god all she wanted was her mouth against Xavier’s, his hands on every part of her. She was so wound up she barely noticed that his hands had left her trunk, she was so focused on continuing their sneezy game of teasing… “W-well… I love your sneezes… t-to be honest… shhhhhh… you keep all of that p-p-power u-under wraps all the t-time and… your sneezes are s-s-so damn powerful, they’re even… even as big as m-m-mine… so much p-power in such a l-little package…” and she gave a sneezy chuckle, as she ran one finger slowly up Xavier’s not-very-little package, flicking the head ever so slightly at the top… “it’s amazing to s-s-s-see you… hhaaahhhhhhh… see you… aahhhhhhhhhhhhhh… l-let g-go…”

He felt like there was fire inside him- figuratively , this time.  He couldn't even respond right away, he just had to lean back and pant- his whole body felt like a tight, coiled spring- he had never been this turned on before.  It was a curious sensation... his dick was pumping constantly now, a little clear-ish stream of pre flowing out of his heavy slit, which was now parted- Xavier squeezed Susie's breast harder, trying to restrain himself but having difficulty, and moved in even closer, just pressing his body against hers, letting his penis throb wonderfully against her rounded belly, poking up just between her tits-- he wanted to lose himself in her, to melt into her and be one.  He imagined what it would feel like to slide his sore pole into that wet slot, and nearly cried out.  Eventually he recovered his reason, and spoke- "S-Susie, are you... ahhahhh... are you going to sneeze...? S-sneeze... sneezy Susie, heheh... mmmnn..." He ended with another long, sensual kiss, cupping the elephant's cheeks.  Whispering to her now, he continued, "I think I might have one coming, too... but it's a ways off, for now... I can show you just how 'little' my package is..."

“I… ahhh… I a-am feeling sn-sn-sn-sn-sneezy…” Susie panted. She did need to sneeze, and she was half-afraid of blowing Xavier away again, as uncontrollable as her trunk tended to be. But she couldn’t keep her eyes off of his thick hardness, couldn’t help imagining how far up her pussy his long thick cock would reach, how full of him she would be… And then…. she imagined him… trying to hold back one of his colossal explosions long enough to finish fucking her… oh she was soaking wet now, and she couldn’t help it, she grabbed his hand and thrust it against her wet sex… “B-but I’m pr-pretty h-horny too… you wanna… s-see…hhhhuuuuhhhhHHHHhhhhh… see where I l-lose… l-l-lose c-control… f-f-f… faahhhhhhh… aaaaaahhaaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHH… see where I lose control first?”
And she couldn’t help it, she just had to reach back and press her hands into his firm, round asscheeks, feeling his surprisingly full hips, squeezing that bubble butt. It was all she could do to keep from pressing his body to hers, though they were so close, it would barely take any movement at all...

He flexed his hand, pushing his clawed digits into her- very careful not to cut.  "M-my g--- you're so... th-thick... oh my god what a great big --- I uh, I mean that in the best possible way, of course.  Oh it's so ... squishy..." and as much as his brain was telling him to just fuck her silly right there, there was something he wanted to do first.  "C-cmon, upsie-daisy..." He lifted and pushed her out onto the side of the bath, onto a nice fluffy towel.  "I have to see this, Susie.  I want to see all of --sniff-- all of you..." And once she was clear, he cast his gaze down between her thick thighs to that gorgeously full sex.  He would, indeed, like to see which she lost control of first, but he needed some help- after all, he was ready to burst at any second.  So he let his fingers press into her fleshy thighs, and kissed his way into her groin, putting his lips against her, kissing the soaked lips and extending his tongue in a slow, long slurp.

“ooooohhh l-l-ladies and gehhhhh… oohh… gentleman… h-h-he does… he does it… ahhhhh… does it ahhhhhhhhhh… all…” Susie wasn’t sure if she was moaning from the tickle in her trunk or from Xavier’s excellent ministrations with his tongue. Susie felt her thighs start to squeeze together, almost covering Xavier’s head in the press of her thick thighs. Her trunk was beginning to curl up, her nostrils flaring and flexing, her trunk filling up with thick congestion. Her trunk gave a few scrunches, even as she felt waves of pleasure emanating from her pussy, from her clitoris that his tongue breached ever so gently… and the race was on! But she gave into the sensations in her pussy or her trunk, she needed… she wanted… “X-xavier… th-this is amazing but… she reached her hands down to his horns, used the horns as leverage to wrench up his head, stare deep into his eyes… “Get inside me. Now.

"Ah... Y-yes ma'am...!" he sputtered, face covered in her juices as he clambered up, He let his hands rest on her big, soft breasts, fingers playing with the puffy nipples they found there, squeezing and lightly rolling and tugging just a bit.  He let her magnificent boobs build his pleasure back up to its height, gasping for breath and ignoring that nagging little tickle forming in the depths of his nose, Instead, he focused on her waving trunk, trying to position himself so it would smack into his rod a few times before he could get ready, giggling a bit as his girth wobbled back and forth from the impacts.  Then finally, balls hanging beneath him like a sack of oranges, he rubbed the fat cockhead against Susie's sopping wet, oh-so-ready for him entrance, and started to press in.  They gasped simultaneously as he popped through, gliding in so easily they were both startled when he was all the way in, stretching her apart, filling her up.  And she was squeezing him, his face a huge grin of joy, mouth hanging open as he squeezed her chest, pulling himself in closer to give her a hug as he buried himself in her.  His shaft into her pussy, his face into her breasts, his toned stomach pressing against her round belly- they were one.

Susie cried out as he entered her, her whole body full of sensation, her pussy tingling as her trunk twitched and shook. Her hips began to move, almost involuntarily, as she reached her hands around to Xavier’s ass, pressing him even farther into her as her hips began to undulate, her face going slack, through whether it was from the sneeze rapidly building in her trunk or from sheer pleasure she could barely determine. She was gasping, her trunk prepared for another cataclysm, leaves beginning to fall from nearby trees, the surface of the water they’d just exited flowing in waves timed to her inhales and exhales. “Oh… y-you’re so b-big, Xav… I’m so… so full…” she sighed breathily. She felt him slide out and give a long, aching thrust back in, her hips snapping up to meet his as they began to fall into a rhythm… “oh! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH… OH!” Susie was crying out in pleasure as much as she was hitching towards an eruption… and yet she kept sucking in air, kept asking Xavier… “m-more… more… please… harder…”

He did as she bade, getting a firmer grip and thrusting into her with the full force of his core muscles, slamming himself into her.  He couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to- he was so into the action now, into the heat of her, her scent, her twitching, itching trunk... his own itching, scrunching muzzle-- wait, what? W-was he...? Oh, he hadn't even noticed but now it itched, it itched so fiercely! Perhaps he'd caught her cold, or maybe it was just the pollen-soaked water getting to him, but he had to sneeze quite urgently... he flared his nostrils as he closed his eyes, face scrunching up in concentration as he continued to build a rhythm down below, now slapping into her with such force he could feel his balls hitting her after each pass, giving them each an extra little thrill.  His shaft was just barely bumping her cervix, filling her completely.  He was crying out, mostly with need and the pleasurable surges pulsing through his lower body, his aching cock swelling and stiffening as it approached a truly massive release- but also interspersed were little gasps for air... "Ah... AHHhhooh--HHOh S-SUSIE! Ah... HH-hah... AHHNNHhh!" He was becoming quite vocal, for such a shy little dragon...

Oh god… her trunk itched so much, it had a complete life of its own, as out of control as her hips as Xavier slammed into her again and again and again… she felt herself slipping away, felt the pleasure in her body build and build to a crescendo, she squeezed Xavier’s ass, and then, reached up and slowly, gently careessed his wings just as she fell under the tide of her arousal, coming with a cry… “Xavier! Oh!” But even as the waves of pleasured continued the tickle… in her trunk… was still growing… blazing… and she wasn’t even trying to hold back anymore… she just barely had the presence of mind to aim her trunk somewhere, anywhere but right at Xavier as she erupted:

“KKKKKAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Another incredibly wet and messy sneeze, with a furious gust of wind… she almost came again from the combined sensation of relief in her trunk and Xavier, still pounding away, still filling her up so good…

Filling her up was exactly what was on the dragon's mind as she sneezed.  With her entire vagina clamping down on him and the extra tightness in her whole body from the sneeze, he would have had to be made of steel to hold out.  Perhaps due to some sympathetic urge, he also released a mighty sneeze at this point- over her shoulder, she felt a heat as he let out a huge "H-HA-hhh-HHAAAHHHHHCHHHHHRRRRSHHHHOOO!" but an even hotter sensation was within her as he plunged into her pussy one more time, his nuts constricting as they pumped a hot, spraying load up Xavier's large cock, erupting all over Susie's insides as he came, giving a loud  moan and falling limply onto his larger partner, her plush form cushioning the fall as he helplessly emptied himself into her.  "A-ah... Ah.. h-ah..." it was almost as Susie had fantasized, and it ended with them both collapsed against each other, panting and sniffling...


Susie was dimly aware, somewhere off in the most distant part of her mind, of a few things: 1) She’d sneezed… hugely… somewhere. 2) There was still a tickle lurking in her trunk. 3) She came at least twice (and the second one DEFINITELY wasn’t right when Xavier sneezed…), 4) somewhere in the distance, there was probably a festival square that was still on fire. But mostly she was just aware of a good, heavy pressure across her body, how wrung out and warm she felt, and the fact that she definitely felt a LOT more than friendship for her little dragon. She raised her head weakly to joke, “So… w-was that good for… hhh-hiiiihhhh…” she sucked in a quick breath on a catch of irritation, her chest rising and Xavier rising along with it for just a second until it calmly released. “Heeehhhhhhh… was it good for you, Xavy?”

The dragon was blissfully rubbing his irritated nose against the nub of her nipple, both hands wrapped around her breast as he hummed and sighed, just barely starting to pull out of her as his cock softened enough to be released.  He gave her a kiss and a lick there as well, teasing the pretty pink things he'd ignored during their little romp, and countered with, "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening.  What?" continuing to lavish attention upon her, working out the last dregs of his lust.  Xavier just continued to lay there and gently squeeze and rub her, enjoying the sensation of his now-more-than-a-friend's soft body.  "Gosh, but you sure can sneeze, Susie... among other things... heheh... Um, actually, I think that you may have -s-sniff- given me your cold."

God help her, all Susie could think was… you mean I get to see more of those sneezes? Of course, that probably didn’t bode terribly well for the structural integrity of Xavier’s house. But still… “Xav, come up here…” Susie said, and with that she grabbed him by the horns and gently tugged so he’d know to come up to her mouth for a few warm, wet, lazy kisses. Or more than a few. In fact, she got so lost in the feeling of kissing Xavier that she almost wanted to go for a round two, but… no. “Listen, I sn-snehhhhhhh…. sneezed on you so many times, and they’re so meehhhhhh… oooh, still tickles… so messy… you’re definitely catching my c-cold. So, uh… what are an e-elephant who sneezes hurricanes… and a dr-dragon who sneezes f-fire, ice, wind, lightning, and acid g-going to d-do with colds?” Susie looked up, guileless with her eyes but with her hands… she gave Xavier’s ass a nice firm smack and reached between them to ever so gently touch his oversensitive cock. “Y-you have a-any ideas?”

"H-hnnhh..." he wanted to stay buried between her big bouncy bosoms, but also enjoyed the kisses... although he did start to stray toward kissing her trunk rather than her lips after a while.  And when she started to grope him again, well... "Is laying in bed together for a week an option? We can just... y'know... all day... ehehheheh... my house does have some interior protections against elemental damage, but- oh.  The roof is on fire."  She couldn't see from her angle, so he leaned backwards until they both tumbled back into the warm waters, and he flipped so she was on top- thus giving him access to HER prodigious rear end, which he attacked with reckless abandon.  "Heheh... my tuuurn... -sniffle- Hh-hehh... ooh, remind me t-to give you a nice rubdown later, a good deep massage... s-so I can get my hands all o-over y-yeh... -sniff- you.  Again." He dug in and kneaded her cheeks, disregarding the fire for now- the inside wouldn't burn, so he had plenty of time.  He spread and released her bum until both sides clapped together, her pussy exposed to the air for a moment before the 'SMACK!', and giggled again.

“ooooh, yeah… so ah… when the little dragon’s ready for round two, you want me like this? Spread out on top of you, riding that monster dick of yours? I’ll have to make sure I aim my trunk r-right if I h-have to sn-sneeze… speeeeeaahhhhhhh… sp-speaking w-whiiiiiiihhhhhhh… which… I g-gotta… sorry…” and with that, she turned around and gave another enormous sneeze “WWWWWWWWAAAAAAATTTTTTTTCCCCCHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” that blew the roof clean off. She watched it soar away, too blissed-out to care. Xavier’s hands had never left her body, and she leaned into his touch as she sighed. “So uh, I owe you a new roof but ah… on the bright side it’s not on fire anymore…” Susie began to rub her hands over his body as well, feeling his firm muscle, the shining scales… “And yeah, I could stay in bed for a week with you juuuuuuuuuuuuuust fine.” She smiled lazily, before palming his cock again. “Plus, I still haven’t gotten this thing in my mouth.” She smirked down at him, eager for his reaction, licking her lips before she added “Or gotten my trunk around it…”

It stirred, at that thought.  "T-trunk...? Oh... oh m-my... I don't know if I could handle that..." In fact, it did more than stir- it started to rise up, proud and full, ready for a second round if one were offered.  "Y-you know, there's lots of stuff we didn't do yet... we've got time.  It's not li-hi-hiii... HIIiiiiIII...!" The itch in his nose started to amplify, until he was scrubbing his flaring, moist nostrils, fighting a losing battle against a swiftly growing sneeze.  "H-hH-HIIIIIIIIIITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRBLRBLRBLRBLRBLR!" He dunked his head underwater, boiling it and making a huge cloud of steam burst off the surface as flames shot from his muzzle once again.  "S-sniff... oh god, I hope being sick doesn't make me sneeze fire more often... That's like three times in a row!"

Susie grinned. Aaaaaand her plan had worked, looks like round two was a-go! Whereas it looked like the bath was… done for. “I mean… I would just be h-h-heartbroken i-if that w-were the c-c-c-case…” Susie said, the irony clear even with her voice full of oncoming sneeze. Xavier’s fire sneezes were pretty impressive. Although she still hadn’t really seen him do one of his lightning sneezes… that must be pretty interesting. “D-don’t w-worry Xav… I’ll still l-love y-you no-no-no matter h-how you sneeehhhhhh…. sneeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” And that’s when Susie realized that the steam from the newly-evaporated bath had gotten up her nose. Geez. She was always like this when she got a cold, just about anything could set her off. She stood up so she could avoid spraying Xavier or his house, gave one colossal gasp of air and just hauled off with a monster “HHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLAASSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAA!” It was one of her extra slimy ones, flying off into the woods behind Xavier’s house, felling a few trees and coating some others. “H-hey,” she said, turning to Xavier in the aftermath with curious eyes… “So, uh, when I sneezed on you all those times… you weren’t… were you enjoying that?” She narrowed her eyes at him, even as she walked towards his house, motioning for him to follow.

"Uh.. W-well... KIIIIITTCHHHHHHHHXXXXXXXXXXXXX!" Suddenly, like lightning one might say, the dragon sneezed, a bright arc of blue electricity blasting onto the flagstones and scorching one.  "... Oops.  Um.  K-kinda.  Sorry, those ones are so quick, I never feel them coming..." When he sneezed, his wings had shot out, his left leg had stomped the ground, and his tail had raised.  It was pretty cute to see... "-ahem- L-like I said, it's sort of like an orgasm from my point of view, so... being covered in your discharge... from such a big, pretty trunk..." He took it in both hands, stroking up and down the length after padding over to her- "It's... not bad at all..." He gave it a kiss, starting to essentially make out with her trunk, pushing his serpentine tongue deeper and deeper as he suckled on the spongy nares.

“S-so,” Susie said, as she felt Xavier licking and sucking at her trunk. “You DID enjoy it! S-so why’d you let me feel so bad about it then, h-h-huh?” And she felt his tongue deeper into her trunk. “B-b-be c-careful… y-you wanna b-be on the re-re-receiving end of annaahhhhhhhhhh… ooooh… another one…. ‘c-c-cause you’re tiihhhhhhhhh… IIIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… re-really tickling me… meeehhhhhhhh… EEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… EEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…” Oh boy all that attention to her trunk was really starting up a sneeze. And Susie felt her nose filling again with congestion… whoo, this was gonna be a really messy sneeze… “I-If you d-don’t wanna g-get sp-sp-sprayed… m-m-move n-now… HHHHEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…”

In response, he coiled his thick, muscled tail around her leg, moving the silky scales up her skin until the tip was just barely touching her groin, wrapped his arms around her waist, and took a little nibbling bite of one nostril, tugging it wide open with a swift movement of his head.  He was welcoming that warm, wet deluge all over his chest, his member pressing up against her pussy now as he slowly rocked back and forth, back and forth... "N-hh-hah... Susie, would you do me the honor... of unloading that stuffy trunk all over a little pervy dragon? He and his 'friend' would really..." He let himself twitch upwards again, giving her a little smack downstairs.  "...appreciate it." Looking up at her desperate expression, he felt a little runner of snot drip from his right nostril, and smiled.

“HHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… HHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSPPPPPPP PPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSH SHSSHSHSHSHSHSHHHH…” Susie erupted with a deluge of wind and wetness and just tons of mess. She couldn’t have helped it even if she wanted to but, knowing he could take it—knowing how much he wanted it—she blew out as hard as she could, keeping the spray going and going and going, and the thick slimy snot covered her little pervy dragon as Susie blasted all the force out of her trunk that she could muster, all the while feeling that big cock up against her sex, pressing and teasing… she couldn’t wait to have that thing inside her again. Panting, she sighed, “Whew. Didja have fun down there? ‘Cause you know, you might be a pervy little dragon but I’m a big pervy elephant, so you might want to watch out…” And the wheels in Susie’s head started turning, trying to figure out how she could get back at her little dragon… and his nose.

By now, Xavier was actively struggling not to just blow his load all over the rocks behind Susie's butt.  His head was down and he was panting, if she moved he would fall over.  His deep, gasping breaths and his total focus on keeping his dragon slayer under control, he couldn't be expected to notice the mucus dripping from his own nose- hell, it was indistinguishable from the profuse amount that was sliding off of him now! Susie was actually the one to notice- when his heated, needy breathing started to become a deep thrumming, his chest pushing out with each. "Hh-hahh... Hhaaahh... HhhhHRRUUUUUHHH... HhhhhuUUUUUUUUUUUHhhrrrRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHhhh.. .!"

Susie looked down, simultaneously amused and aroused. Well, well, she hadn’t expected to get her wish so quickly! But here was her little dragon, covered in the spray and wetness and mess from her massive release, building towards a release of his own. And then she spied his leaking cock and realized that he was building towards two releases. And she couldn’t very well have that, not before she got to ride him straight into another mind-blowing orgasm. Well… time for some fun. She grinned evilly as she took her fingers and pressed them against Xavier’s snout, hard. “Ah-ah-ah… not so fast, little dragon. You look like you’re about to lose control.” she said, very deliberately edging her body away from his, so that their only connection was her fingers on his nose. “And you don’t get to lose control until I say so, alright?” And slowly, painfully slowly, she began to rub slow soothing circles around Xavier’s nostrils, slowly, slowly watching as they started to relax, at which point she’d suddenly stop rubbing just long enough to watch the itch grow again. “Which way to your bedroom, little dragon?” She called still playing with his nose...

"Hh-hEh--EHHNnn-- oh g-god you're e-evi---IIIHH---nnnkkgh...! S-straight through thuh-huh... the-huuuuhhhh...... -gulp- h-hole and to the riahhhghht..." He felt his cock leap as the tension on it was released, jumping up to slap his belly before standing straight and proud, fully erect and hard as a rock.  It was thick, and a deep red all the way up to its half-foreskin-covered glans, which managed to be even broader than most of the shaft, with a deep, wide slit that promised a shower of hot cum if it were allowed to erupt.  Beneath it hung a black sack that looked weighted down by two small oranges, tugging it taut as they dangled.  The entire color scheme was in sharp contrast to the dragon's overall blue theme- the scales on his belly a lighter shade, but still reminiscent of the sky.  As he started to walk with her, being led literally by the nose, his package swayed and flopped back and forth, although due to its stiffness it stayed relatively close to him, so there was no risk of brushing that soft, round belly... those tantalizing thighs... that scrumptious ass... "Su-Susie I r-reh-really gotta s-sneehhh--hh-hheeeehhzeee... I k-keep getting distracted..."

“Well, Xavier, I’m sure that I can hold your attention,” Susie said, smiling, still keeping Xavier’s nose on edge, even as she saw his prick was still stiff and leaking. Without taking her finger from his nose, still walking backwards towards his bedroom, she slowly began to shimmy her shoulders, forward and back, forward and back, making her huge, round tits sway to and fro, slowly at first. The round jiggly flesh was gray, of course, as was the rest of her body. They were wide, heavy expanses of sweet, soft skin, with large areola capped off with the perfect round pink nub. Those nubs were bouncing in all directions as Susie kept up her little shimmy, stopping only when she saw Xavier’s cock strain… “Ah-ah-ah, not yet, okay? I wanna wait till I’ve got you inside me. You can hold out for me a little longer yeah?” She unfurled her long, massive trunk. It was wide enough at its base to cover half her face, and didn’t seem to narrow as it continued from her face down past her breasts, only narrowing to that small oh-so-sensitive tip as it hung down past her crotch, dangling halfway to her knees—not unlike Xavier’s own, ah, “trunk”. Susie had always been proud of her trunk, exceptionally large and powerful even for an elephant. Of course, that meant an exceptionally powerful release when her trunk was full of itchy irritation… but that had unexpectedly turned into a spectacular source of fun for her and Xavier. Speaking of which… “O-oh… I got a little t-t-tickle in my tr-trunk. It’s just a little one n-now but I know it’ll gr-grow…” She kept rubbing Xavier’s nostrils, still walking backwards, casting her head over her shoulder from time to time, wandering towards the bed. “S-so… tuuhhhhhh… tell me Xavier… h-how does your nose f-feel… how’s that sneeze brewing in there? D-Does it feel like a b-big one?” She could help a slight roll of her crotch as it escaped her lips, her pussy beginning to flood with wetness again. Wow, this teasing was turning her on even more than expected! She gave another quick peek at Xavier’s beautiful hardness, even more excited to get that stiff prick back into her wet and needy hole…

Muscles contracting involuntarily, Xavier's one eyed beast spat a small stream of clear pre onto Susie's swaying tits, then another onto her trunk, just barely missing the tip as she mercilessly teased him.  "Ah-- S-sorry... I'm nn-hh R-really trying to h-hold this s-snee-sneehhehhheeze in, it's going to be a w-wet one, I can feel it." He snuffled more and tried to push against her pinching fingers, wanting more relief than she was letting him have.  Susie simply stepped back farther, chuckling.  "Eeeevilllll... I ha-have acquired an evil g-girlfrehh... g-girlfreehhahhh... H-nnn... p-please, just a little s-sneeze? It itches so much..." They were walking through the interior now, treated wood and stone mostly, a long hallway at the end of which lay the dragon's den.  He thought he was forgetting something, but... what was it? He couldn't think through this haze in his mind right now... "Ih-hiiits gonna geh e-everywhere... if I d-don't get it out n-na-aow...."

“W-well… lahhhhhh… laahhhhhhhhhhhhh… laahhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHhhhhh… oh boy m-my trunk is getting t-ticklier and t-t-t-ticklier…” And with that she wrapped her trunk under one arm. “Th-there… this way I’m shhhhhh… holding b-back too… a-and when I get s-s-some relief… so can you.” She said, still walking backwards. They were more than halfway down the hallway, and Xavier was so, so close… and so was Susie. She let her thighs press together as she walked, her eyes fluttering shut every now and then… was it from the sneeze or from arousal? Susie suddenly turned around, still keeping a finger at Xavier’s nose as she began to sway as she walked, showing off her enormous ass. Susie had wide hips and powerful thighs that flared out from her tucked in waist. But even as wide as her ass was, it stuck out full and soft and warm from her back, flaring out backwards and jiggling slightly with every step. “We’re almost t-to the bed, o-okay? J-just a little l-longer and we can g-get you some… relief… a-and me too! B-but that sneeze isn’t c-coming out yet…” and with that she took her hand off, just for a second just to let it build again, before she soothed the tickle back, keeping him on edge for a while longer. “S-so I guess it’s just g-gonna gehhhhhh… get everywhere, huh? T-tell me, is the t-tickle really b-bad? And, uh, if you want…” She turned around again to look Xavier dead in the eyes with a slight bite to her pouty lips. “Tell me what you w-want to do to me, and ah… to my trunk?”

As they walked in the door to his 'cave', Xavier remembered what he had forgotten- his bed was completely covered in coins.  Quarters, nickels, dimes, a few pieces of actual gold, silver dollars, franks, euros, Canadian dollar pieces... they were everywhere.  "Oh s-shi-hiit, I forgot about th--- um... N-nevermind.  Ri-riiiight... right now its a cl-luuhUHHUHHHHHH... hhnn--hh... close t-tie beh-tweehhhh... between... a g-good hard sneeze and... b-bending you over, grabbing your big tits and p-pounding that p-pussehh from behind until w-we both black ou-ouuut... c-close second is... ah g-god ihts so h-hah-hard to talk, it tickles my n-no-nose..." His nostrils were round and fully flared, feeling a bit firm and elastic to Susie's touch.  As his hands were the ones free, he pulled the sheet off of his bed, making the thousands of coins- his 'hoard'- clatter to the ground.  He loved that sound... but fucking in a bed of coins probably wasn't his partner's idea of a good time.  She'd warm up to it.  Maybe.  They'd talk.  "C-close second... try to st-stuh-huff myself into that trunk of yours.  G-geh-get deep enough to scratch your I-itch... nnfffhhh..." He slapped his hands onto her hindquarters, the loud smack filling the room as he took a double handful.  "J-juh-just like you pr-promised... I'm on... b-botto... Boh... oh g-god ruh-ride my meat before I l-lose it and sneeh--sneeze! I n-need it..." He carefully, making sure not to lose contact with her hand, lowered himself onto the bed, sadly having to break contact with her butt to do so.


“Y-you got it, Xavier…” And then, Susie let her trunk go, and started building up to her own sneeze even as she lined Xavier’s hard dick up against her pussy, and slid onto the pole, inch by inch. Her rhythm began slow but sped up quickly, her ass bouncing against Xavier’s legs, her tits flying freely up and down as she bounced up and down faster and faster. Oh god it felt amazing…  And even as she felt herself get incredibly close to her own orgasm, she felt her trunk lose control, and she blasted out a colossal, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” It was another wet one, aimed right at Xavier’s chest and face. And, as she saw the look of ecstasy on Xavier’s face, she came… hard. “Oh! Yes!” she cried, and then felt her whole body go limp as she fell into the blissful afterglow of her third (or fourth?) orgasm of the night. And of course, when her body went limp, her hand fell from Xavier’s nose...

Even if it weren't his pole she was riding, watching Susie's expression, seeing her heaving, bouncing chest, and listening to her moans of pleasure would have gotten him off on the spot.  As it was, he was lost in an ocean of pleasure, his entire body wracked with convulsions as his muscles corded, standing tight as he straight with all of his being to burst like a shaken bottle of champagne, orgasming so hard that his white sticky seed gushed out of her at the point of their joining.  He realized he was giving voice to a throaty roar, which hadn't even crossed his mind as he ripped deep holes in his bed, digging in his claws.  As she collapsed atop him, his fat cock slid out of her and slapped wetly against her ass, right between the cheeks, the tip kissing her tail just as his hands came up to cup her breasts before they crushed him, and his entire world became a burning, blazing itch in his snout.
"Hah... HAAAAAAH... HHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH..." Xavier held on to her gray elephant tits for dear life as his back snapped up in an arch, giving way to a great, "HHHHRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHXXXXXXXHOOO!" as he launched a thick, snotty ball of acid in an arc over Susie's back, splattering across the wall and releasing a hiss as it started to corrode, even through the proofing... exhausted, he lay back and closed his eyes, quickly passing out beneath the elephant, holding her, his last thought as he faded into oblivion, 'We can clean up in the morning...'


15
All right, here we go...
Mr. Ticklynoses and I collaborated on this RP.  It uh... it kind of got away from us a little bit, and ended up being like, forty pages long.  Part one is here, it is all the stuff up to where it gets downright dirty, for those who don't like adult stuff but still want to be able to read it :) Part 2 will contain the explicit stuff, this part contains some MILD perviness and innuendo, but nothing explicit.
Xavier the dragon and Susie the elephant have a nice, uneventful night at the festival.  How sweet.

Son of a - I color coded it in Word, and look at that the formatting doesn't carry over.  -recodes it- Xavier is blue, because he's blue.  Susie is black, because gray is close to black but black is easier to read than gray.

Standing in the dark a few miles outside of the festival grounds, Xavier pushed his glasses up the bridge of his broad, draconic snout for the umpteenth time, a nervous habit as he waited for Susie to show up.  Was this a date? This was sort of like a date, right? Was his elephant friend interested in him suddenly? How did he feel about that? Maybe it wasn't a date- maybe he was overthinking things, as always.  He paced in a tight circle, his clothes swishing against his deep cobalt scales with each turn.  A nice, soft, cottony polo and a pair of tight and flattering slacks were today's standard clothes of choice, revealing a well-toned chest from the front and a rounded, firm-looking rear beneath the thick, swishing tail from behind.  His wings were folded up tightly, but he felt like going for a short flight to work off his nerves.  Unfortunately, he didn't have much time, as the elephant in question was approaching even as he had the idea...

“Out of the way!” Susie shouted as she barreled past another group of folks. Oh she was so late! Xavier would just be sitting there, waiting, probably freaking out. And she hated to think of her little dragon worrying like that. Not that Xavier was all that little but… Susie was an elephant! Most folks were little to her. And she was every inch the title, standing tall and curvaceous, a little chubbiness to her belly that rounded her hourglass figure slightly. Her wide hips and strong thighs were working hard as she rounded the corner and found Xavier at the agreed upon spot. “Hey there bud!” Susie greeted him, panting a bit as she arrived. “I’m so so sorry I’m late… I was with Katie, you know, the tigress, and she was blubbering and blubbering about her boyfriend and you know how she gets, I couldn’t abandon her and then I was honestly kinda feeling under the weather but you know I just wanted to see you ‘cause, you know, it’s been a while I’ve missed my little dragon and I know I know you’re not little it’s just a little joke you know, a joke between friends… OH uh not that friends are the only people who joke you know there are you know people who are not friends who also have jokes and nicknames and, you know, stuff… uh… okay your turn to talk now, sorry you know how I tend to go on…”

He blinked for a bit, staring up as he tried to process all of that information.  Sadly, his brain filtered out the important part- she'd just been hanging out with a tigress? Totally ignored.  She called me 'her little dragon?' more credence to his earlier theory... "Oh... Hi! No, I wasn't waiting long," He lied blatantly, smiling and showing off his many sharp white teeth.  "I'm glad you're still feeling up to the festival, it sounds like you had a busy day!" He turned toward the lights and sounds that echoed down the path, and offered his hand to her with mock seriousness.  "Shall we, m'lady?"

“Why yes, m’lord!” Susie responded with a mock curtsey, and tucked his hand under her arm, ready to skip off towards the festival. Given that she was wearing a nice blouse and jeans, she wasn’t exactly in curtseying attire, but one had to follow suit. As they walked, Susie asked about his life: “So, Xavier, how have you been? How’s the dragon life? Is it boring out there away from town? I dunno if I could live so far from the city, but I know you need space to, you know, stretch your wings,” she punned running a hand along the side of one wing. They were folded tightly against his side, but she had seen his full wingspan more than once and it was… well there was a reason dragons were considered to be regal creatures. Susie was a bit distracted from her thoughts about her companion by an ever-so-slight twinge in her trunk. Damn it. Susie knew she was coming down with something but she had been sure that it wouldn’t settle in her trunk and start her sneezing for some time… because, well, when Susie sneezed… she wasn’t exactly great company… unless for some reason you enjoyed being blown into walls and hosed down with all the wetness and mess and sheer explosion of air that Susie could unleash from her huge, snuffly trunk. Well, she’d just have to hold it off long enough to spend time with Xavier, cold or no cold!

The dragon shivered as she touched his very sensitive wing- a very intimate gesture among dragons, but obviously she wasn't aware of that.  He huffed a bit, and then felt his nose twitch.  Huh.  That's odd... as the tiger fur tumbled into his snout, he was overcome by the tingly-warm feelings spreading across his back from the soft, gray fingers that were still moving. "A-a-S-s-Susie..." Steeling his will, he took her arm and gently but firmly removed it, taking it in his clawed hands instead.  A purplish blush was coloring his blue scales, and his slit nostrils were perking up, starting to twitch open into little semicircles.  "That's, uhm.  Err.  H-how can I put this... That's like if I greeted you by caressing your boobs..."

 “O-oh… oh.” Susie stammered. “Oh, well I didn’t mean to-to touch your boob… I mean, obviously not your boob but you know your… boob-like… wing…?” Against her will Susie started to chuckle at her own awkwardness. She really wasn’t usually this bad about tripping over her own words, but Xavier just made her feel… off-balance, somehow. “Your wings are… lovely, though.” She said, trying to clean up her awkwardness with an honest compliment. “Oh but… but wait… did I just tell you you have great boobs? I… sorry!” Oh god this was off to a fantastic start… and even better that little twinge was still there in her trunk… it wasn’t an emergency by any means, not yet, but… well she just hoped that little twinge didn’t grow…

He started to giggle, and then to laugh.  "I'll take that compliment.  You could also tell me I've got nice horns...!" He waggled his eyebrows and pointed out the great, curling horns that decorated the top and sides of his head.  He almost- ALMOST tried to break the tension by squeezing her breast and saying they were even, but... no.  He was a little too attracted to his friend to actually try that.  "Come on, we can talk about draconic cultural taboos later, for now w-ehh... eh, excuse me... -snorf!-" He blew air out of his nostrils, crossing his eyes.  What was that... itch?

“Well, I mean… you do have nice horns too…” Susie said, blushing a bit. Blushing! Susie was blushing! Nobody made Susie Carlton blush! But Xavier did… and of course, her trunk was trying to ruin it. Almost without her noticing, it had begun to raise and curve ever so slightly, a sure sign of irritation. Involuntarily, she began to sniff the air a bit, feeling the irritation tickling up her trunk. Oh god, really, already? She was sure she’d have more time before she needed to deal with her nose. Luckily, she could usually stave it off for a bit… “Uh, um, Xav… I’m so, so sorry but…” she dropped her voice to a whisper, knowing how discussing elephant sneezes tended to alarm those nearby, “I-I’ve got a little tickle in my trunk and… hey, Xav, you okay? Your snout is kinda… flaring?”

It was... wasn't it... oh man, why tonight? "I... I know.  Susie, I m-might have to..." He looked around, making sure no one else was in earshot.  "...Sneeze..." he whispered quietly into her ear, leaning way in close, close enough for her to feel his breath on those large ears of hers.  Close enough for their bodies to brush ever so slightly.  Just thinking about sneezing made the dragon nervous... he couldn't help but flex his wings, the motion and stretching making him feel a little better.  They unfurled beautifully, stretching out to nearly twice his height to either side before coming back to rest.  His nose.  His stupid, twitchy nose... he pinched it, determined not to sneeze, not to risk hurting Susie.  "I ub..." His voice sounded quite odd with his nose pinched shut, but at least it helped.  "I sdeeze... fire... or lighdnign... or ice... it debends, really... I'll d-dry r-really... reh-really ha--hard... dot to...." it sounded like he was already losing the battle, having trapped that tickly, torturous tiger hair in his sensitive nasal passages with his nose pinch.

 “O-oh! You too, huh?” Susie said… half-embarrassed, half-amused that they were both staring down the barrel of their mutually dangerous sneezes. “I’m afraid I’ve got the sneezes too,” she whispered. “And I might not sneeze fire… or lightning… or ice, but…” She glanced around them. “I wouldn’t want to take bets on how many of these booths would still be standing, if I had to let out a really big one.” She looked around again, letting a look of genuine worry sweep across her face. But no, they’d both just have to hold back! “But… listen, Xav, I never see you, and I know how you’re not a big fan of coming into town, so… listen, why don’t we… why d-don’t we… oh shit, I-I’m starting to feel it too…” Susie felt a rush of air fly up through her trunk, swelling her sizable chest… it wasn’t a huge hitch, hardly a full power pre-sneeze breath, but… even just that gasp sent a noticeable flutter of air gusting towards Susie’s trunk, fluttering the skirts of nearby folks ever so slightly. She brought her powerful trunk up, curving it towards her arms and wrapping a bit of the bottom of her trunk in one strong hand, pressing and squeezing in a way she knew could give her trunk a little bit of relief… “We’re just going to have to hold it back,” she said, “because we’re not letting this hangout go to waste, now are we? So get that nose of yours in line and I’ll tr-try to do the same…” but even as she said it, she felt her trunk beginning to fill with moisture… not a sneeze yet, but already the congestion and wetness was beginning to sink in, which would only make her sneezes more disastrous were one to escape.

"R-right! We can ha-ah... d-dammit..." He gave his nose a good, hard scrub, and felt the itch lessen as the hair that was bothering him was momentarily stuck, and not flittering around in there touching everything with its furriness.  "O--kay... I think... -sniff- I got it..." he gave a few experimental sniffles and twitches, his snout moving this way and that before nodding in satisfaction. "I'm good, for now..." At that point he refocused his attention on Susie, who was standing there with her big chest just about face height, clutching the end of her curving trunk in such a cute manner, and blushing.  Blushing??? THIS girl? He felt a twinge of something else... possibly attraction, possibly something deeper.  "I uh... Wow.  Um.  I don't think I mentioned this but... y-you look very nice, Susie." He smiled again, showing less fang this time.  "Shall we go see some booths?" He walked a few paces down the path, and then stopped to wait for the tall elephant, a hand outstretched.

Susie took in another powerful breath, and gave her trunk another squeeze before she was sure she could respond confidently, “Yes! Why don’t we head to one of the booths! Ah… how about that one?” Susie said, pointing to a smaller booth with a large sign above it that read “Fortunes Told.” “C’mon, let’s go get our fortunes told!” She grabbed Xavier’s hand and they walked off towards the fortune telling booth. But Susie mind kept wandering to her trunk… and Xavier’s nose. It was an unusual feeling to be walking around with someone who had to keep his sneezes under wraps as much as she did. Sure, Susie had blown away more things that she really wanted to keep count of, but it wasn’t as though she sneezed fire, let alone lightning! She was struck with a sudden thought, “Hey uh… Xav, so… when you have to… you know, sneeze,”—she whispered the last bit—“Um… how do you tend to hold it back? You know, just in case it gets out of hand, I want to make sure I can, you know, help out? If I need to?”

"Well, usually..." He glanced down as the elephant bent over, to the tip of her trunk- it looked very moist, and a bit red around the nostrils.  "Like this- here, let me show you." He put both thumbs against the nares of her nostrils, gripped her trunktip, and started to rub them in slow, soothing circles around the irritated flesh.  "Rubbing my nose like this usually helps- otherwise, I generally just ... let it out." They were almost to the booth now, and there was another couple ahead of them- a horse and a fluffy Pomeranian.  Xavier hadn't thought about how many other furs would be here... his nose got one whiff of all of that dander, and started to twitch like mad, scaled snoot scrunching up as irritants invaded his nasal cavity, triggering the start of an allergic reaction.  "Uh-ah...! Th-those p-people... I ... I d-don't thih... I c-c-c-ah... I cahn't h-handle their f-f-f-ur... I... IH... h-HHEEH....!" his chest gave a few sudden hitches, and he stumbled against Susie, helplessly caught in the buildup to a sneeze...

 “Oh shit. Glad I asked!” Susie reached her fingers towards his nose, running smooth circles around the tips of his nose, hoping to calm his nose. “Oh, Xav… it’s okay, you can hold it back… I know the fur tickles but you can hold it back, I’m sure!” She kept pressing, applying gentle pressure in slow, soothing circles, even as she felt the itch at the tip of her trunk begin to swell… oh geez, was she going to have to try to hold back both of their sneezes? Maybe if she just helped Xavier until the Pomeranian and the horse passed by… “Xav I-I’m feeling k-kinda… hhhhhhhhuuhhhh… huuhhhhhh… kinda itchy t-too… is th-this helping?” And even as she asked, they reached the fortune teller’s booth, although neither of them were really in a position to ask for their fortunes, preoccupied as they were with holding back their sneezes. And Susie’s trunk was curving father and farther up… she noticed it just as she began to smell… was that… some kind of smoke? Normally it wouldn’t bother her but her oncoming cold had just made her nose so sensitive… her trunk was beginning to scrunch, her nostrils flare… even as she massaged Xavier’s nose, she took her own trunk in her other hand, applying soothing squeezes… the itch in her trunk wasn’t too bad yet… hopefully they could avert a disaster.

The fortune teller gave them both very odd looks, but she was a professional... "So... you seek the mystic sight of MADAM ZAVANYA!" she exclaimed, clearly having chosen a very fake name for herself.  After some spooky sounding moaning and playing with tarot cards, which the duo completely ignored due to their own little... predicament... she started saying something to them.  But they were still lost in their own world...

With the horse/pom combo gone, Xavier could feel that insistent itch backing down-- but it was still so close! He really, really needed a sneeze...! Leaning eagerly into his friend's soothing touch, he nuzzled her hand and groaned with relief.  "Y-yes, that's... g-good... h-helps... g-guh..." He managed to quell the tickle enough to open his eyes, and blink through the allergic tears that had formed at the desperate look forming on Susie's face.  "Oh... y-you look pretty b-bad too... is... -SNIFF- is there something I can d-d--"

"DOOM!" The fortune teller interrupted, pointing a finger that trembled with melodramatic glee at some bones she had cast.    "A great calamity will befall the young couple tonight--- bewaaaaaAaare! That will be $2.50."


Were she not so preoccupied with the rapidly worsening tickle in her trunk, Susie would have rolled her eyes so hard at Madame Zavanya… although… Susie certainly wanted to avoid any kind of great calamity… speaking of which, “Xavier… just… you s-see where m-my hand is? Just… just above th-there… squeeze my t-trunk… pl… pleeee… please…” Susie’s voice grew breathier and breathier as the tickle in her trunk got more and more intense… involuntarily, she sucked in a huge breath that sent Madame Zavanya’s turban flying off of her head. Oh god there must be something really tickling her trunk… she blinked through allergic tears to see that Madame Zavanya had started burning extra candles during her little fortune-telling spiel. And those candles had a terrifically itchy scent… it was making Susie… making her… really need to sneeze… “Oh Xav… j-just… squeeze my trunk, pr-pressure a-always h-helps… hAAAAAhhhhh… HAAAAHHHHHHHHHH…” Oh this sneeze was really building quick… Susie hoped Xavier’s hands would start to take the edge off, because this sneeze was going to be huge if she let it out...

With lots of power packed into their bodies, no matter how tall or small, Xavier's grip strength was impressive as well.  He needed to be able to focus... to help Susie-that was what mattered.  His own sneeze was still lurking, and she was splitting her concentration to help him hold it- it would just have to come out.  Just a little one... he hoped.  Snatching up the turban, he cupped it over his nose and relaxed, letting his nostrils twitch, flare, and widen until --- "H-hHH...HHEEEEZZZHHHHIIIIIEW!" He sneezed wetly- he knew what that meant.  Acid this time... he tossed the quickly-dissolving bundle of rags to the ground as it melted into a slightly glowing green puddle, and wiped up the little trails of acidic snot that dangled from his nostrils.  Luckily he couldn't hurt himself with it, but it was really good that turban had been available.  With that taken care of, he swiftly clamped his thumbs and fingers around the soft, graceful curve of the elephant's trunk, squeezing it tight and making sure not to poke her with his sharp claws- that would surely bring on a sneeze.  "L-like this? Sorry for the delay, there... it slipped out." He tried not to think about the fact that Susie would have been stripped nude by his sneeze dissolving her clothes if he hadn't caught it... her trunk helped with that.  It felt... very good in his hands, honestly.  Soft and squishy, yet he could tell if she flexed it it would be brimming with power.  So nice... he let out a little happy sigh.

Susie hardly noticed as Xavier released his own sneeze, she was so preoccupied with her trunk… oh god this sneeze was getting worse by the second… she should have known. Her allergy sneezes were bad enough, but when she had a cold, anything could trigger a sneeze, and her trunk became terribly sensitive. Oh, but Xavier’s hands… he held an awful lot of power in those hands of his, and slowly but surely, that pressure eased the tickle in her trunk, helping her bring it under control, until she removed his hand and hers, gave a forceful snort that kicked up a little breeze by their feet, and then gave her nose an experimental sniff… it seemed like they’d averted disaster for the moment but the cold was definitely settling right in her trunk, making the tips pink and causing her trunk to wiggle and squirm at unexpected moments… it seemed the damn thing had a life of its own when Susie got a cold… and this was definitely a trademark Susie-sized cold. Recovering from the itch, Susie turned to Xavier, “let’s get out of here before Madame Unemployed Actress over there lights another candle… geez that stuff made me sneezy.” But as they were walking away, Susie noticed that Madame Can’t-Get-Cast was missing her turban… “Hey, what happened to… and then she looked down at where there was a small hole in the ground… “Hey, uh, Xav… was that… you?”

"I c-couldn't hold it..." It was the dragon's turn to blush, as he stared at their feet.  "I couldn't help you and hold it off, so I grabbed her turban when you sucked it off of her head, and... I sneezed.  I didn't mean to! It was just... that creeping, tingling itch, worming its way through my sinuses, exploding into a raging fire of sneezy vengeance! You know?"
He looked up at her, then realized he probably shouldn't be talking like that when she was still struggling.  "Um... h-how's the trunk? Why are you having trouble with it, anyway? Are you sick?"
He rubbed the small of her back, just above her tail and waist, as they strolled past some shop stalls.  One of them was a perfume salesman, and as ever-annoying as they are, puffed a strong lavender-scented perfume cloud right onto the duo as they passed, exclaiming, "Hey! Like the scent? Buy some for only $25!" Xavier immediately stopped and stood still, his nostrils growing huge as they sucked in the scent of his worst allergen by far.  He involuntarily clenched his hand as he felt the magnitude of the itch, a fire that nearly blinded him with its intensity as it surged between his eyes, and poked his claws into Susie's back just a bit. "Nn--nngghkk...!" making a strangled noise in his throat, he tried not to gasp in a breath that would lead to a sneeze...


“Yeah, I’m definitely coming down with something” Susie confessed, just as her trunk gave a violent wriggle, curving up and forcing Susie to hitch with a gasp that fluttered a few nearby skirts. Hopefully they’d just chalk it up to an errant gust of wind. “Sorry… I’m gonna be doing that for a while… hopefully I can keep it under control… not like you, Mr. Sneezy Vengeance. But what was that, you sneeze acid too…?” And then, Susie felt a prick at her back. She turned back to Xavier just as she heard the strangled noise that escaped him. “Oh, Xavier… you gotta sneeze again?” Susie quickly turned to Xavier, walking him in the opposite direction of that damn perfume sprayer. She was rubbing the nares of his nostrils, just as he’d showed her, slowly, gently, hoping she could keep him from losing control… but it seemed like it might be time to see if they could find a safe place of him to sneeze. But that would depend on… “So, ah… Xavier… you don’t have any way of telling, uh, what kind of sneeze this is going to be? Because I want to find a safe place for you to sneeze just in case but ah… I don’t know where would be safe, for you…?” And of course, as they walked, they walked right back past Madame Can’t-Land-An-Agent and that incense was going full blast. Susie accidentally sniffed as they walked past, and she immediately felt the itch flare to life in her trunk… oh god, not again…

He tried to think, tried to answer- but the need to sneeze was so overwhelming... he broke his lung-paralysis and drew in a huge gasp of air quite suddenly- but it wasn't enough to fuel the explosion his nose needed.  "GHUUUAAAhhhhh!" Chest straining outwards, he could not reach that peak, could not alleviate the burning tingle.  "W-wah---WATER-- Hhh-HH--HHUUUAAAAAH....!" This time, there was an audible creak as his chest muscles stretched, the fabric of his shirt groaning a bit as well.  But still... not quite enough... he wanted to hold this sneeze in, and was succeeding- through no action of his own, but through the sheer size of the thing, and the fuel it would require to remove the awful perfume from his nose.

Xavier was clearly close to losing control… Susie had to act fast, though her own eyes were fluttering shut with her own rapidly-mounting sneeze. But Xav… Xavier had asked for water… did that mean… “Are you about to burn this place down?” She hissed, scanning the area for water, for water… and then she saw it, a huge dunk tank. She put her hands around Xavier’s shoulders, knowing she was touching his wings, but figuring he wouldn’t mind, given the urgency of the situation… “Xav… I’m walking us to a dunk tank, okay? Just… Just hold out for a lihhh… hiihhhhhhh… little l-longer okay? When we g-get there just… can you fly up there and sneeze into the tank?” But that was as much as Susie could get out, because between her hand guiding Xavier and the hand massaging his nose, she didn’t have any hands to help control her own trunk… and that’s when she started hitching in earnest to fuel a monster sneeze of her own… “IIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHH… HHHIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…”

Knowing that water would defuse at least three of his possible sneezes, he flapped and scrambled up to the top of the tank, not noticing Susie's plight, too overcome with his own need.  "HH-HEEHHH! HEEEEEEHH! *HHEEEEAAAAHHHHHH--TTCHHMMPPBLRBLRBLRGBLRBLRBLRR!*" He took in the biggest breath he could ever remember, his head tilted far, far back until his nsotrils had opened up to an almost painful size- then he snapped forwards, releasing the massive sneeze into the tank of water.  It was such a big one- the tank started to freeze instantly as he blew out a stream of freezing cold air, almost crying out with the relief of the release, the adrenaline from fear of the damage he was going to cause leaving him feeling exhausted.  And... -thump thump- yep.  Shit.  Nose is stuck in the ice... Now, stuck away from her, he heard her desperate gasps and thought simply, 'Uh-oh...'

Susie could barely keep her eyes open… it looked and sounded as though Xavier had gotten to the dunk tank in time, but… Susie’s sneeze was just growing. And it was as though her trunk had gotten addicted to Xavier’s strong touch because her own hands were barely reducing her desperate need to sneeze at all… her trunk was flailing all over the place as she sucked in air… oh and her trunk felt so full… so congested in addition to the buzz of itch and the building power… she was gasping in earnest, and the tops of nearby trees were beginning to sway…

“EEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… EEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…” Oh god, if Xavier could come down here maybe he could squeeze the itch away but as it was… Susie was going to explode. But if Xavier couldn’t come down here… well… there was probably nothing in the park as sturdy as a dragon… she willed her trunk to point up towards her friend, praying he’d forgive her as her whole face went lax and her control snapped and she blasted off with a “YYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” It was a loud, powerful monster of a sneeze, but also unbelievably messy and torrentially wet, the burst of air mercifully dampened by the colossal deluge of congestion that blasted out with it right towards… unfortunately, her friend Xavier… she just hoped she didn’t drench anybody else… and that the tank didn’t shatter or fall under the force of her sneeze.

Thankfully the blue dragon's snout was stuck in the ice, and all Susie's sneeze did, besides utterly cover him in her thick mucus, was dislodge him from the dunk tank.  He was pushed upwards into a headstand from the force of it, and popped right out, spinning a few times before beginning his descent.  "Yaaaah!" Unable to see and unable to open his wings because of the gummy coating, he crashed right back down on top of the elephant, his head coming down right in her cleavage like a slimy rocket, grabbing onto anything he could for stability as they both fell over in a heap, breathing hard, realizing they'd just barely averted a tragedy with that one-two combo.  Maybe there was something to that fortune teller after all...

"Hahhh... a-are you all right...?" The muffled sound of Xavier's voice came from between the large elephant tits between which he was wedged.


“W-well yeah… I… I guess I am!” Susie gave a huge sniff. “And I feel like that sneeze definitely cleared out my nose, I’m feeling much better.” Of course, just then she noticed that Xavier’s head was stuck firmly between her breasts. She tried to pry him off of her although he was so slippery and slimy it was a bit of a struggle… “S-sorry about, you know, sneezing on you… I just figured… or I hoped it’d be less destructive that way? I h-hope you don’t mind too much. I know it’s really gross… I mean if you want to go home now or whatever, that… that’s totally fine…” As embarrassed as Susie was about her sneezes, honestly they’d gotten off easy. All that congestion had damped the power of the sneeze a great deal and, to be honest, it was one of her smaller sneezes. Hopefully that one messy sneeze had been enough and she wouldn’t succumb to another… her cold sneezes tended to just get worse and worse over time.

Honestly, he was quite enjoying himself.  He was a little surprised, given how dangerous he considered his own sneezes to be, that he would find hers so strangely... exhilarating.  And being here, in this soft, warm space between her breasts... it was quite nice, truly.  However, he knew he should get out... and since he was apparently to slippery to pull, he had no choice but to... "Um... so-sorry about this, but I think it's the only way I can get out..." Put both hands solidly on her chest, and push himself up, separating the two of them.  "ohgoshthatissoft" he whispered to himself in a tiny voice, finally managing to stand.  "Ehehe... I guess... now we're even..." He scratched his cheek with one claw and gestured back at his wings, offering his other hand to the earthbound elephant.


 “Well… I dunno, you were more or less buried in the, ah, the girls, whereas I barely had hands on your wings, so… I feel like you might have to let me touch them again…” Susie joked, before remembering that she had, of course, basically propositioned her friend… if that’s what he was. Not that Susie would mind if somehow the friendship became… more… and there was that blush again! Time to change the subject. “Okay so… I feel like my nose is more or less under control now…” Just to be safe, she gave a trial sniff and she didn’t feel any tickle at all. Although sometimes her cold sneezes could come out of nowhere… “I guess we could keep exploring, if… if you don’t mind? Where to next?”

"Yeah! I'd like that.  Why don't we just... wander for a bit? We haven't really gotten much of a chance to just talk, you know?"

He wiped off as much of the snot as he could, flapped his wings a few times to rid them of the stuff as well, and pondering what she'd said... slipped an arm around her waist.  It felt comfortable there, and a smile grew on his face.  "So... that's how you sneeze, huh? It's quite something..." he took a peek at her trunk again, wondering at the size of it.  "Can I touch it? Is it... safe? Gosh, what must your room look like with a sneezer like that..."


“That sounds perfect.” Susie smiled. God she loved Xavier’s company… he didn’t even seemed too bothered by the fact that she’d basically drenched him in her, um, nasal… output. He even took an interest in her trunk. To be honest, as much as she tried not to let it bother her, Susie had always known that her trunk made some people… uncomfortable. After all, there was a lot of power packed in there, and when she sneezed, well… they really had gotten off light with that sneeze back there. Susie’s trunk was capable of a LOT more, although hopefully none of that would be on display any time soon… although, for all she’d laughed, she was beginning to worry about what that fortune teller had said… “I mean, yes, that’s how I sneeze… sometimes. But um… to be honest, that was kind of a little one, they’re usually bigger… like… MUCH bigger. And as for my room well… the bed’s nailed down so that tends to be alright, and the walls are heavily reinforced because… you know. But during allergy season I don’t even bother cleaning it, I know I’m just going to blow over another bookcase or send my desk flying into the wall. Let alone clothes, bedding… it gets crazy, I have to be honest.”

“Ummm… how about you? I mean, I know it’s unpredictable… but, um, are your sneezes ever… you know, dangerous?” Susie really was blushing now. For all that she was a confident elephant, proud of her species, she’d always been a little ashamed of how powerful her sneezes were, how they really were dangerous in the wrong setting. But it seemed like Xavier might be just the type to understand her feelings when it came to the ways of the nose…

"Well... let's just say there's a reason I tend to live way out in the mountains..." He rested his head against her shoulder for a moment, sighing.  "It can be dangerous, yes.  Particularly the fire and the lightning... and sometimes I just let out a huge blast of wind that can shatter windows and... -ahem- Well, generally mess things up.  We were lucky that I only got the acid and the ice so far tonight... those two are pretty manageable.  And..." He let his voice fade out, and they walked in silence for a few paces.  "And, they were... not so big.  That last one was pretty large, but the fire ones tend to be all over the place, honestly... it's nice to be able to talk to someone about this, who um... understands... at least, I hope you... do... -mumble-..." He gently held her trunk, scooping it up by the tip and letting it rest in his palm.  "Um, you didn't say no, so... just me holding it... I-it doesn't make you need to sneeze, does it?"

“Um… no, no, you can feel free to hold it, just stay towards the top yeah? My nostrils are pretty sensitive…” Susie was blushing like crazy now! There was something that felt… pretty good about having Xavier hold her trunk. It wasn’t quite sexual or anything but… to know that someone felt so comfortable with her trunk that he wanted to touch it and hold it was… nice. Definitely nice. “I’m surprised you’re so comfortable with it. Normally people are a little scared of my trunk because of… you know, what it can do… and yes, I totally understand… we can’t help it if our sneezes are sometimes a little… unmanageable, let’s say. Speaking of which, I hope you don’t mind me asking but, have you ever, you know, lost control? Of your sneezes? You know, somewhere you shouldn’t have?” Susie felt nervous, but it was a good kind of nerves—she’d never really swapped stories about her sneezes before, not with anyone outside of her immediate family, and it felt good… almost… intimate, in a way.

He stared straight ahead, and decided to speak candidly.  "You remember reading in the news about that huge forest fire up on Mt. Hokum? And how now the entire side of the mountain is still gray with ash? That uh... -his voice lowered here- that was me... I sneezed after I crash-landed while learning to fly with a backpack on into a field of hyacinths..." His hand had been creeping toward the tip- it was so cute and rosy pink, he just wanted to... to kiss it? Well.  That was... an interesting development.  Um... Hm... at any rate, he started to slide his hand away from that potential trigger, squishing it very gently and sliding up the smooth underside, all the way to her face, just... touching and enjoying the feeling.  "Wow, your trunk feels really good in my hannnndsssI mean... Uh..." Nope, there was really no way to recover from that.  He just blushed.  Hard.

“Wait that was YOU?” Susie said, shocked at first, “I mean… that was you?” Susie laughed a bit, trying to cover her awkwardness. “I mean I have no room to talk really…” Susie’s trunk curled ever so slightly, beginning to flex up and down. “And uh… I gotta say my trunk is pretty good hands, and they feel so niceImean… uhh… uhh…” Susie quickly tried to change the subject before she said a little too much about how good Xavier’s hands felt, how comforting and strong… “So, yeah, right, sneezes! Well uh you know how the high school just finished putting up that new science building? I may or may not have had a reaction to one of the chemicals we were working with senior year and… the old science building was more or less not useable after that, so… luckily my grandparents are filthy rich so we smoothed it over with the new building. But still… I don’t think they were sad to see me go…”

“Anyway,” Susie added, “You shouldn’t feel too bad about that Mt. Hokum thing… I mean if I managed to land in a whole field of hyacinths I feel like I’d blow a hole in the mountain! And you can’t help having allergies.” And speaking of sneezes, Susie trunk was starting tense up for less enjoyable reasons… there was some kind of scent on the air that was irritating her trunk ever so slightly. It didn’t feel like a sneeze yet, and Susie was enjoying talking so much… she just hoped that the itch would blow over before she had to blow…

Xavier had to stop stroking her trunk- it was starting to turn him on, much to his surprise.  Who knew a trunk could be so... wonderful? Or maybe it was because it was her trunk... at any rate, it wouldn't do for a public place, so he slid his hand back down her shoulder to her arm, and took her hand.  "Susie... do you want to go dance at the stage? I can hear some music being played somewhere over... there..." He gestured broadly to the left.  He knew there would probably be a lot of furs there, but he didn't want to let his nose control his life. They could go and dance and have a nice time just like anyone else, darn it! "I mean, you know, if you don't mind... a shorter partner... d-dance partner! Dancing.  W-with me." Smooth.  As.  Silk.

Susie smiled broadly. Dancing. Now THIS she could do! Although she missed the warmth of the hand on her trunk, she found more and more that she was looking forward to Xavier’s hands on other parts of her body… “Why, sir, I would love to dance… if you can keep up with me.” She stuck her tongue out and was just about to jog off towards the dance floor when she felt a sudden spike of irritation in her nose, and wrapped a strong hand around her trunk, giving it a few quick squeezes. But the irritation in her nose reminded her… “Um… Xavier, you know, there’s gonna be a lot of furs over there on the dance floor… you’re, um, sure your nose can handle it, right?”

He nodded his head confidently.  "Yes! I'm not going to let allergies ruin our evening.  Come on, Susie, let's go shake it! Haha!" he started to eagerly pull her along, well... as best he could with the size difference.  It did give her some time to look at that fine, fine piece of ass, though... with a nice strong tail swaying above it.  He stopped, considering something.  "Um... was that a subtle way of letting me know that -you- aren't going to be ok? Do I need to squeeze you again? Your trunk.  Squeeze... your trunk again?"

“Oh no… I’m fine I don’t need you to squeeze me… I mean we are going to be dancing so… but of course you meant my trunk, not… you know, me. Although if you did want to squeeze me I wouldn’t be… uh… let’s just dance, yeah?” Geez, Susie was so awkward today! This never happened to her but… hopefully the music would make everything easier. As long as nobody ran into her trunk… oh. She hadn’t thought about that. Sure, she wasn’t sensitive to fur—thank goodness, or she’d be up in the mountains with Xavier—but if someone’s fur so much as touched the tip of her trunk, with how sensitive it was now… well, Xavier had said that they weren’t going to let allergies ruin their evening, and Susie’s burgeoning cold wasn’t going to ruin things either. They were going to shake it, dammit! And Susie was gonna get squeezed!

…She looked around at Xavier, cheeks hot as she realized she’d said that last bit out loud… “So, uh… no more talking dance time now yay” She squeaked out, shockingly high pitched for an elephant of her stature, and with that she picked up and ran to the dance floor, to let her body do the talking that her mouth was now officially forbidden from participating in.

The dragon joined in enthusiastically, waggling his tail and flapping his wings to accent his dance moves, which might be described as smoking hot.  Susie, on the other hand, was busting out moves that could only be described as 'sick', her booty swinging to and fro and so on and so forth.  Xavier was very pleased to be here with her.  Of course, there was the problem of every single fur around them flinging their hairs into the air with each movement, especially as the band switched to a much faster song.  Those tickly little buggers were easily inhaled by the dragon, who held his breath as he realized that his nose was twitching quite a bit, now.  He managed to distract himself with Susie's quite pleasing form, and hope that she mistook his gasps of need for heavy breathing.  "H-hah... ah-AH... nn.. Eh... Hh-hehh..." His nostrils were turning a queer shade of purplish-pink now, and were quite visible...

Susie was on fire! The band had just switched to a faster song, and she was giving it all she had, busting out her best moves: taking her big round butt all the way to the floor and bringing it back up smooth and sexy, swinging her hips around like crazy, tail flying every which way, shaking to the music. And she couldn’t help but notice Xavier’s moves too, especially when he turned around and stuck out that nice firm bubble butt of his… in fact, Susie couldn’t help herself… she got closer and closer and started to dance up against that nice round butt, putting her hands on his hips and swaying together playfully. “So, uh, you having fun Xavier?” She asked, not taking her hands from his hips or, truth be told, her eyes from his rear…

"Y-yeh-hep! H-having a b-b-blas- I m-mean, a good tihhhhhiime!" he sputtered out, trying to avoid the word 'blast'... or 'sneeze' or 'explode' or anything to do with fire, for that matter.  He snuck a peek back over his shoulder at the elephant, who had grasped his hips, her touch warming his belly, to see if she had noticed his predicament- and saw that she was ogling his rear! Well... that settled it, she was interested in him... physically at least.  He wiggled his hips for her a little harder, and tried to control his nose by covering it with both hands as he extended his wings down and raised his tail up, which was quite the display... for a dragon, at least.  He wondered if she would enjoy it.  Unfortunately, one of the little spikes at the tip of his tail... pressed directly into her pink, swollen septum, sending a spike of irritation through her twitchy trunktip.  They were both on the edge of an eruption now, and neither knew the other was in trouble...

“Oh, yeah, I’m great…” Susie said huskily… she really was enjoying this. And if he wasn’t interested she could play it all off as a joke, but… hopefully there’d be no need to do that. And suddenly Xavier spread his wings, and Susie gave a happy contented sigh as she tore her eyes from his rear to ogle at his wings. “I’m having a great time too… oh!” Susie was suddenly interrupted by an intense tickle in her trunk… what had irritated her… and then she say Xavier’s tail. One of his spikes had set off an almost painful itch that was rapidly running from the tip of her trunk farther and farther up, making her trunk begin to flex and curl with irritation… But she couldn’t let on that anything was wrong, she didn’t want to ruin the good time they were having… but she didn’t want Xavier noticing her trunk. So… she let her body do the talking. In one smooth movement she circled around him, just barely flashing her twitched trunk at him, as she took the front position and slid her sizable round behind against Xavier. Luckily her body hid most of her trunk from him, as it curled up and up… oh wow that itch was really growing fast… “Y-you’re a r-r-really g-good d-d-daahhhhhh… d-dancer, Xavier!”

"Ah... Ah... Ah...!" Even Xavier wasn't sure if his little gasps were because of his increasingly disastrous allergic reaction, or because there was an enormous, tantalizing behind now grinding up against his male parts.  His let his trembling hands rest on her wonderfully curved hips, hoping that his arousal wasn't too noticeable as he rubbed his nose against his upper arm furiously.  His nostrils were comparable to quarters now, maybe even some sort of small fruit, and he felt fire forming in his throat.  Oh no... it was the worst possible kind! H-he was going to sneeze out a huge fireball if he couldn't control this.  But his head was tilting back, his muzzle was scrunching up... "A-AAahhHHhhahh... S-su-susiiiie... I c-cah... I g--guh gotta...!"

Susie was almost… almost distracted from the growing tickle in her nose by the SOMEthing she felt growing in Xavier’s pants… but then a flamingo danced by and a feather slid off and brushed the tickly tips of Susie’s nose. Oh god, her trunk was SO sensitive to feathers, even when she didn’t have a cold… she felt the itch in her nose quadruple just as she heard Xavier… she whirled around, all the enjoyment of the dancing instantly forgotten as she began to squeeze and rub her trunk… and as she saw Xavier’s predicament. “Oh! Xavier are… are you ohhh… okay…? Sh-sh-should I rub your… ahhhhhhhhh… hhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Again, Susie was beginning to lose control of her trunk, skirts beginning to sway in her breeze of her inhales… shit, this was going to be a big one… “Sh-should I rub y-your nose? It looks s-so ti-tickly… hhehhhhhhhhhh… hhhhAAAAaaahhHH… AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH…”

Little molten embers of flame were starting to drip from the dragon's nostrils, and he tried very hard to make sure they fell onto the ground, not onto anyone's clothing.  They weren't terribly hot, but it would still probably hurt a bit if Susie tried to rub his nose- of course, elephants had pretty tough skin, maybe she could... He nodded to her, reaching up with his shaky hands to squeeze that sweet spot on her trunk tightly.  "W-weh. h-hahve to hooo... OOhhhahhHHAHhh.... -gulp- H-hold it...!" god, but the itch! So much fur, so many furs wearing perfume, so many flowers in so many ladies' hair... it was completely overwhelming for the poor dragon! He couldn't even imagine how he was going to hang on...!

Oh, it felt SO good to have Xavier’s hand on her trunk, bringing down the torture of the itch… but it tickled so much… “Heehhhhhhh… hehehhhhhhhhhhHHHHhhhh… th-thanks Xav th-that feels s-so good you don’t e-even kn… knaaaaaahhhhhhhHHHHhh… AAAAAAaahhhhhhh… know!” her words were getting breathier and breathier as her trunk writhed and wriggled in Xavier’s strong grip. And for all Xavier’s hands were helping, she knew that the longer she held it back, the more it was going to grow… oh and it already felt like SUCH a big sneeze… or sneezes…

She brought her attention back to Xavier’s nose, where she saw tiny embers dripping from his nostrils. She almost forgot how much danger they were in, distracted by how… frankly, beautiful Xavier looked, tiny flakes of flame falling from his nose. But of course, that meant… a fire sneeze… she HAD to help him hold it back—now that she knew how huge Xavier’s fire sneezes could get, the last thing she wanted was to be responsible for the whole event burning down… but those nostrils looked hot… well… elephant skin was tough. “I-I’m gonnaahhhh… tr-try to h-help you h-hold b-back, okay?” Susie brought her hands to his nose and began rubbing gentle circles, just like Xavier had showed her. “Whoa that’s ah… that’s pretty hot there…” it wasn’t unbearable but it was a bit like holding a cup full of hot liquid, something more than pleasant warmth and less than painful heat… she just hoped that her fingers could hold out, and that his nose didn’t get any hotter...

"Suh-S-Susie, I gah... G-gotta h-hold it... I c-can't lose it, I just... I n-need to sneeze so b-buh-BAAHHH--hhHAHHHH..." he almost lost it right there, but with a herculean effort of will, and pushing forward against Susie's big, soothing fingers, he was able to stave it off for a bit longer.  "B-bad... I ... I th-think it'll be huge... I c-can't say if the f-feh-hehstival will be o-okay... I'm... I'm g-gonna turn away from you, Susie, do-don't worry, I won't h-huh-huhhhhrt you, I promise... Innnghhhk..." the dragon had a few tears leaking from his eyes, and he felt a stabbing, insistent itch shoot up between his eyes.  From this point on... there was absolutely no going back... it was coming.

Oh no… it looked like Xavier wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer… “Oh, tr-tr… try, Xav! I… ahhhhhhhhh… AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… B-but if you c-can’t hold b-back… it’s ohhhh… okay… s-s-sometime you j-just g-gotta… sneeeehhhhhhhhh… sneeeEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHH… HHHHEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…” Oh Susie’s trunk was going crazy, tears were starting to leak from her eyes, and she felt her nose filling full of congestion… her trunk was tickling like crazy. Oh! But if Xavier lost control… and turned away from her so he could sneeze… then he’d have to take her hands from her trunk… and then there’d be nothing to hold back Susie’s own sneeze. She’d lose control for sure, and the way her trunk felt, she wasn’t sure she could guarantee the safety of the festival either… and then, through her sneezy breaths, she tried to give a warning…. “Ehhh… shhhhhh… everybody! Ahhhhh… AAAHHHHHHh…  Outta the w-way! I… I gotta tickle in… in my tr-trunk and I gotttaaaaahhhhh… I gotttaahhhhhhhhhhhhh… I gotta sneeze!”

Even as she warned the crowd though, she rubbed still more intensely at Xavier’s nose, even as she felt the heat beneath her fingers growing and growing… she was still trying to avert disaster but… from the way his nose felt beneath her fingers… and the way her trunk itched and twitched… that might not be an option anymore...

He felt that boiling flame start to spill over, and wrenched himself away, all thoughts and even regrets gone as he was taken over by this overwhelming urge to sneeze... "AH... HH-HHHAAAHH... R-RUN! NAAAOOOW!" He bellowed a warning as well, a deep draconic growl that somehow seemed too loud for such a small throat.  His chest started to inflate as he gathered in deep breaths,  the sound of crackling flames starting to become audible, his chest glowing beneath his shirt.  "H-hHHAAAAAHH.... H-h-h-hRRRRRREEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH... G-G-G-GOING T-TO... SNEEEEEEEEEEZE...!!" He tried to see where he was aiming, and groped around behind him, making sure he could feel Susie- good, that's what really mattered- and then... "HHHHHRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.... HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH...
"RRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHUUUHUUHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAATCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRSHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! " A great WAVE of flame, no, an inferno, washed over a massive conical area before him, intense flames spraying from his nose and mouth, consuming the stage, catching the hem of people's clothes and generally setting EVERYTHING on fire... luckily most people had heeded the warnings, and those that hadn't were able to put out the fires on their bodies quickly, but the main square of the festival... was ablaze.


Susie watched in awe as Xavier’s nose exploded… she’d never seen anything like it, the enormous spreading wave of fire… in an instant he’d set practically the main square ablaze… and Susie was about to follow suit with a sneeze of her own… her eyes fluttered shut… her trunk was wriggling around… she felt the sneeze growing… and growing… and GROWING… oh geez this was going to be *massive*… her enormous breasts began to shake and jiggle along with her huge heaving breaths as her trunk curled up… and up… and up… and then, in a split second, she realized… she didn’t know where she was aiming… but by then it was too late.

“SSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLEEEEESSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Susie erupted with a colossally wet and messy sneeze. It felt ENORMOUS but she could barely see what had happened, through blinking eyes, as she felt herself gearing up for another truly Elephantine sneeze… and this one felt even BIGGER. Plus, she’d blasted all the congestion from her trunk with that first sneeze… the unimpeded blast of wind from her next was sure to be twice as devastating. She began sucking in low, heavy breaths, the kind that preceded her very biggest sneezes… “HHHhhhrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhh… rrrrreeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH…”

As Susie built up for her next sneeze, she saw that she’d blasted Xavier… again… along with about a hundred other festivalgoers. They were all drenched in the eruption from her nose, and most had been blown off their feet, some even blown away several feet… and if her last sneeze did all that, her next one was going to be a disaster… “hHHHHHHHhhhhRRRRRRRRR… HHHHUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH… HHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH… HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSHHHHOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Her sneeze blasted out, carrying with it wetness and mess, but mostly just a colossal gust of wind. Through bleary eyes, she saw tents collapsing, clothes blown away, even a few people picked up by the winds of her sneezes… and she still wasn’t done…

“I’m gonnaahahhhhhhhh… I’m gonnnnaahhhhhhhhhh… I’m gonna blloooowwwwwwWWWWAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSCCCCCCCHHHHOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAIIIIISSSSHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…” this was turning into a full-blown fit! Susie’s trunk was still tickling like crazy… and she knew, her and Xavier had to get out of there… praying Xavier was behind her, she began to wind up for one last, crazy sneeze, hopefully enough to rid her trunk of the itch, at least for a bit… she shut her eyes, let her face go slack, reared back as her trunk scrunched with every hitch of breath, before it exploded out ramrod straight with a sneeze that nearly blow SUSIE off her feet, much less the rest of the festival…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-CCCCCHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

That last one had blown the entire row of booths down into kindling and scrap wood, a massive cylinder of destruction that left a furrow in the very earth.  Much of the fires had been doused or blown out, at least, but some pieces of flaming wood had just been scattered.  Susie was staggering backwards after that last, tremendous explosion, but she fell right into Xavier's waiting arms.  Through her still-swimming eyes, she saw the world fall away, and heard a rush of air and the flapping of great, leathery wings.  Tucking his arms under hers, Xavier had hoisted her up- geez, he really was stronger than he looked- and together, they were sailing through the air, getting farther and farther away... hopefully, no one had seen their faces before the event, and they wouldn't remember with all of the panic... "I've got you, -sniff- Susie, don't worry... we're going to my home, so we can uh... get sorted out..." And what an experience- for an elephant to fly...!

Susie was amazed! She’d just unleashed that last enormous sneeze and then suddenly she was… flying? And if she thought Xavier’s wings were beautiful before… here, spread out under them, feeling him holding her tightly—well, there was WAY more to her little dragon than met the eye, that was for sure. “Whoa, Xavier… this is… this is AMAZING. And thank you… I didn’t know how I was going to explain to that crowd… my sneezes just get s-so big…” She blushed a little, for reasons she couldn’t quite discern, before she added, “And uh… so do yours…” She watched the ground spread out below them, just allowing herself to enjoy the feeling of flying for the first time. But she’d barely let herself relax into the feeling before her trunk started tickling… not again! Looks like she hadn’t gotten out all of her sneezes before Xavier had scooped her up… “This is… is… ihhhhhhh… hhhhiiiiihhhhhhhhh… hoboy… uhhhh…. l-listen, this is i-i-incredible b-but I… I still k-kinda h-h-h-hafta sn-sneeze agaaahhhhhhh… again!”

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Unarchived Stories / [F + Mature] Alice, Fruit Bat*
« on: June 04, 2014, 04:26:20 AM »
Alice was a frustrated fruit bat.  Spring had finally arrived, and while she relished the warmth, she hated the pollen, and she hated not being able to hide her body under a heavy coat any longer.  Yes, she was a bit of a shy girl.

Her long ears, pierced many times over, stuck out of a multicolored head of hair, dyed blue and purple at the tips, with her natural hair color of dark brown matching her short fur.  Inserted into the aforementioned ears were large earbuds- bigger ears, bigger buds after all.  If the eye followed the little white cords down, they would be drawn to her large, perky bust- amazingly high and firm, they gave her a nice shelf to rest her ipod on… but she didn’t like them.  They drew too much attention.

And, sometimes, when she sneezed… no, don’t think about it.  She shook her head from side to side lightly, crossing her legs as she lay on her bed, pillows propping her body up.  Her midriff was exposed, and she was wearing yellow bike shorts with a matching tube top, due to the heat in her room; a combination of sunlight and a heat buildup from electronics. 

“I wish I could open the windows…” She said softly, wishing for a cool breeze… but that would let the pollen in.  Her large nostrils twitched at merely the thought as she touched a hand to her broad, upturned bat’s nose.   Another thing to be embarrassed about… her giant nose.  Sure, she was a bat… but even then, it was pretty honking big!

As she was sighing and sketching idle lines on her tablet, curled up on her bed, the door opened, startling her into a little chirp.

“Hay gurrrrrrrl…” drawled Jason, a friend from down the road a bit.  She smiled at her with his hands in his pockets, tail wagging as canines tend to do, ears perked forward with interest.  His dark fur sort of absorbed the sunlight that touched him, and as he padded over to her she made a face at him.

“Jason! You’re supposed to knock! You scared me!”

“Dang it is hot in here, Ali!” The dog moved over toward the window, thinking to open it up.  “What, are you afraid I’m gonna catch you doing something…” Here he turned toward her and waggled his eyebrows, lifting the window with a ‘thump.’ “Naughty?” He whispered the last word, diving towards her onto her bed, coming to rest with his head propped up on both hands, a sleazy smile plastered all over his face.

Alice blushed, looking away and pushing his face away with her foot. “N-no! I just… don’t like to be startled.  And shut the window.”

“Bptpht!” Jason spat a bit as he got foot on his muzzle, lightly slapping at her legs with his hands.  “But it’s so hot! Look, even prudish Alice is wearing sexy clothing for once!” He flopped closer to her, resting his back on the wall and pulling her legs into his lap, touching the edge of her tiny shorts.

“Hey! Stop, th-that tickles… w-wait, s-s-sexy? I’m not… sexy…” She looked down at her huge rack and sighed sadly, spreading her toes and rotating her ankles as she enjoyed the dog’s touch on her legs.  “And close the window, I don’t care how hot you are!”

“Heh heh… yeah I’m very hot, aren’t I?” He retorted, jokingly running his hands down his chest. 

“Rrrgh! That’s not what I meant!” She puffed up her cheeks and pouted, huffing.  Her nose started to wriggle a bit as the still-open window allowed some pollen to drift into the room…
“Belly.” The canine began to rub the exposed bat midriff, staring intensely at it.  “Belly belly belly belly belly belly…” Alice squirmed on the bed and screamed, “Stop iiit! Eek! Ahaha-haah!” her gasps brought more pollen into her highly allergic nose, and she sniffled, feeling a tickle.

“Ugh… *Sniff* Jason,” She started to rub her big, upturned bat nose, the flat tip wiggling back and forth with the motions and her nostrils bending with the force even as they flared up.  “I s-said close the window! The pollen is g-going to make me snehh… Hh-heehHEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAACHHHEEEEEEEEEEEHW!”

She let loose a trademark giant sneeze through her restraining finger, blasting Jason with a mess of spray- her nose pretty much just shot straight ahead.  She geared up for another big one, being a fit-sneezer.  Not taken by surprise, now, she covered her nose with both hands and sneezed!

“H-HEEETTCHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIII! H-H-H-HEEEETTCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIEW!”  The bed shook violently beneath her, and she convulsed with the explosive releases, feeling her chest start to bounce… this was what she was afraid of.  When she sneezed, she sometimes… popped out, but both her hands were needed to contain the mess that would have coated her friend otherwise!

“Aw! Gross, Ali! That’s… uh… g-gross…” He started wiping at himself, but was quickly distracted as her desperate, helpless sneeze fit continued, and one large breast came free of her tube top, bouncing and flaunting a large, thick nipple, soft in the heat of the room. 

Jason licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry, as a smile came across him.  He idly watched as his sneezy friend kept going, hoping both of her girls were going to be set free.
“H-hiih… H-hi-iihh… h-h-h…” She hitched a few times, eyes lidded, nose an absolutely drippy mess, a few clear strands connecting to her hands.  Her nostrils were nearly as wide as a quarter, although they weren’t round like that- just widely flared slits at the tip of her bat snoot. 

“H-HIIITTCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSH! HATCHHHOOO!” There goes the other one! Be free!

Jason squirmed his way behind her, cradling her between his legs and against his chest.  One hand went to each big, soft boob and gave a light squeeze, beginning to rub them as well.
“J-jason, wh? H-HHHITCHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she rubbed at her nose fervently, trying to stop sneezing for just a bit…

The canine meanwhile took her long, supple ear in his teeth and began to drag his fangs over the sensitive skin, nibbling it and giving a few strong licks before whispering, “How long’s it been since you were touched like this…?”

They had fooled around a little years ago, but… Alice hadn’t realized he still looked at her this way.  She was going to object, but her nose had calmed down for the time being, and it did feel really nice…  she leaned back against him and sighed, allowing him to continue playing with her big breasts.  He put pressure on them, squeezed them, stroked his hands across the surface, and let his fingers lightly tease and pinch her nipples until they were swollen and hard, almost like gumdrops.  This went on for silent minutes, heavy breathing and an occasional squeak the only sounds.  Eventually, Alice grew a little bold… and more than a little horny, daring to ask…

“S-suck on them…?”

“But of course, my dear.” The dog clambered back to her front side and lay her down against her pillows, propping her up properly.  Then he leaned in, smushing his face into her cleavage and nuzzling her breasts, moaning with pleasure.  He used his hands to squeeze and to press her boobs together, creating a much better nuzzling zone.  Then he popped one of her thick, oh-so-lickable nipples into his mouth, and began to suckle on it, flicking with his tongue as he did so.  He pulled back, pushed in, and even nibbled lightly with his teeth, all of these actions making Alice groan.  She put one hand on the back of his head, pressing him more tightly against her tits, which quivered slightly with each movement due to their amazing size. 

Of course, it was at this point that the allergic bat needed to sneeze again… she hunched over him, panting, hand going to her nose.  She touched her nostrils lightly, rubbing at them and placing a finger against her septum… she hoped she could hold it in.

Her eyelids were fluttering, her breath silently hitching as she leaned over her oblivious playmate, the canine still engrossed in her bosom.  He was now tracing claws lightly over the orbs in various patterns, kissing rosy nipples, and generally burying his face as deeply between them as possible, making happy sounds.  Her chest shook and expanded as her lungs filled with air, but he hardly noticed a thing.

Her face said, ‘Hih… Hih… HIIHH…!’ mouth opening wide and soundlessly as she tried to conceal her need to sneeze.  Her fangs glinted in the afternoon sunlight, and her jaw trembled as it was forced open with desperation.

Suddenly she grabbed him, hunched over his back- he was pressed even harder into her chest-

“TSCHHHHHHHHHHHHIIII! Hih-TTTSCHHHHHHHHHH! HEH-TCH-TCHHH! Ah-hh-HAAATCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHU-uu!” She sent a barrage of spraying sneezes over onto his tail, her legs, her bed… she sneezed and sneezed.  Finally, a hand firmly clamped to her nose, she rolled out from under Jason and slammed her window shut.

“I said… to SHUT… the WINDOW!” she explained to the drenched mutt, who still looked to be in quite a happy place in his mind.

End.

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Unarchived Stories / [M] Highway Sneeze*
« on: May 30, 2014, 03:28:12 PM »
I wrote this dumb thing in like one minute.  I guess I'll share random sneeze smut.  It won't let me attach a file...? Hhhrrgh that won't stop me...

The elephant yawned, the endless miles falling away behind him as he drove.  His enormous trunk flipped through the radio stations, trying to keep his mind focused on driving.  It had been a mostly uneventful drive, but little did he know... something was about to happen.  The big, fleshy tip of his trunk flipped the switch over to external air, the pachyderm wanting to smell some fresh air instead of recycled cabin air.

A huge truck in front of him was belching smog and smoke into the air... it was sucked into the car's vents and blasted up his trunk.  "O-oh no... th-th... tha... that tickles... A ... a sneeze...!?"  He felt his breath hitching, taking in more of the contaminated air.  His trunk scrunched and swelled up in the small space, writhing around with its great strength... "H-HAAA-HH... HUUUAAAAHH...."
This was dangerous... he was on the highway...! Thinking quickly, he rolled down his window, knowing that his sneeze would demolish his car.  What he didn't think of was the fact that he was in the far right hand lane... uh oh...

Sticking his sneezy schnozz out the open window, he felt his chest give one last mighty heave- "H-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!" His muscles were straining against his shirt as a massive amount of air rushed in... "H-HHEEEEETTTTTTTTTTCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" To an elephant, the feeling of sneezing was divine.  Pushing out all of that itchy, sneezy feeling was all he could focus on. It was his entire world, and it made his trunk feel so good... but ...

The asphalt of the highway to his left was torn apart by the explosion, cars and their drivers flying, rolling along the ground and off the side.  The news would report it as a tornado briefly touching down- not that unusual in the southern states.  Only one car escaped from the massive pile-up... a hot blush searing his face as he mumbled apologetically and rolled up his window.  "S-sorry... h-had to sneeze..."

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Video Games & Anime / Monster Hunter 3: Ultimate [Wii U / 3DS]
« on: December 22, 2013, 04:27:28 PM »
Anyone want to play? :3

It's just such a fun game, and it can be really soothing at times and very exciting at others... need to go mine some ore? Just walk around in an awesome volcano, get the stuff you need-- Ohgodit'sDeviljhorunrunrunrunrunrunrun....

I guess I don't need to explain it, because if you play it, you know! X3

Sooo yes... anyone else a fan?

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Unarchived Stories / [F] Fits*
« on: December 21, 2012, 05:47:26 PM »
Just a short story I wrote on a whim.  It's intentionally vague, I leave the exact details of the character up to the reader; her pink nose tends to make me think of a feline, personally.

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Unarchived Stories / [F + Messy] ADVENTURE!*
« on: November 19, 2012, 05:11:47 AM »
So, this is a thing I wrote for a reason that I had at one time... and I thought I might go a bit longer with it, do some more... they'd be different, though.  Sort of like an episodic story...? The continuing adventures of Hilda XD.  Then again, maybe elephants are... getting a little old, and I should shoot for something else... predictability is dull, after all...

Maybe I'll just jump around to different people! It'll all be fantasy stuff though, and probably less sneezing more plot than this one.  This was just sort of... ... Yeaaahhh...  Not my best work, I feel.

First part contains mess.

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Today was a fine day.  The wind was rushing past her ears, and her blood pounded in her veins as she brought her axe slashing across in an arc, catching the buck across the chest-  but no, it leapt over the blade.  Thinking it was home free, it never even heard the whistling sound Hilda’s mace, clutched tightly in her magnificently muscled trunk, smashed down atop its spine, killing it.  The force of the blow crushed it against the ground, knocking up a cloud of dust as the rain-starved ground broke apart.  Taking in a deep breath, Hilda let it out in a sigh, feeling her rage slipping away.

“*SSSSNNIIIFFFFFF--* Ahhhhhh…! I’ll be eating a fine meal tonight!” She said to no one in particular as she scooped up the deer, slinging it over her shoulder and putting her weapons away.  She was tall, broad, and brawny, with a big chest that she kept contained in two shaped iron cups with leather padding and straps- the leather would turn away a small blade, and if she were struck with an arrow, it likely wouldn’t be able to penetrate her armor and her own naturally tough hide.  Her armor covered her belly, forearms, and thighs- leaving her mobile.  The best defense was not getting hit, after all.  She was very satisfied with her kill.

Then, she felt the strangest little tingle deep inside her trunk…

“*Sniff* Hh… Ah! Damn drought, making it so d-dry… I’ve gone and got d-duh… d-dust up there again…”  This was a fairly common thing for her, especially recently- with such a big trunk, she inhaled a lot of things she shouldn’t and sneezed nearly every day.  She hated dust in particular, though, because it made her feel sniffly for hours.  Her trunk would be twinging, wiggling, and tingling all day; it would culminate in a terrific frenzy of a sneeze, which would probably blow down some trees if she were still in the forest.  But she was heading into town, to sell off the extra meat, the rack, and the leather from this catch…

“Hope I can *Sniff* Control myself…” Her trunk scrunched up and as if it were some crustacean trying to protect itself by retreating into a shell, curled into a tight roll that rested between her breasts.

“Ugh, gods damned trunk, you never do what I w-wa… w-w… hhh…” She took a moment to concentrate and take a breath…
“What I want.  I need to carry all this, I need my tru…hhhh-hHH-HHUU…” She shook her head vigorously from side to side and squeezed her trunk with one hand, the other still holding the buck.  The flesh depressed beneath her strong grip, and the tip wriggled a bit as the growing sneeze was cut off, sending waves of unpleasant, burning tickles in both directions.  There was a brief moment when she thought she would sneeze then and there- but she held it back, and didn’t.

“Hhhhaaahhh… that’s better.” She put the four pheasants she’d caught earlier in her left hand, and picked up her money pouch with her trunk… but then thought better of it, and switched the deer to her trunk, curling the appendage around its broken neck and slinging it over her shoulder.

She’d only gone a few hundred paces toward town when the itch returned in full, aggravating force! It flashed through her trunk like a wildfire, widening her nasal passages and making them drip as her body tried to quell this tremendous tickle inside her!  Her eyelids started to flutter and she grit her teeth, but nothing could stop those nostrils from opening from dark slits to black, snorting holes, gaping wider and wider, sucking in and pushing out air and ruffling the fur of the dead deer.

“Oh n-noo… no…! M-my de-de-deer… I… I can’t…” She tried to scrub her desperate nose, but the long organ’s tip was out of place and she simply couldn’t reach it… in addition, when she needed to sneeze this badly, her trunk was almost entirely out of her control.  It started wiggling around over her head, under her arm, squirming down and burrowing into her cleavage- the deer flopping back and forth all the while.

“I… C-can’t… hang on… Nnnnnooo…” She took in a deep, huffing breath, chest puffing out and meaty tits rippling-
“H-hhHhHhUUUUUHHH… HH.. HAAAHH…!” She couldn’t bear it any longer.  She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing out a single tear, and bid good-bye to her dinner.
“HHHHEEEEAAAAAASCHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

She shut her mouth, grit her teeth and let out a volcanic sneeze, throwing her bulk forward a step as her trunk absorbed the recoil of the devastating explosion and crinkled up, blasting the deer far, far into the air, out of sight… the accompanying storm of air shredded a hole in the canopy of the forest, branches ripped off the trunks of the trees and tossed away. 
“*Snif, snuffle…*” Rubbing her trunk back and forth to force out any last bit of sneeziness, Hilda frowned, brow wrinkling and eyes staring daggers at her trunk.  “Gods damned trunk…”
Now, she would have to go to town and try to earn money some other way… fighting, most likely.  That always worked for her; she never lost a fight.  Being able to use three weapons really helped on that front.  Especially since her trunk was much stronger and more flexible than her arms.

She couldn’t see it, because her trunk was dangling in front of her now as she plodded down the path, but her nares were red, and irritated… extra sensitive.  There was a red flush starting to creep up the underside, too… she scratched at it absentmindedly.  She had no idea that she’d picked up a sort of infection… a fungal one that could be considered a severe allergy.
She was sniffling more and more as she approached the town, and she had a few false starts, great, dramatic hitching affairs that left her breathless… “H-heh…HHH..HEEEHH..ha-ah.. eh.. HEEEEH… hh.. hhahh… HAH-AHAAAAHHH…!” But then, she had always been able to squeeze her trunk tightly, and rub it along its length, suppressing the urge.  Finally, she arrived in town, sniffling constantly and with wide, WIDE nostrils… a man’s fist could easily fit inside one of the damp, cavernous openings.  She had to sneeze… she had to sneeze so badly.  But she kept one hand tightly clamped to her trunk, keeping it under control, keeping the stinging, tickly feeling from igniting in her nasal cavity into a massive sneeze that would come, rushing down her trunk, relieving her itch… every moment she delayed, her trunk grew more irritated, more bothered… it was making it start to run.  She was embarrassed, walking down the road with her trunk starting to drip onto the ground… but there was nothing she could do, aside from sneeze.  It would feel so good… “Hhhhahaahhh…” She couldn’t help it.  Just the thought of letting out a big, tickle-availing release was too much.  She sneezed, turning her head to the left as she did so- her long, irritated, dripping trunk just couldn’t handle anymore, and as one last drop of mucus trickled its way down her snout, she released.

“H-H-H-HEEEEEIIIISCHHHHHHHHHHIIIISCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” It was a wet, spraying sneeze that let loose a burst of mucus- it felt wonderful.  It was relieving- for just a brief moment.  Then the tickle overtook her again.  She tried to cover her trunk (The first sneeze had scattered some poor fellow’s firewood all over their yard), and she hitched and struggled, trunk growing wetter and wetter…

“HEH-AH… AH… AHhhhhHhHhIIiiiH! HIH! H.. Eh.. Ih… HEEEEEEEEEEEEETCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUU!” A wet, warm splatter leapt from her red, sore trunk; gaping nostrils disgorging quite a lot of mess as it twitched and writhed.  She couldn’t control herself, and she sneezed a wad of gunk onto a passing man’s pants, soaking them and leaving a glistening trail in the air from her trunk to his knee.

“*SNIIFFFF…* Hehh…” The man was about to protest, but when he saw that the gigantic elephant woman was about to let out another sneeze, he just booked it away.  She clapped her palm to her trunktip, smushing her nostrils and trying to hold in both the flood of snot that she just couldn’t help but leak out when her trunk was very tickly, and also additional sneezes.  She was in the town proper now, and she just couldn’t be sneezing all over everything.

“Wh-what’s making me snehhh… sneeze so badly!? *SNORK*”

Her trunk was very red now, very red indeed… but she suppressed the urge for the moment, though it burned in her trunk all the while.
“*Sniff* So… who thinks they got what it takes to beat a woman in a fair fight?” She was in the tavern, accosting the biggest, toughest-looking men.  “You lose, you give me your purse.”
One man called, ‘what do we get if we win? Your purse?’

To this, she tugged on her armor just a bit… revealing the tops of her areolae, teasing them with the promise of her nipples capping her large, succulent breasts.
“No, boys… you win, you get a night with a barbarian woman.  And I can go all night…”

This inflamed their desires, and she grinned.  Suckers.

“Right, fights are to knockout, weapons allowed… No blades.”

Taking it out into the road, they stood in a circle.  The first challenger stepped up, boasting of his strength and using only his fists.  Perhaps he thought to grab at her chest under pretense of grappling… she drew her mace and held it in her trunk as usual, making fists with her hands.

It was over in mere moments; he charged her like a mad bull.  She simply snorted with laughter, caught his fists in her own and bashed him over the head with the ball of her mace.  He crumpled, and she unhooked his money purse. 

“Tch.  Only a few coppers? Neh… n-next.”

She would have easily beaten this next one, too… except that he was a dirty fighter.  Thinking to blind Hilda, he scooped up some dust from the road and flung it up toward her face- a large portion of it catching in her trunk, of course- with nostrils the size of oranges from her constant sneezing, how could she not breathe it in? She staggered as a bolt of flame shot up her nose.
“Uh…” Seeing this as a moment of weakness, the man charged in, brandishing a club.

The poor fool.

He did manage to get in a few hits- much to Hilda’s eternal shame.  But, her flailing trunk soon knocked him down- though not out- as she started losing her tenuous control over it.
“H-hEH.. G-gonna… ah… n-no! G-geh.. get up… r-ruhh… run… I… I gotta..”

‘She’s gonna… sneeze!’ they were saying.  ‘That big elephant’s gonna sneeze!’

And it would be a giant one… or maybe more.  It could be a fit, the way she was feeling… like she had an unrestrainable force trapped inside her trunk, pushing against her control, begging to come out.  She held on as long as she could, but with her nose as irritated as it already was, there was almost no chance.  She had to sneeze.  She HAD to.  Her whole being was focused on the burning sensation in her trunk, all of her control shattering as it finally spiked, and her trunk lifted into the air- still clutching the mace- and flailed as she took in air to fuel the explosion.
“HHHhggg… HH… HUUUH… H.. EH… h… cc-c-c-c-can’t contruh… cont.. G…
 
AH…AEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIISCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Sneezing through her trunk with all her might, she sprayed a burst of fluid into a cloud in the air in front of her, and propelled her mace into the tavern- it struck a support beam, and combined with the massive windstorm that followed, the tavern could not withstand the blows.  The man she was fighting was crushed by the pressure and knocked unconscious.

“HEEh—EEEEESCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! K-KAAATCHHHHHHHHHH’UUUUU!”

“A-AAEEH… HH… HIH...”

She tried to hold her sneeze in… she really, really did… this was the one that knocked the tavern down.  She failed.

“AAAAAAHAAAAAHHHHCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!”

She fell to the ground, panting… rising to one knee, she quickly snatched up the dirty fighter’s purse, and started on her way out of town, trying to stem the tide of sneezes that followed… her explosions could be heard long into the afternoon as she returned to her camp in the wilderness.

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