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Unarchived Roleplays / Re: [M + F Mature + Explicit] Fire and Ice
« on: October 09, 2016, 05:01:50 AM »
Hee!  That was a lot of fun to read!  I hope we see more of those two real soon =P

Hello, my lovelies!  First off, a big jackalope hug to Mr. Ticklynoses who helped me write this story which is part three of my ‘Musk’ series, following “You Get What You Pay For” and “You Get What You Pay For Again”.  I do hope you enjoy! Cheers! =P

I don’t really consider myself to be an actual artist, per se.  But that doesn’t mean I don’t hold a great appreciation for art itself.  I like to think that I’m a fox with a keen eye for recognizing artistic talent in others - at least when it comes to ‘Performance Art’.  Oh sure, others might call it sex, fucking, yiffing, pleasuring, grinding, or what have you.  But here at Musk, pleasures of the flesh are genuinely an art form.  And the courtesans of Musk are masters of the craft.  I guess that makes me a patron of the arts.

Of course, master artists aren’t born that way.  Their skills must be honed, their talents must be shaped, and most importantly their eyes must be opened to the world that sex is more than just lube and rubbing parts together.  If that’s all you want then take your tail down to the nearest strip club and shove some money in a thong.  Here at Musk, the escorts are artisans of pleasure and understand that foreplay and fetish are just as important as climax and cum.  But like any true master craftsman, they must be trained hard.  Very hard. 

Today, by special invite, I’m being given an opportunity to watch and observe.  To see how one takes a simple lust-filled toy and turns them into an artist of pleasure.  So here I am, sipping merlot and sprawled out comfortably on this plush settee in a bedroom that’s not mine and doing the best impersonation of ‘patient’ I’m capable of.  I know that today's ‘recruit’, as it were, is being given a lesson in a fetish of my personal favorite.  My cock is already tingling just thinking about what’s in store for him.

I was told to come and make myself at home, so I did just that - showing up here in my most comfortable outfit.  Sometimes I don’t know why I even bother putting on a shirt since I just leave it unbuttoned anyway.  And these cotton wrap pants?  I love them!  The cling to me in all the right places and yet are still roomy enough to - shall we say, ‘accommodate’ me when things get yummy.  Jeans?  Yuck.  Sure they may look nice on my legs and ass but I’ve learned the hard way not to wear constrictive clothing here.

Speaking of yummy, our padawan should be arriving soon.  In the meantime, let me acquaint you with the hot piece of wolf standing opposite the bed over there.  That is Ashton.  And no, Ashton is not a courtesan.  Though with that muscular frame he’s got, he would certainly command a hefty price - one I’d pay in a heartbeat.  Sorry, I digress.  Ashton is what you might call the welcoming committee for new recruits.  He’s one of many here at Musk, but I’m told his technique and skills are particularly impressive.  I certainly hope so.

The door opens, revealing a rainbow of neon husky fur.  He bounces in the room with a wide grin and spring in his tail that seems to be consistent with all of his breed.  He’s got the body of a swimmer and the ass of a high school cheerleader.  Honestly, I’ve never cared much for neon fur highlights but I must admit he wears them well.  Streaks of purple and pink race up and down his back and sides.  He’s got on a pair of neon yellow and pink spandex boishorts and a slightly too big tee shirt with the words ‘Boner Garage’ diagonal across both sides.  He’s got his hair died a shade of neon teal that sets off his eyes well, but wearing it flopped to one side like that is still pretty hideous.  He stops and briefly looks confused before turning towards me and flashing an electric smile.

“Haaaaiiii~,” he giggles.  “I’m Driskel!  It’s so fabulous to meet you,” he prattles on with his tongue flopped out to one side, extending a limp wrist out for me to shake or kiss.  I smile back at him in silence.  He’s cute, no doubt.  And that ass of his is enough to confuse even the straightest of men.  Well done, sweetie.  You’ve got my cock’s attention.  I motion with my finger for him to turn around, which he does, thinking I want a better look at that ass.  Which I do, but also there’s a grizzled wolf on the other side of the room looking a bit impatient. 

As soon as Driskel turns around and sees Ashton glaring at him from the darkened corner, he starts his whole greeting routine all over again, like someone hit the reset button on his game.  Ashton doesn’t take his limp paw either.  Instead he throws a pink collar on the bed with the word ‘Dish’ embroidered on it.

“Shut your dick hole and put that on!  You’ll speak only when I ask you a question.  The only two names you will care about anymore are ‘Sir’ and ‘Master’!” 

Ashton circles him like a predator, barking at him like a puppy getting his ass chewed out.  It’s difficult to tell from this angle whether the husky was quite prepared for this kind of reception but from the looks of his nervous tail I’d say probably not. 

“From here on out your name is ‘Dish’!  You like that name, don’t you?  You love it!  Tell me how much you love it!”

‘Dish’ flips his teal bangs out of his eyes and shrugs, “I mean it’s okay, I guess - I mean, like, if you like it then sure, but it doesn’t really go with my usual…”

*SPANK!*  Ashton’s paw comes across Dish’s ass so hard it makes me flinch in my seat, leaving a tingling sensation across my tummy and also in my groin - though, admittedly the second one could be from how it made Dish’s balls wiggle from the sheer impact.  The husky’s face is a chaotic mix of shock, arousal, and shame all at once.

“Did I ask for your opinion, Dish?  I asked you a simple question.  It has a simple answer.  Now do you love your new name?”

He nods, at first at a loss to remember how to speak.  Finally he chokes out, “Y-yes.”

*SMACK!* Ooohh~  That ass is gonna get sore quick at this rate.  I’m licking my lips, wondering if Ashton gives any private lessons. 

“Yes, WHAT?” he barks right up in Dish’s face, eliciting a whimper and folded ears from him.

“SIR!  Yes, sir!  Y-yes sir, master!  Sir!  I… I l-love my new name!  S-sir!”

“Damn right!  It’s the best damn name in the world.  You love it.  You’re going to wear it.  Every damn day!  You are not to take this collar off under any circumstances.  Only I can take this collar off.  You will wear it every day because you love it, isn’t that right, Dish?”

There it is - that split second of indecision on his face.  The dawning comprehension of what he’s just been told.  No matter where he goes or what he does within the confines of Musk or outside taking a stroll in the park or visiting his mother, he has to keep wearing this thick, bright pink collar for everyone to see.  He whimpers again, looking desperate.  “Well, I…”

*SPANK!*  “I asked you a simple question, Dish!  The next time you open your dick hole you better give me the best damn answer you can or I am going to severely tear this bubble-butt ass of yours up!  Now, you’re going to wear this collar every day because you love it, isn’t that right, Dish?”

“Y-yes, sir,” he nods, biting his bottom lip and slowly curling his tail up underneath his legs.  Oh, he may look pathetic and whimpery, but that throbbing bulge in the front of his spandex shorts tells a whole different story. 

Holy balls.  I honestly have no idea which one I want to fuck more right now.  And we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.  Twice my paw has tried to reach down and rub my sheath out of reflex before I caught myself and grunted in frustration.  In truth, I think my poor cock is confused.  Usually by this time he’s getting a lot of attention and petting.  I tell him to try to be patient.  Try to understand the ends to this are going to justify the means.  But he continues to argue with me, stretching up and trying to poke through the fabric of my cotton wrap pants, demanding to be petted.  This is going to be rough.  I better pour myself another glass of merlot.

Meanwhile, Ashton continues to circle Dish, looking him up and down like a piece of sirloin.  Every time he comes around front and makes eye contact, the husky shivers a bit more and his crotch flexes.  The twitching bulge does not escape the wolf’s gaze.  He thrusts his paw down the front of the husky’s neon shorts and and applies a firm grip that is just shy of painful.

“I better not have to tell you that cumming without my permission is a serious offense, do I?”

Dish shakes his head and gives a muted whine, somewhere between worried and excited.  Ashton firms up his grip for emphasis as Dish’s eyes widen in surprise. 

“Good boy.  Because the same goes for that muzzle of yours,” he growls, leaving Dish with a befuddled tilt of his ears. 

Ashton grunts and steps over beside the bed, pulling out a small bag.  Dish watches anxiously as Ashton searches the bag and pulls out an assortment of feathers.  He selects an enormous ostrich feather with thick plumage.  My cock practically jumps out of my pants at the sight of this thing and at the thought of what he’s about to do with it.  Ashton turns to Dish who’s looking at the feather with a curious, eager expression.

I watch with rapidly swelling anticipation, my breath throbbing in my chest as Ashton steps right in front of the nervous looking husky and waves the long fluffy ostrich feather in front of his face like a hypnotic charm.

“Now, be a good Dish and stand still.  For the sake of your own ass, you better not sneeze on me.  Dish?  Are you listening?  So help me, if you sneeze on me without permission - I’m gonna spank those buns of steel into ground beef!”

Dish gulps audibly.  Dawning comprehension splashes across his face.  His tail gets bushy and tense.  His eyes expand and as his ears twitch.  The long, dainty tendrils along the feather’s shaft get closer and closer to his nose.  I’m leaning in so far, I’m practically falling off my chair. 

The husky’s nose, sensing imminent danger, begins to twitch and recoil, distancing itself from the approaching tickles, wrinkling his muzzle.  At the first caress of the feather’s plumes dancing across his nose, I watch with rapt attention as his left nostril engorges itself, flaring out and quivering.  Ashton moves the feather slowly back and forth across Dish’s snout, taking his time.  I’m salivating.  My ears turn sharply towards the first whimpering rasps of hitched breath as Dish tries his best to obey his master.  Ashton takes the feather and stretches it out, slowly dragging the wispy edge of the fluff over the trembling, moist nostrils on Dish’s snout.  Dish’s eyes start blinking rapidly, his breath gets more and more difficult to control.

Ff-fffggghh.. Hhh… *g-g-gaa-ssp*  heehhhhh-GEHHH!..  *sniffle*  hhhihhhh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h…

Oh, rookie mistake!  I giggle to myself.  Never sniffle like that when the feather is right on top of your nostrils.  You’ll just inhale all those tiny bits of feather into your nose and make everything so much more tickly inside.  I can see by the sudden expression on Dish’s face he just figured that out for himself.  I guess I don’t have to tell you how badly I want to touch myself right now.  My right paw is almost shaking with desire and, yep - it looks like I’ve gotten pre all over my new cotton pants.  Oh well.  I’m surprised they stayed clean this long to be honest. 

I look up and swallow hard, trying not to drool on the carpet.  Ashton is just standing there, right in the line of fire, his eyes deadlocked on Dish with a stoic expression.  I can’t tell from here if he’s hard or not, but Dish on the other paw - his cock is certainly testing the limits of the fabric of those shorts.  His nose is dribbling all over his muzzle, poor thing.  I bet he wants to sneeze so badly.  All those tingles and itches in that wrinkled, spasming muzzle of his.  He blinks more tears from his eyes and tries to hold out a little longer as the feather makes another pass over his flexing nostrils.

Hhhihhh-h-h-h-h.. Nnggggeehhhhhh-h-h *gasp!*  Heeeh!..  *SNIFFLE* I c-c-can’t hhhihihheeehhhh-h-h-h  I… *sniffle* I h-have t-t-to hhh *GASP!* I h-have to sneee…  geehhh…  EEHHH! *G-GAASSP!!*

I watch with dilated pupils as Dish’s eyes start to roll back in his head and his muzzle throbs and contorts on his face, the first cracks in the dam starting to show.  I’m genuinely surprised he’s lasted as long as he has.  My cock is so hard I doubt there’s any blood left anywhere else in my body.  Ashton just keeps looking at him with one eyebrow raised, all but daring the sniffling husky to give in to those sneezy urges.  He’s so close, the mess would be all over his face and ears and neck and…  Fuck, this is not doing my painful boner any favors.  My heart is racing now.  I can feel the tension in Dish’s voice as he pleads for mercy - no doubt thinking about the punishment his ass is in for if he slips.

Pppfff.. Geh.. *wet sniffles* p-please..  S-s-sir.. I.. Hihh..  I c-can’t… ihhhh… HEhh.. Oh, shi…  hihhh.. EHHHH-HHEEHHH!!  Hiii’ch*****NXF!  Gheehh… *SNIFFFLE!*  Oh no, p-please d-don’tt.. Hhhh..  EEHH!!  Hiiiii’TCH***********NXKK!  *Snort!* Oh, it t-tigggglessss!   HHEEH-N*********XXXGG!  *sniffle* S-Sir… p-please d-don’t t-tiggle my nose I c-can’t I.. I c-can’t… hhhh-EHHH!  *GAAASSPP!!*  GAAAAHHH-SSPLLTCCHHIEEEEWWWWW!!

Oh, fuck me there he goes.  My cock lurches hard in my pants, tugging at the fabric.  I feel pre drooling down my thigh.  I’m almost surprised I didn’t cum paws-free right then.  All those stifled sneezes.  And then that monster release.  I’m panting - actually panting from all that.  I’m not sure how much more of this I can take before my sanity snaps.  But Ashton is far from done with this husky.

The wolf slowly opens his eyes, globules of snot sliding off his face and ears.  Dish looks genuinely worried and slinks back.  Tail tucked.  Ears back.  Head down.  The look in his eyes says he wants desperately to apologize and make amends.  Ashton curls his lip into a snarl that makes Dish’s tail bush out.

“Dish!  I told you no sneezing without my…”

GEHH!… HHEEH-SSSSHIEWWWW!!  HHHEEHH-CCHIEWWW!!  HHHIIIIIH-SSCCHHIEWWW!!…  *sniffle* GAAH!  OH, SHIT!  S-S-SIR!  I..  I’m so sorry!  It - the feathers.. M-my nose it.. I..  I didn’t mean - No, wait!”

Of the three of us in the room, I’m not sure which of us was more startled by Dish’s second volley of sneezes.  I watch with amusement as Ashton wipes his face off with one paw and grabs Dish by the scruff of his neck with the other, spinning the hapless husky around and exposing that delicious, round ass of his. 

“NO!  *SWAT!*  Bad puppy!  *SPANK!  SMACK!*  You know better than that!  *SMACK!  SWAT!*”

I take another sip of wine and murr, licking my lips as Ashton ‘punishes’ Dish.  The husky’s throbbing erection looks like it’s about ready to burst.  A feeling I know all too well at the moment, as my own sex twitches each time Ashton’s paw grazes that ass of his. 

I’m panting again like a bitch in heat, which is exactly how I feel.  I shrug off my shirt and try to fan my fur, get some air.  I’ve been edged and put through orgasm denial before, but I was always tied up.  Now the only thing stopping me from pleasuring my own flesh is me.  And right now I’m so hard I could play baseball.  It dawns on me, watching Dish’s ass get hammered by that wolf’s paw, some of the whines and whimpers I’m hearing are probably coming from me.

“Dish!  Disobedient puppies lose the right to wear clothes!” Ashton declares as he rips the t-shirt and neon underwear off him revealing a rather impressive cock for such a petite husky. 

My eyes nearly pop out of my face.  I’m so horny right now, that husky’s cock, glistening with pre, beckons to me like a succulent lollipop made of pure ambrosia.  I must hold out longer, but at this rate I’m genuinely starting to wonder if it’s possible to get dehydrated from leaking this much pre.

“Dish!  Pay attention!  If you want to earn the right to wear clothes again, you will obey!  Understand?”

The naked husky nods, sniffling and then looking on in fright as Ashton opens a pepper shaker and dumps its contents in a gray, dusty pile on the end of his nose. 

Oh, fuck me!  I turn and bite down into the fabric of the chair, crawling all over it as my cock somehow finds a way to get even harder than it was already.  I whimper softly as I turn back and force myself to watch in a fascination of raw sensual overload as Dish scrunches up his face, bites his lip and tries with all his might to resist the burning itchy tingles as the pepper creeps its way into his trembling nostrils.

Dish’s nose begins to twitch and wiggle involuntarily, getting more and more messy as more fluid drips out.  His chest quivers, trying to suck in a might gasp to forcefully expel all of the irritating pepper from his nasal passages. 

Geeekkkkxx…  nnppf… *SNRRRK!*  heepp.. Pf.. Hhh.. *g-g-geeeeaassp*  hhhih… gehhhnngehh…

Dish and I both turn our gaze towards Ashton, pleading with him silently to please show some mercy and let the poor boy sneeze before his nose explodes!  I’m just as tense as Dish is, watching him struggle and try to keep the burning itches from burrowing back into his sinuses.  He grits his teeth as his lip starts to curl and his nostrils begin to expand and undulate.  Oh for fuck’s sake, he can’t last much longer!  My balls ache just seeing him like this!  Ashton leans over and whispers in Dish’s ear.

“Very good, pet.  You may sneeze one time and only…”


My jaw hits the floor.  And I’m pretty sure that pathetic, girly whine came from me too.  I pull out the waist of my wrap pants and look down to confirm my suspicions.  I see my very angry looking dick staring back up at me and screaming to be let out.  The fur on my inner thighs is completely soaked in precum.  And I could swear my balls actually look swollen.  I’m trying not to hyperventilate, to not get dizzy and lightheaded.  But after that display I’m almost seeing stars in front of me. 

Ashton actually flinched and jumped back a little - totally surprised by the violence of Dish’s reaction.  No wonder with all that pepper lodged in his nose!  I’m ready to applaud the boy’s efforts and treat him to the finest ass hammering he’s ever had.  But lo, Ashton is still not done.  I clutch anxiously at my ears and tail and try to hold on a little longer.  My balls are straining so hard, I can see bits of semen leaking out along with the pre at this point. 

Ashton growls at Dish in protest, causing the sniffling husky to squeal and jump back.  The wolf turns in a huff and retrieves a different feather from his toy bag.  This one is long and thin, looking more like a quill and less like the fluffy plumage of the ostrich feather.  Dish watches all this with wide, large eyes, waiting for his instructions.  I watch with the same expression on my face as well.

Ashton steps to the side and takes off his belt, snapping it against his paw with a crack that makes me and Dish both flinch.  He drops and steps out of his jeans and boxers, letting his cock flop out.  How he does not have a raging erection like everyone else in the room, I will likely never understand.

“Dish, on you knees.  Show me what that mouth of yours can do.”

For the first time since he entered the room, the husky’s tail wags.  Finally getting to wrap his lips around some thick wolf cock - well, I mean who wouldn’t wag?  Eagerly he cups one paw around Ashton’s heavy balls and the other encircles the base of his knot, massaging and working him hard while his very practiced mouth slurps down on that thick, musky shaft.  He stops wagging when he remembers the feather.  His eyes pounce on it, following it around with large pupils.  He watches as the tip of the feather slides gently into his right nostril, pressing in deeper and deeper, causing his entire muzzle to quiver and shake.

“Who said you could stop sucking, Dish?  This dick ain’t gonna suck itself.  Now keep going!” Ashton proclaimed while twirling the feather in Dish’s nostril.

The husky sniffled wetly and gave a whimper of ascent trying to ignore the effects of the feather on his already hyper-sensitive, twitching nasal cavity.  The tip of the feather works its way back further and further until the tip of the delicate tendrils began to tickle and teases the back ares of his sinuses.

Hhhhhgg-geehh!  *slurp!*  *sniffle* hhhhhh..  HHHRRREEEESSHMMMMMMPPFFFFFFF!!

My pants are off.  There was no way I could remain clothed after seeing THAT!  That choice piece of husky ass sneezing with his mouth full of wolf cock?  My balls are practically screaming in pent-up pain.  Fuck trying to hold out any longer.  It is time for Daddy to sample the goods. 

Ashton either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about the naked fox waltzing up behind his trainee.  Speaking of behinds - I place both paws on Dish’s ass and lift him up on all fours with his mouth still firmly wrapped around Ashton’s cock.  Fuck me, I’ve sampled plenty of ass in my day, but this one is truly something special.  I’ve never seen such round, tender, yet firm flanks before.  I’m guessing three maybe five hours a day on the stairmaster to achieve perfection like this.  Part of me wants to just keep massaging and petting it, listening to the way he moans and whimpers every time my paw drifts under his tail and over his balls.  Oh, Dish.  I’m going to have to sample you again someday real soon. 

Meanwhile the feather continues to take its toll on Dish’s nose.

Nnggehhh-h-h-h-hh.. *s-snifff-ffle*  hehh… *lick lick s-suck lick*  geehhh… *g-gasp!*  HHHRRRRRPPPTCCHMMMBBLTT!! Hihh.. EEHH!  HHHHHEEH-SSHHMMPFFFFFFF!!  GAAHH-TCHHMMMMBBLLTTFFF!!…  *sniffle*

Holy balls, if I don’t cum soon I’m gonna lose my mind.  With my cock already slathered in my own precum, I grab Dish’s tail and slide my flesh into his.  His ass fits me like a silk glove as I hear him lurch and dribble his own pre on the carpet.  I make no illusions of my intentions, slamming myself in like a wild jackhammer.  He takes me without complaint, working Ashton’s cock so well, I can see the surprise in the wolf’s grizzled eyes just how fast he’s approaching climax.  A little too fast it seems.

I look up in a blissful haze and see Ashton growling, “No w-wait, slow down - slow DOWN. Ah, shit! Fuck-fuck-FUUUUCK!”

With his knees shaking, threatening to buckle under him, Ashton grunts and grabs hold of Dish’s ears, knotting himself balls-deep the husky’s drooling mouth.  This, consequently, has the added advantage of pressing the feather in deeper.  With each thrust and surge of cum from the wolf’s cock, the tip of the feather swirls and tickles the sides of the husky’s nose, driving the sneezy urges in his muzzle to a fever pitch. 

I watch as Ashton continues to howl and pump hot seed into Dish’s mouth, overwhelming him with volume until his cheeks are starting to balloon out.  The husky tenses up right as my knot slips inside him, locking us together like superglue.  He starts to flail about, the urge to sneeze growing exponentially in his twitching muzzle as the feather continues its assault inside his nose.  I feel my balls straining to unload.  I cry out with a feral snarl, flinging my head back just as Ashton pulls his thick cock out of Dish’s cum-filled mouth.  The husky gasps and pants, rearing back and scrunching his face in a sneezy contortion.


There goes the feather, blasting out of his muzzle along with an impressive volume of wolf cum spraying from his mouth and nostrils.


With every violent sneeze his body clamps down on my throbbing dick, milking me like a machine.  I’m cumming so hard I’m screaming.


For fuck’s sake stop!  There’s nothing left for you to milk out of me!  Unclench so I can pull out of you and collapse in a puddle on the floor!  Oh shit - no, WAIT!


We’ve created a monster.  A sneezing/milking machine in the body of a husky twink that is now completely out of control.  He can’t be bargained with.  He can’t be reasoned with.  And his ass absolutely will not stop its assault on my hyper-sensitive flesh, continuing to rub and massage my cock long after my orgasm has past.  I’m crossing the threshold between pleasure and sensory overload.  I feel consciousness slipping from me.


Ashton, my hero, comes to my rescue with a finger pressed firmly under Dish’s nose, halting his sneezing fit dead in its tracks.  The husky’s ass finally relaxes enough to release my knot along with the majority of the hot seed I pumped into him.  I fall to the floor in a heap, the room is spinning too much for me to even sit up without drooling on myself and falling over.  Dish flops over on the floor beside me, shivering in his own puddle of orgasmic euphoria. 

I’m still dizzy and cloudy when Ashton comes over and sits next to me holding a clipboard.  He checks off a few items and scribbles some notes.  He looks over in my general direction and asks my opinion.

“So, what’s your take?  He’s okay, right?  Got a fine ass on him, that’s for sure.  Decent mouth.  Think he’ll be worth the trouble?”

I try and squeak out an answer between ragged pants of breath, but all I can manage is to nod and give a very weak thumbs up.  Ashton nods in agreement and signs the clipboard. 

“Good, good.  I’ll give ya five minutes to rest up and we’ll bring in the next one.  Sound good?”

Oh, fuck me.

I'm New Here / Re: Hello there!
« on: September 10, 2016, 08:50:20 AM »
Hee!  *hugs and wags*  I'm Dae!  It's so great to meet you!  I hope you have a lot of fun here and maybe even make some interesting new friends.  Cheers!

I'm New Here / Re: Another one cometh
« on: August 20, 2016, 03:57:10 AM »
The jackalope was fluffy and his kilt was fabulous!  And poked his head in and said, “RAAHH!  Hi, I’m Dae and I love meeting new people!”
And he did pounce merrily thus and bounce across the furniture with wild abandon.  And he giggled and squealed with glee and offered many a jackalope hug with wagging. 
Heee!  Welcome! 

Dante killed the hot water blast of the shower and pulled the curtain back, letting steam flood out into the bathroom.  He gave a good shake before stepping out and grabbing a towel to dry himself off further.  The jasmine scented conditioner made his fur shine and gave it a luster he was not used to seeing on himself.  He wiped the steam off the bathroom mirror and smiled sheepishly at the naked alsatian smiling back at him.  Tonight will be wonderful, he told himself while toweling off his fluffy tail and humming a little tune.

The date was circled in bold color on his calendar and he’d been counting the days all month long.  Today was when Dixie would be getting back into town after a prolonged trip to visit her relatives back in New Zealand.  It had been several weeks since he’d last seen his beautiful border collie girlfriend.  And every inch of him was tingling with excitement now that she was finally back in town.  His sheath gave an excited twitch as he pictured her walking through the door in those tight, ass-hugging jeans she was so fond of wearing.  “Heh.  Down boy,” Dante chuckled as he continued to towel himself off.

He added a bit of cologne under his ears and neck - just enough to be pleasant.  He hummed to himself as he brushed out his fur, looking quite satisfied at how well that new conditioner brought out the luster in his coat.  His roommate, Alex, used this stuff all the time.  But Dante only really bothered on special occasions like this one.  He didn’t really care if his fur shimmered and bounced every day like Alex did, apparently.  Then again, he was not very much like his cheetah roommate who had recently, much to Dante’s annoyance, declared their apartment to be a ‘Bottomless-Friendly’ zone meaning that pants and underwear were strictly optional – at least until the oppressive heat of summer was past.

Alex really had a definition all his own about what was, or according to him should be, socially acceptable in all situations.  So as Dante opened the bathroom door, which led into his bedroom, he really should not have been too surprised to see Alex half-naked and sprawled out on his bed.  But he gasped nonetheless and instinctively went to cover himself with the towel before shrugging it off and realizing there was no point.  Alex didn’t really comprehend ‘personal space’ between them.  He and Dante had been best friends for so long that Alex saw it more like ‘personal space shared between brothers’.  Dante rolled his eyes - brothers who parade their naked butts around in front of each other, apparently.

“Alex, could you at least put on some pants or maybe just some underwear before Dixie comes over?” Dante pleaded as he rummaged through his drawer for those pair of boxer-briefs that Dixie had told him made his ass look ‘mmrraawrr!’. 

Alex gave a noncommittal murmur and continued to lay sprawled out on his stomach, flicking his finger across the screen of his tablet.  He propped his head up on one paw and asked, “So, I’m assuming you’re planning on taking Dixie out someplace nice, maybe a nice stroll on the Riverwalk, followed up by a sexy, romantic plowing of the wet, hot furrows?”

Dante nearly choked on his own spit and fumbled with the pair of undies in his paws, almost dropping them, at his hedonistic friend’s bluntness.  He stepped into the briefs and shot the grinning cheetah a sideways glance.  “Yes.  Something like that.  Why?  Are you going to tell me I should take her to one of your gay bars or to that - what’s that place called you’ve been freelancing at?  ‘Musk’ or whatever?”

Alex hopped up and sat with his legs folded on Dante’s bed and giggled.  “Yeeeahh, I wouldn’t suggest taking her there – maybe not just yet.  But umm…  No, the reason I was asking is, I was wondering if you’d seen the latest forecast for today?”

Dante finished pulling on his pants and a nice button up shirt before he took the tablet in his paws to look at whatever Alex was going on about.  It was a weather report that also contained the pollen count for the day.  It was so high it was off the scale.  Dante’s nose started getting runny just looking at the screen.  He huffed and flopped down on the bed beside his half-nude roommate. 

“Oh, why today of all days?” he whimpered.  “The pollen count is so high they didn’t even use a number.  It just says ‘@$#%$!!’ next to the index.  Even if I double up my meds, I’ll be a sneezing wreck in no time.  And yeah, Dixie gets turned on by my sneezing, sure, but if I start sneezing uncontrollably then I’ll start cumming all over myself while were out and…  This isn’t funny, Alex!  You could at least try to stop drooling about it.”

The cheetah checked his grin and wiped his mouth off on his arm.  “Sorry!  But you know me and cum – especially yours.  Okay, OKAY!  Easy, now!  Bad joke, I apologize.  But let me ask you this: You just want to be able to get through the date without sneezing your head off right?”

Dante nodded and sighed mournfully, rubbing his nose with the back of his paw.

Alex hopped off the bed and smiled, “Well that’s no problem – I can take care of that for ya, easy.  Come on into my room and we’ll get you fixed right up.”

Alex paused halfway out the door when he realized Dante wasn’t following.  He poked his head around and saw Dante’s nonplussed expression looking back at him from the bed.

“Okay - one, there is no way I’d ever follow you into your room unless you’re wearing pants.  Two, are you really expecting me to believe you’re going to cure my hay fever with.. ‘something’ in your room?  I mean – is there anything in there except 200 different flavors of lube and sex toys?  And three, Alex, please put on some pants.”

Alex rolled his eyes and smirked, pretending to stomp angrily into his room.  “Fiiiiine, I’ll put some clothes on if it will make you feel better.”  He came back in wearing a pair of very form-fitting neon boi-shorts that barely covered anything and had the words 'Atkins Approved' encircling the crotch.  “There?  All better now?”  He grabbed Dante’s paw and tugged him off his bed.

“Oh yes.  Much,” Dante sighed, letting his manic roommate pull him into his bedroom.  The alsatian thought briefly about covering his eyes before he entered.  He’d never been in Alex’s bedroom before and wasn’t entirely sure what horrors awaited inside. 

Alex opened the door to his walk-in closet and stepped inside.  Dante shuddered upon seeing that there were no clothes inside (well, the leather outfits hardly qualified as ‘clothes’) but rows and rows of various adult toys and bottles of lube.  The cheetah sighed happily and beamed with pride at his collection.  He then turned around with a semi-serious look on his face and bluntly told Dante, “Strip.  I’ll need to see your dick.”

Dante genuinely could not believe he’d heard him correctly.  “E-Excuse me?”

“Pants, undies - take ‘em off.  I need to measure you.  Sizing is important or this might be painful.  Oh, hey!  No no, come back!  Look, I’m being serious, okay?  No, really – I think this will work.  I just need you to trust me on this.  If I’m wrong it won’t do you any harm, but we both know I’m never wrong right?” he giggled, cocking his head and trying to look cute. 

Dante swallowed hard and looked apprehensive, but had nothing to say against that.  True, Alex was a breed all his own, but he was right – he’d never done anything to make Dante not trust him.  Though this request was really pushing the limits.  The blushing alsatian slowly unfastened his pants and slid them down, followed by his boxer-briefs, leaving him standing in Alex’s sex toy emporium naked with his pants around his ankles. 

“Wha… Hey!  What are you.. A-Alex!  That..!  nngg… Oh, jeez.”

Without any warning, Alex had wrapped his paw around the base of Dante’s cock, feeling around and then cupping his balls.  Dante felt his ears burn with embarrassment and his cheeks flush, but if Alex noticed this he didn’t say anything.

“Hmmm… Okay, I’d say you’d be between 14 and 16 centimeters, and probably a 28 centimeter retainer and maybe a medium clip.  Okay hang on and lemme look see.”  Alex turned and began rummaging through one box after another.  “Hmm…  okay..  Nnnope.  Not that one.  Hmm..  I thought I had another – oh, there it is!  Okay, now hold still for a sec and um, this is probably going to be a tad cold on the bits at first.”

Dante looked down with wide eyes at the multiple rings of stainless steel.  “Wait.. Alex, what are those, anywaaaah YIPE!”  Cold was an understatement. 

With agile and very practiced paws, Alex fished the alsatian’s dick and balls through the metal rings, clamping them in place.  He took a moment to inspect the fit, holding Dante’s cock like a handle and moving it from side to side while Dante panted and tried not to whimper out loud.

Finally, Alex stepped back and sighed, “Alright.  And now for the words I’ve never spoken before in my entire life:  Go ahead and put your pants back on.” 

Dante wasn’t sure what to make of the metal jewelry wrapped around his junk but he did at least feel a little better about finally getting to put his clothes back on.  Alex busied himself looking for another item in his closet, pulling out one drawer after another until he found a very odd looking tiny feather duster that was on the end of long plastic wand.  Dante opened his mouth to ask something, but he didn’t quite know where to begin.  Alex smirked and offered to fill in the blanks for him.

“Right, so you’re wondering why I put cock rings on your package other than I’ve always thought it would look just smashing on you.  Which it does, by the way.  Well, my dear allergic alsatian, I have a theory:  You have this odd… um, ‘talent’ that links your nose with your loins and when one gets all excited and flushed so does the other one, right?  Which inevitably means every time you have a sneezing fit, you cum buckets.  So obviously if we keep you from sneezing, we’ll keep you from cumming.  But, uhh..  Heh – I’ve seen your hay fever, and I think we both know that ain’t happening.  But!  What if we do the opposite, hmmm?  What if we keep you from cumming and thereby prevent you from sneezing?”

Dante blinked, staring at Alex with his mouth slightly agape.  He looked down at the bulge in his pants and back up at the grinning cheetah.  “You…  aren’t serious.”

“Well, we’re about to find out!  Now, be a good boy and hold still for me.”

Dante watched as Alex raised up the feathery end of plastic wand and ran it over the edge of a ceiling vent, collecting piles of gray dust fluff on the ends of the feathers.  The alsatian’s eyes followed in disbelief as Alex took the dusty feathers and swished them under his nose which promptly responded by scrunching up and itching inside profusely. 

“A-A-Ahh… Al-l-lex wha.. hih.. EHHHEEEHH!  wh-wh-wha..  hihh…  *SNIFFLE!*  What are you doo-ehhh… hihh HEEEH!  HHEEEE-GEEH!!  *GAASSP*!!” 

Instantly, Dante felt his allergies act up.  This inside of his nostrils began to tingle and spasm, his nostrils flared out, and his eyes began to water.  The tickles in his nose pulsed back into his sinuses and sparked a similar reaction in his balls causing them to tingle and tighten up as his cock began to spasm and dribble pre.  As he gasped and panted, trying to resist the sneezy urges burrowing into his nostrils, his cock swelled up rock-hard in his pants.

N-n-N-nngg!  NO!  A-Alexxx-hhihhhhhsss-sss GEEH! S-s-s-staahhpf!  You’re.. gaeehh-hihhh g-gonna make me.. snee… hihh.. snneee..!!  hihhhh!  Oh.. hihh.. I.. HEEHH.. EEEEHHHHH!!  *GASP!* HHHHHHEEEEHEHHH-…!!

Dante reared back and cringed, his nostrils billowed, his lip curled up.  He gasped and inhaled, as the sneezy urges reached critical mass in his sinuses – only to have the feeling suddenly stop dead in its tracks.  He felt his cock tremble in his pants, the swell of cum pressing hard against the base of his throbbing erection, choked off by the metal rings.  The sneezy tingles subsided in his sinuses, leaving him a sniffling mess and desperately grabbing for tissues to blow his nose. 

“Ha-ha!  It worked!  Oh, I knew it would!  You can’t sneeze if you can’t cum!  Oh, don’t you see this is perfect!  The answer to all your woes,” Alex said in triumph, patting the bulge in Dante’s pants. 

The alsatian blew his very runny nose and wiped the sneezy tears from his eyes.  True, he’d experienced an allergy attack that was choked off, but his balls throbbed and ached painfully from being denied orgasm just like his sinuses felt, being unable to find relief from all the tingling and tickling.  Still though, he had to admit, it did work and could at least let him get through maybe dinner and a quick romantic walk before he couldn’t take it anymore.  In the back of his mind, he did wonder what would eventually happen once he opened the floodgates after being essentially edged for hours on end.  The allergic sneezing fit would probably be epic.  He shuddered, wondering if the orgasm that followed might actually put him in the hospital.

Dante didn’t have long to ponder the consequences of all this as a knock at the front door meant Dixie was here at last.  Dante instantly became nervous again, trying to make sure his clothes were on straight, and that his nose was not runny (though it still itched terribly from all the dust, forcing him to sniffle continuously).  He tried to do something with his still-throbbing erection, but there was little he could do to quiet that down now that Dixie was here.  Several weeks without sex and his cock was begging to be let out. 

Alex practically danced across the room to the front door to let Dixie in.  Dante turned the corner as she entered and looked.  Stared.  Dumbstruck.  There she was.  The border collie of his dreams.  Just as beautiful as he’d remembered. 

For a moment, no one spoke.  Dante’s eyes swelled, nearly filling his entire face.  She was wearing those painted-on jeans that made his heart skip; the ones that hugged every curve and crease of her incredible ass.  She wore a plain white tee shirt tucked in tight and stretched over the ample curves of her chest.  Her signature bandana, tied around her neck and hanging just off center, like it was pointing down at her left breast.  Her eyes were sparkling, dilated just as big as his if not bigger.  He suddenly blushed crimson when he followed her gaze down to the twitching lump in the front of his pants.

Dixie stepped inside and gave her bashful boyfriend a sultry smile.  “I missed you too, stud,” she purred with a wink.  She turned to give Alex a welcome hug before the over-excited cheetah bounced his way right through the floor.  “Okay, okay – yeah, I guess I missed you too, you nutty cheetah,” Dixie giggled, rolling her eyes at the words printed on the front of his cotton undies. 

Dante smiled sheepishly as Dixie glided over to him and wrapped her arms around him.  “But not as much as I missed this,” she purred, pressing her lips to his and kissing him so deeply Dante could swear he was about to lose his tonsils to her tongue.  He returned her kiss and shuddered as their bodies met, her chest pressing against his and her hips grinding against his raging hard-on.  Her paws snaked their way over his body and under his tail, making it difficult for him to breathe without gasping.  Dante sniffled wetly and tried to get some air before he passed out, or before he got so dizzy he fell off his feet.

Dixie stopped her groping and looked over Dante’s wet, runny nose.  “Oh wow.  Are your allergies bothering you, cutie?” she asked, torn between concern and excitement with a notable blush across her cheeks.  While she loved Dante’s powerful, wet sneezing, she also knew he had been looking forward to taking her out this evening.  But if his hay fever was acting up, that might prove difficult.

Dante nodded and started to open his mouth to explain, but was at a loss for words as he looked down at the bulge in his pants and back up at her.  Dixie quirked her ears to one side in a confused expression.  She wasn’t sure what he could possibly be embarrassed about.  She knew all too well what his sneezing fits did to his loins, a bonus that she exploited during sex whenever she could.  Dixie started to say something reassuring but was interrupted by Alex hopping around excitedly like a cub who needed to go pee.  She gave her boyfriend a sympathetic scritch behind his left ear and turned to Alex with one eyebrow quirked.  “Yes?  Did you need something?”

Alex grinned and clapped his paws.  “Oh, it’s just the coolest news ever!  We found a way to keep Dante’s sneezes under control.  It’s true!  I mean, it’s not like we cured his hay fever or anything – not like THAT’S gonna happen.  But, no really, we came up with a sure-fire way to keep his sneezes ‘locked away’ so to speak.”  Alex beamed while Dante shuddered from the phrase ‘locked away’. 

Dixie looked at Alex and back and Dante, whose runny nose prompted him to get another tissue.  She quirked one ear at Alex and remarked, “Yeah, I’m not following you.  Which surprises me not at all, really,” she added, watching Dante go through several tissues blowing his nose.

Alex nodded, “I know, I know – but it’s really simple.  Okay, like I said, I didn’t cure him of his mega hay fever or anything.  But I did find a way to get his sneezing under control.  You know how whenever he sneezes uncontrollably he – Ha!  Well of course *YOU* know all about it, I’m sure – but anyway, yeah, okay see, I figured if we keep him from cumming we keep him from sneezing.  And it worked!  Really!  When he can’t cum, he can’t sneeze!  Hey, Dante!  Show her your cock rings!”

Dante finished wiping off his nose and shot Alex a sarcastic look.  “Uhhh, how about ‘no’?  Not all of us are as gung ho about flashing our junk out in the open,” he added flinging the wadded up tissue at Alex who giggled and batted it away.

But the one person in the room who was not laughing was Dixie.  In fact, if anything she looked dead serious.  She was staring hard at Dante as if trying to unravel a frustrating puzzle.  Both Dante and Alex exchanged glances and looked back over towards Dixie, asking if she was all right.

Dixie tilted her ears and narrowed her eyes on Dante’s muzzle.  “You mean, he can’t sneeze no matter what?”  Dante couldn’t help but notice that she licked her lips when as she said it.

Alex shrugged and retrieved the dusty feather wand from earlier, making Dante’s tail cringe a little.  “Well, I mean as long as he’s cum-blocked with the set of cock rings I put on him.  Here, watch…” 

Alex took the dusty feather wand and gently traced it in a circle over Dante’s quivering nostrils.  Dante felt the familiar allergic tingles start to spread in his nose as the dust penetrated into his sinuses.  The feathers’ gentle touch tickled the edge of his wet nostrils and along his septum, making his entire face scrunch up in a desperate sneezy expression.  The tingles spread across his balls and up the length of his dick, but it seemed no matter how badly it tickled or how intensely his nose itched, the sneezes just would not come as long as he couldn’t either. 

nnnggg-GEEEH!  Hihhh-h-h-hh-h…  HEEH.. EEH!  *GASP!*  hhhhihh.. AAHHH!  Nngg.. *Sniffle* O-oh-oh-k-k-kay Al…Allll-Alex, tha…  hihh..  HAAAHH!  Geehh-jeeehhh!!  *SNIFFLE!* heeh-h-h-h… we g-get the p-point!  HHEEHHH!  Nnnggg…!

Alex tucked the feather wand under his arm like a baton and looked triumphant.  “See?  It works!  He may have a few snifflies, but no sneezing!  No matter what, he won’t be able to sneeze until he takes off the cock rings and then, hoo boy!  I have no idea what will happen but it’ll probably be…”

Dixie’s eyes were so wide the surrounding whites were visible.  She cocked her head to the side and looked at the sniffling alsatian with a stare usually reserved for predators making their prey. 

“Get.  Out,” she growled under her breath, her left eye twitching.

Dante sniffled against his runny nose and exchanged a confused glance with Alex.  Neither of them were too sure what to make of Dixie’s expression or comment.

Alex leaned a little closer.  “Sweetie, I’m sorry – did you say...?”

“OUT!” she snarled, drooling a little out of the corners of her mouth.  The anxious border collie snatched Alex up by the scruff of his neck, eliciting a startled ‘mew!’ from the blushing cheetah.  She carried him to the front door and shoved a pawful of cash and her car keys down the front of his underwear.  “Get out.  Find a hotel, and do not come back tonight!”  And with one fluid motion she tossed the amused looking cheetah out the front door and shut it tight.

Dixie turned around and looked at Dante the way a hungry lion looks at a thick-cut ribeye steak.  Her eyes flashed as she walked towards him slowly, peeling off her tee shirt, and letting her breasts bounce free from underneath.  She tossed the shirt aside and continued stalking towards her prey, who was starting to look very apprehensive, backing up, and flattening himself against the wall. 

“Uhhh..  D-Dixie?  *sniffles* Wh..  What are you..?  A-are you okay?  *sniffle*

The smile across Dixie’s face was a little unsettling.  Dante watched with large eyes as she unfastened her jeans, exposing the scarlet lace panties underneath.  Then she turned sharply and stepped over to the window and lifted it open, obviously far beyond caring if any of his neighbors saw her topless.  She licked more drool from her lips and moved closer with her grin widening, showing more teeth and licking her lips.

“Are you going to be a good boy and lose those pants or am I going to have to do it for you?” she murred, sliding her paws down between her ass and her jeans, moving them down a little further.

Dante’s nose began to itch immediately as the yellow clouds of summer pollen wafted in through the open window.  He gulped and blinked sneezy tears from his eyes while his gaze bounced back and forth from the window to Dixie’s breasts, back to the window, and back to Dixie’s panties.  His dick was so hard it had managed to edge its way just over the top of his waistband and drool precum down the front of his pants.  He sniffled against the tickles starting to build up in the back of his nose and was starting to have serious doubts that Alex’s ‘remedy’ could possibly work against his pollen allergies. 

“Um.. D-Dixie?  Are you sure this hihh… theeehhh… HEHH!  *GASP!* th-hiss is a g-good idea?  I…  I mean.. I was gonna.. *SNIFFLE!*  hhehhh… *sniff*  I was g-gonna take us out and g-ghhihhh… HEHh.. *SNIFFLE* g-get dinner and I mean are you um.. a-are you h-h-hungry at all?”

Dixie was upon him now.  Dante stammered and tried to remember how to speak, his claws digging into the wall for support as his nose caught the overwhelming scent of her heat.  She pressed her finger to his lips and made a ‘shhhh’ gesture with her grin just before wrapping her lips around his and trying to swallow his tongue, while her paws reached down and groped the throbbing bulge in his pants.  She grabbed the sides of his pants and pulled them apart forcefully, snapping the button off the front and ripping the zipper apart.

“Fuck yes, I’m hungry,” she growled, peeling him off the wall.  She rammed her tongue down his throat again, walking him backwards to the bedroom.  Her paws snaked under his shirt and pulled the buttons off, letting them drop to the floor along with the ripped remains of his shirt.  Dante’s nose began to scrunch up more, as the pollen teased and tickled the inside of his sinuses, making him gasp and sniffle as they kissed.  The wet desperate sounds only fueled Dixie’s heat even more.  She gave a low, rumbling, lustful growl and flung Dante backwards onto his bed. 

Dante shuffled back some more on his bed and wiped his nose on his arm.  He couldn’t remember ever seeing Dixie like this before.  She almost looked in a trance-like state, licking her lips and purring like a sex-starved teenager, leaving Dante somewhere between fearful and aroused.  His eyes followed her every movement as her paws slid inside her jeans and over the curves of her ass, sliding the tight denim fabric over her butt and down her thighs until she was wearing nothing by her scarlet red, heat-soaked panties. 

Dante tried to focus on Dixie’s sensual display, but his nose kept distracting him, overwhelmed with itchy tingles as the pollen tormented him further.  He gasped and blinked, his eyes fluttering as the tingles crept into his sinuses, threatening to erupt at any moment into a massive sneezing fit that never materialized.  Deep in his pre-soaked underwear, his cock strained and throbbed, struggling to free itself from the metal rings choking the life out of his orgasm that was pounding on his aching balls.  He gasped and panted on the bed, but Dixie seemed more preoccupied by the fact that he was still wearing pants. 

She crawled across the bed towards the half-dressed, sniffling alsatian, shaking her tail and grabbing his ankles.  She held his feet up to her chest and looked down on him with an evil grin.

“I told you to be a good boy and get rid of these clothes.  Now I’m going to have to punish you,” she purred, leaving Dante with one ear twitching and looking perplexed.  Punish?  Dixie had never talked like that befo…


Hugging his ankles to her breasts, Dixie proceeded to nibble and lick on Dante’s toes, sending the hyper-ticklish alsatian into squealing fits of giggles as he thrashed around on the bed and begged for mercy.  Dixie responded by flicking her tongue slowly between each of his toes and over his sensitive pads, nearly making Dante hyperventilate with shrill laughter. 


Grinning, Dixie kept up her licking and slurping on Dante’s ticklish feet and toes until he managed to thrash and squeal his way out of his pants and underwear, pushing them down around his knees until she finally decided to show him mercy, releasing his feet and tugged the remainder of his clothes off him. 

Dante gasped and panted, trying to get his breath back and still giggling nervously as Dixie crawled her way on top of him and straddled his thighs, pressing the heat of her warm, moist panties up against his balls.  She leaned over and ran her fingers up his chest and over his fluffy ears, taking his paw in hers and encouraging him to caress and fondle the shape of her breasts.  He sniffled and twitched his nose as the allergic tingles swam in his sinuses and made his eyes water.

“Awwww~  Poor Dante!  You look like you need to sneeze so badly!  All that pollen and dust in your nose must be itching sooooo terribly,” she purred, reaching down and teasing the underside of his painfully hard erection.  Dante grunted and nodded, wincing as his cock drooled more precum and begged to be released from its cruel prison.  “Well then, maybe I can help you with that,” she cooed, looking at him with a mischievous flash in her eyes. 

Dante watched wide-eyed as Dixie retrieved the feather wand that Alex was using earlier and brought it up to his trembling muzzle.  He sniffled and watched cross-eyed as she moved it back and forth across his flaring nostrils.  She leaned over and licked his ear, whispering, “Now be a good boy and tell me how that feels.  Tell me how bad it tickles.  Tell me how much you desperately want to give in and just release those sneezy urges!”

Dante’s eyes rolled back in his head.  Between all the pollen and dust in his nose and the tickly caress of the feathers on his nostrils, he was in sensory overload.  His muzzle quivered visibly, spasming as tingles cascaded over his nostrils.  His dick flexed and strained against the metal rings, pulsing an angry hue of purple with veins bulging out on all sides, and clear, sticky precum dribbling out in a near steady stream.  His nose was an equally gooey mess from not being able to find sneezy relief it desperately searched for.

NNGGG!  Oh geehhh.. Hhihh.. I c-can’t t-t-ake i..  hiiihhh!  It.. It ihhhihh.. itches my.. my… HEEhh-GEEH.. my nose t-t-t-tinnggles.. I..  P-p-p-please!  Oh Dixie!..  I.. I n-need to sn-sn-sneeze so b-b-badly!..  I  AHHH!  AHH-HEEHH!!  HHEEH!!  HHHHHEEEEPP-TTsssssssss  ggeehh..  hihhh EEEEHHHHHH-YIISsssssssssssss.. geeh.. omg!  *SNIFFLE!*  I..  hihih..  EEEEHHGGEHHHHHH-ssssssssssssHHEEH!.. oh D-D-Diissxxie!..  I.. Icgeeehh…!

Sneeze after sneeze mounted in his sinuses only to be choked off by the metal rings on his cock, stemming the massive tidal explosion of semen churning in his swollen balls.  His nostrils twitched and fluttered, trying desperately to purge the itchy tingles from inside his nasal passages.  Dante gasped and hitched, trying to breathe between the ragged hiccups of air gulped into his lungs for sneezes that never blossomed.

Dixie bit her lip and moaned, her own sex quivered and spasmed with every hitched breath Dante took, leaving her panties soaked and her flesh swollen, dripping with desire.  She purred and played with her nipples, grinding herself harder and harder against his swollen cock.  She was barely able to talk as the heat pulsed deep in her loins, watching him struggle like that.

“Oh.. f-fuck..! nngg.. Oh, that… that sounds just…  awful *pant!*  If.. If you w-want relief.. y-you’ll have to earn it!  *huff!*  S-start by… by removing my p-panties … w-with your teeth!”

Dixie sprawled out on her back and panted, gripping the sheets and moaning as Dante nuzzled his wet, sniffling nose against her panties and nibbled at the wet lace.  He ran his paws over her tits, teasing her nipples as he slipped his tongue beneath her underwear and tugged at the fabric.  His near constant sniffling and gasping breaths ripped through her sex sending micro spasms of lust and heat across her body. 

nnnn… *lick* hhh…. HEEHH!  NNGG!..  *gasp*  oh shi.. hiihh-h-h.. EEEHHH!  HHHEEEEEEFFFP-Ch… ssss…  heehhh..  GGEEEHH!!  *SNIFFLE*  *lick lick tug*  Oh .. gehh-hhihhhh *gasp!*.. Ihhh..  itc-itches s-s-soo m-m-m-m-much!”

Blinking back sneezy tears, Dante rubbed his itchy nose hard against Dixie’s panties, dragging his nostrils over the contours of her sex outlined in the glistening wet fabric in a desperate bid to find some relief from the persistent itching and tingling inside.  Dixie moaned sharply and dug her claws through the sheets on the bed, panting harder and harder as Dante continued to sniffle more and rub his quivering, flaring nostrils up and down and across her undulating flesh.  She bit her lip and tried to keep it together as best she could but his rumbling nostrils and wet sniffles were hitting all the right nerves in her loins.

The next thing Dante knew, he was rubbing his nose in circles over her soaked panties and then his ears were being crushed by Dixie’s thighs.  “MMMPPFFF!” he tried to cry out, but her legs were wrapped tight around his head, pressing his muzzle hard against her sex.  Dixie gasped and squealed, crying out as a powerful orgasm tore through her body like a train wreck leaving her panting and huffing on the bed as Dante flailed his arms, trying to get some air. 

Dixie gasped and panted, still dizzy in the aftermath of cumming so hard just as Dante ripped her panties off with his teeth, flinging them to the side.  He pressed his muzzle into the wet folds of her sex, basking in the aura of her desire, letting his tongue lap at the wet heat trapped inside.  Dixie squealed and bit her lip, murring with a high-pitched, muffled whimper as Dante’s tongue penetrated deep inside her.

He slurped and nibbled on her glistening flesh, driving her insane as his teeth nibbled their way over her thighs and up her tummy.  He sniffled and rubbed his insatiably itchy nostrils against her breasts and nipples, pleading for mercy as the shaft of his rigid, veiny dick teased and rubbed against the outer edges of her crotch.

“D-Dixie.. *SNIFFLE!*   oh god, please.. hihh.. P-please.. it t-tingles s-s-soo b-bad.. *SSSSNNIIFFLE*  I .. I… I h-have to sn-sneeze.. I.. I need to cum.  Oh god, I need to cum!  Please.. I.. hihh.. EHH..  HHEEEHH-SH…..  !!!  geeehh…. *THROB!!*  oh f-fuck I have to sneeze – this is k-killing me-e..!  P-p-p-please le…  hihh-h-h-h-h.. *SNFFLE* Please..  It iihhh-itches s-so m-m-much..!  *gasp!!*

Dixie caught her second wind and rolled on top of Dante, pretending to look sympathetic.  She dragged her finger down his muzzle and traced tickly circles around his nostrils.  Dante squirmed underneath, panting and huffing, as his dick continued to throb and tug on its restraints like a caged beast.  Dixie pulled out the feather wand again and started by tickling the edges of Dante’s ears, slowly dragging the feathers closer to his trembling wet nostrils.  Dante’s eyes fluttered and rolled back as he protested more.

Geeh… hihh.. n-no… I .. hih HEHH!! Ehh…  gg-g-g-gehh.. *SNIFFLE!*  I.. th-thataahh.. that w-won’t w-work… ehhh-hhihh *GASSPP!!*  HHHEEEHH-Jjjeeesssss…  hheeehh… Geh… *SNIFFLE*  P-please..  I’m b-b-eegging you-u-u-u-u *SSNIIIIIIIIIFFFFFF!!*” 

Dixie cocked her head to one side, letting her ears flop over cutely. “Oh?  This doesn’t work?  Are you sure?  Maybe I should test it and see,” Dixie grinned, sliding back more on Dante’s tummy, resting her ass on his thighs. 

Dante looked up baffled as to what she meant and then snickered and thrashed under her as she dragged the feathers over his ribs and tummy. 

“GEEHEEE!  No!  I didn’t mean..  EEEHHHEEEE!!  Oh n-n-nnUUUU!!  HAAAHAHAHHHAAAA!!  Oh.. ooohh.. OHH!  OMG!!  NNGG!!  OH Shi…hihh HHHHIIIIHHHH!!”

Dante’s giggles quickly turned to desperate howls of lust as Dixie moved back, letting her wet flesh grind against his sensitive and extremely pent up cock.  She moaned and panted, grinding down harder until her sex swallowed him whole, making both of them gasp and shudder.  Dante’s cock gurgled more pre as Dixie shifted her tight ass around on top of him.  The alsatian growled and dug his claws into the bed, thinking for sure he would lose his mind if he couldn’t cum soon. 

He heard Dixie gasp in a way he’d not heard before and opened his eyes.  Dante looked up at her dumbfounded as Dixie took the feather wand and dragged it over her own nose, all while grinding down on his impossibly hard dick.

Hhhhhhhihih… oh!..  th-this d-does … t-t-t-t.. tickle.. hihhh EEHHHHHH-HHIIISSHIEWWWW!!...  OH!  *sniff*  oh, the-these f-feathers are r-really.. hih… HHISSHIEWWW!!  HHIIISSHIEWW!!  EEEEEESSHIEWWW!!

Dante yelped as every sneeze out of her made her spasm and tighten around his cock.  He threw his head back and growled, biting into the pillow and snarling with raw carnal desire.  His nose continued to itch and tingle as the pre from his cock oozed out between them.  He sniffled wetly and tried to speak coherently in another desperate bid for mercy.

ssshhhhihhih..  HEEH!  D-Dixie-e-e-e-e-e!!  I.. hihh.. HEEHH-Sssssjjee..!  GEEHH!!  *SNIIFLE*  I c-can’t t-ta…ta…take hihhhh.. EEHH!  EEEHH-HHHHsss…  GEEH! A-a-ahh… anym-m-moore!.. ihihhhh… Geeeh-JEEEHHH!!

Dixie felt her muscles starting to twitch and tighten up inside again.  The desperate wet sounds he was making.  The sniffling.  The gasping.  The heat of his swollen cock filling her up inside.  The fullness of his balls rolling around in her fingers.  Those twitching nostrils.  It was all too much.  For the second time she gripped him tight with her thighs, tossing her head back and howling as another orgasm exploded through her body, making her shudder and pant as her sanity melted away.

She was left wobbly and lightheaded, barely able to keep her balance on top of him.  Underneath her, Dante’s cock throbbed angrily and demanded to be turned loose.  In front of her, Dante’s muzzle trembled and begged for the same.  It was time to uncage the beast she’d created.

Dixie rolled over and positioned the sniffling, panting alsatian on top of her, murring as his hot, rigid flesh pressed itself against the wet folds of her glistening sex.  With a flick of her finger, she popped the latch on the cock ring assembly and released Dante’s sex from its prison.

Dante’s eyes snapped open wide as a rumble coursed through his body, shaking every nerve ending in his groin and in his nose.  He gasped and reared back, his muzzle scrunching up like a coiled spring.  His dick sprang to life and gushed a flood of pent up precum that splashed across Dixie’s pussy and soaked her fur.  His breath hitched out of control.  His cock swelled up so tight, its veins looked ready to burst.


The sneeze exploded across Dixie’s breasts and shoulders, rippling through her fur, and blasting her face with warm mist.  The shockwave penetrated her body and went straight to her sex, making her flesh tremble and pulse, dragging her sanity down closer and closer to yet another Earth-shattering orgasm.

Dante gasped and his nose twitched.  He wasn’t even close to done.

Dante’s cock immediately became a heat-seeking missile, slamming itself deep inside her.  He snarled and bit down on her neck and shoulders as his cock jackhammered her flesh with wild abandon.  The tingles in his nose spiked in an uncontrollable storm as his allergic fit wrestled all control away from him.


The violent, wet sneezes exploded out of him with the fury of a thunderstorm as the pent up allergic reaction rushed forth over him like water from a flood gate.  Dante could feel his balls tightening, giving him a brief pause to wonder if he would even survive the impending orgasm.  Underneath him, Dixie screamed with primal lust and tore the bedsheets apart with her claws as unbridled pleasure plowed through her entire body.


Dante could feel the tremendous pressure of an immense volume of cum surging against the base of his cock, threatening to explode out of him at any moment.  In a split second of clarity, he realized if he unleashed this cumbath inside of Dixie, she, and probably most of her family, would get pregnant!  He forced himself to pull out and slid his cock between her tits, slathering her chest in pre and semen, just as his allergies reached for their crescendo. 

GEEHH! *pant-pant-pant, SNIFFFLE!*  hihhh-h-h-h-h-h GEEH-Jiiihhhh!!  HHEEEH!!...

Dante panicked and pressed his finger under his nose, unsure if he could handle an explosion this big.  His chest felt like it was inflated to twice its normal size.  His nostrils were flared out to massive proportions and his entire muzzle was scrunched up and trembling.  He felt Dixie’s paw reach up and pull his finger off his nose as she screamed for him to give it all to her!


The first sneeze exploded out of him with the fury of an atomic blast that rocked the bed and unleashed a firehose of cum that gushed across Dixie’s tits, her face, and the wall behind them.  Sneeze after pent up sneeze rocketed out of his nose, blasting the bed, Dixie, her face and tits, and the wall with messy spray.  His cock fired off jet after jet of thick cumblasts that hosed down Dixie’s chest and neck and flew randomly across the room.  Over and over he sprayed and sneezed, feeling like he would never be rid of his pent up need as the orgasm wracked his body and mind, making him temporarily blind from the awesome flood of endorphins coursing through his shattered brain.


Dante came to after a few moments, still panting like he’d just sprinted a marathon.  The room was spinning all around him.  He was so dizzy, he dared not move from his position, splayed out on his back with his head resting on Dixie’s chest.  He was vaguely aware of her fingers scritching through his headfur.  Slowly his eyes regained their ability to focus and he looked around at the walls and the ceiling at all the wet stains splattered across.  He sniffled wetly, rubbing his sore nose.  His room would probably never be rid of the smell of all this sex.  And for some reason… popcorn as well.

He flopped over on Dixie’s chest and looked up at her, giggling between ragged breaths.  “So uhh, yeah.  I was a wee bit pent up since you’ve been away.”

Dixie laughed and licked some of the goo off her face.  “Yeah.  That part I get.  All over me!  But why do I smell popcorn?”

Dante sniffed again and realized that no it wasn’t his imagination – there was definitely popcorn in the room with them.  He sat up and grabbed on to Dixie for support, trying not to fall off the bed.  He looked over in the corner of his room in total disbelief.  When he didn’t say anything, Dixie sat up as well and gasped.

“A-Alex??  Wh.. wha… What are you… WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Alex looked up from the chair he was perched in, holding a bowl of popcorn and looking genuinely innocent.  “What?  I came back in.  I thought that’s what you wanted,” he said munching away on another pawful of kernels.

Dixie instinctively looked for something to cover herself with and then realized that was all but pointless now.  She glared at Alex and asked, “What we wanted?  How did you possibly think that?”

Alex cocked his head to one side.  “You left the window open for me.  Or..  Were you serious about me leaving?  I thought you gave me money to buy popcorn!  Oh, did you want some?  Although, after THAT little display, it’s kind of ‘Dante-Butter’ flavored now.  But who knows?  If we market this right, it might be a winner!”

Unarchived Stories / Re: [F] See You At The Finish Line!
« on: August 13, 2016, 05:14:53 AM »
I love it!  ;D
Awwrrr~ *hugs*  I'm so glad you liked it!  It was a lot of fun to write.  And thank you for the kind words!

Unarchived Stories / [F] See You At The Finish Line!
« on: August 12, 2016, 10:40:55 PM »
Hello, my lovelies!  Well this was another request that I *finally* got around to doing.  I promised Y31 a long time ago that I’d write this up as a story, but kept getting stuck.  Then along comes Playstation Man who pretty much laid out all the ideas I used to write it!  So big jackalope hugs to both of them!  I hope you enjoy!

Hee!  =P

See you at the Finish Line!

It was that time of year again and furs from all over the town had gathered for the annual Fall Festival 5k marathon run in the park.  Most were there just for fun or to enjoy the sights of the fall flowers and the colors of the leaves, but Celia was there to win. 

The lioness bore a look of raw determination on her face as she went through her stretching routine and making sure all her muscles were nice and limber.  This was going to be a good race – she could feel it!  The air was crisp and clean.  The sky was clear.  She felt the rush of excitement as the time to start drew close. 

“Yoo hoo, Celia!”

The lioness turned and looked through the mass of people milling about and caught the sight of Yasmine, a tigress whom Celia had known since they were cubs.  And by the looks of her running shorts and tank-top, it looked like Yasmine was here to do more than just cheer her on.  The two girls weaved through the others and hugged.

“Hey, you!  What are you doing here?  I had no idea you’d be here today,” Celia said through clenched teeth.

Yasmine tossed her hair back and smiled just as sincerely.  “Well, you know me.  I couldn’t let you have all the fun.  Besides, if I’m not here who’s going to be waiting for you at the finish line?”

Celia flicked her tail and paced slowly around Yasmine.  She responded with a smirk, “So, you think you’ve got what it takes to beat me, huh?  Wanna make it interesting?”

The tigress swished her tail and circled the lioness right back.  “You mean more interesting than watching you finish after I do?  Oooohhh, struck a nerve with that one, did I?  Bring it!”

Celia licked her lips, this was gonna be sweet.  “Alright, if you lose to me, you have to clean my house – top to bottom and I mean scour every bit of dirt and dust until it shines!”

The tigress grinned a little wider and chuckled, “Oh, you’re on!  Of course, when I win you’re going to be making me dinner every night for a week!”

Celia narrowed her eyes and gave a forced smile, extending her paw out to shake with Yasmine doing likewise.  The two of them shook paws and grinned at each other.

The timekeeper gave the signal for all the runners to get ready.  Celia and Yasmine shot each other one last ‘You’re going down’ smile and joined the other runners waiting for the trace to begin.  The air horn sounded and the marathon was underway! 

It didn’t take long for the herd of runners to thin out along the course.  Celia’s steady endurance and disciplined pace kept her going strong as fewer and fewer runners were keeping up around her.  She tried keep herself focused on the race and not think about Yasmine, but couldn’t help looking around wondering if she’d somehow pulled ahead.   It wasn’t like Yasmine to let anyone get ahead of her.  Her strategy was more ‘Get ahead and stay there!’ than to keep a steady pace and rhythm.

And right on cue Yasmine showed up on her right, weaving around the few runners that were still keeping up with Celia.  The tigress shot Celia a sideways glance with a smile and quickened her pace, pulling ahead to a sizeable lead.

Celia wasn’t worried in the slightest.  They had barely covered 1200 meters yet.  It was way too early in the race to use up that much energy.  The lioness smiled.  Yasmine was sure to burn out much faster pulling a stunt like that.  Celia started imagining all the cleaning chores she would have Yasmine doing for her when the race was over.  This was going to be so sweet!

It wasn’t much longer before Celia found herself running solo, having pulled ahead of all but one other runner in the race.  She took a moment to smell the cool air of autumn and appreciate all the colors around her.  The park was massive and had all manner of trees and flowers growing wild along the trail – some of which were still in bloom and covering the slopes with brilliant shades of yellow.  Up ahead, however, on the path in the middle of all these colors were orange and black stripes. 

Celia grinned.  Just as she’d predicted, Yasmine was running out of energy already.  That earlier burst of speed had been for nothing.  Celia resisted the temptation to speed up and blaze past her rival as the distance between them shrank.  Soon they were within shouting distance and Celia couldn’t help but rub it in a bit. 

“What’s the matter, tiger?  You’re not tired already are you?  Wanna rethink that bet?  Ha!  Too late!  You’re going to be cleaning meehh… hhh..  *sniffles*  Oh..  *SNIFF!*

Celia’s taunt was interrupted by a sudden tingle in her nose.  She wiggled her nostrils around and then tried to rub the itch away with the back of her paw.  She sniffled wetly again and wondered where this had suddenly come from.  It was cool out but not so much as to make her sick or anything.  And she felt fine.  No, this had suddenly come out of nowhere and was starting to mess with her breathing rhythm.

“Did you say something, Celia dear?,”  Yasmine goaded out of the side of her mouth.

Ooohh!  Celia was NOT gonna lose to that smart-mouthed tiger!  She sniffled back against tickling in her muzzle and got her pace back, glaring against the back of Yasmine’s outfit.  But then, just as she got close again…

ghh..  EHH!  *Gasp!* nngg..  HHEEHH-GEEH!...  ehh…  HHEEHH!!  Ahh….  EHH!!...

Her nose was overcome by a sudden burst of tingles that made her eyes water and her nostrils start to flare out and tremble.  Her nose was getting drippy and the itch in her left nostril was burrowing in deeper.  Her hitched breathing was making it very difficult to keep her rhythm and started to slow her pace.

Yasmine looked back over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out.  “If you want, I could slow down a bit and let you catch up.  You know – if you need some help.”

GRRRR!!  Celia wiped her nose on her arm and caught her wind back.  There was something not right about all this.  Every time she got close to Yasmine, the urge to sneeze started to get unbearable.  She wasn’t allergic to tigers – or any other fur for that matter.  So unless Yasmine was spraying herself with lavender perfume, then… 

*SNIFF!*  Gaah!  You cheater!  *sniffle*  hehh…  I’m g-gonna…” Celia growled, sprinting up to overtake the tigress.

Yasmine turned around sharply holding a perfume bottle.  “Who me?  This is just my good luck perfume.  Here – try some!”  She misted a few puffs of mist into the air in front of Celia.


Blinking sneezy tears from her eyes, Celia took a wrong step on the trail and went tumbling down the slope of an embankment and landed on her butt in a dry creek bed.  Off in the distance, Celia perked her ears to the sound of the tigress giggling loud enough specifically so she could hear. 

Sniffling, Celia got up and dusted herself off.  She was just about to sprint back up the hill to dole out some much needed karma when she stopped and saw she was surrounded by tall weeds that were heavy with piles of little golden flowers.  Grinning, she snatched up a large paw-full of stems and took off.

Yasmine eased her pace and purred to herself.  That plan had worked out far better than she had hoped.  She’d expected the perfume would make Celia sneeze but never had she thought it knock her out of the race!  Now she could practically stroll to the finish line.  That lioness was probably so far back that she…

Raawwwrr!  Yasmine looked up and gave a startled cry as Celia suddenly materialized out of nowhere and pounced on top of her, sending the two of them tumbling off the trail.  Yasmine fumbled around trying to keep Celia from pinning her down while trying to get her paws on the vial of lavender perfume.  The tigress became immediately aware that her nose was suddenly tingling and itching all over.  She sniffled and looked down just as Celia grabbed and pulled her shirt out, stuffing the bouquet of weeds down her front.  Celia released her shirt, letting it snap back and press the yellow goldenrod flowers up against Yasmine’s muzzle. 

The tigress’ eyes popped open wide, staring down at the thousands of tiny yellow buds heavy with pollen.  Her muzzle began to tremble and scrunch up immediately.


“Serves you right!” Celia hollered as she scrambled to her feet and tried to take off before Yasmine could counter-attack. 

The lioness took off, but not before succumbing to the temptation to look back and stick out her tongue.  Her gloating was short lived once she caught site of the tigress scrambling to her feet and giving chase.  Celia sniffled wetly and tried to get more speed as Yasmine closed distance.

“C-Celia.. I.. I’m geehh… HHEEH-PPBBLCCHIEWWW!!..  *SNIFFLE!* I’m gonnnn heeh.. hheehh.. *SNIFF!*  You c-can’t get awa… hih..  away.. I… geehehh… *SNIFF!*

Celia could hear that despite her allergies flaring up, Yasmine was catching up fast.  Her own nose was still tingling a bit from the perfume, making it difficult to keep her breathing steady.  She turned to look back just as a large striped paw landed on her shoulder. 

“Now I’ve go.. got tyeehh.. hihh. EEHH!  Geehh… eh… *GAASP!!*

Celia could see Yasmine was struggling not to let her nose erupt in another sneezing fit.  The lioness grinned and poked her tail up, swishing it under Yasmine’s flaring nostrils to give them a nudge of encouragement.  Yasmine’s eyes popped open wide and fluttered as the tickles in her nose became overwhelming.  In desperation, she locked her claws in the back of the Celia’s shirt and tried to hold on as the inevitable reaction in her nose boiled over.

“Gaaah!  What are you do..?  hih!... d-dooieee..  Hihh-HEHEHH!!  GGAAAAH-SSHHPPLLTCHIEWW!!  HHEEH-SHEEEWWW!  HHEEEH-SSBBLLTTCHEEEWWWW!!  HHEEEHHH-SSSSSSHHIIIIEWW!!  Omg… I c-c-can’t steeehh… stop sneee… hihhhh!  HHAAAHHH-BBLLEEHCCHIEWWWW!!

Celia twisted and tugged on her shirt, trying to get free before Yasmine managed to get that perfume bottle out again.  The lioness reached back and managed to pull the sneezing tiger’s claws out but not before Yasmine was able to spray most of the perfume vial’s contents across Celia’s neck and ears. 

“Rrrrggg..  Let..  go..  Yasmine..  you’ve *grunt*  lost.. and I’m gonna..  GAAAH!  No-what’re-you-doing-don’t-spray-tha… hhhhhaaaaaahh.. *SNIFFLE*  what’ve you d-d-don.. I…  HHHEEH-TTCCCHIEWWWWW!!

The potent scent of lavender filled the lioness’ nostrils with wet tickles while she tried to fan herself and outrun the offending aroma that was burrowing into her sinuses.  She sniffled against her drippy nose and tried to pick up more speed, but the tingles in her sinuses started to make her eyes water again and her breath hitch.  She held her finger under her nose and tried to keep herself from sneezing again until she could put some distance between them.  But the lavender scent was surrounding her and made escape all but impossible.

Geehh... hihh… EHHHHH!!.. N… n-n-noo.. d-d-dddoonnn…  snee… hihh..  HEHH! D-d-on’t snee-eee-heeh..  snnneeheehh..  snn-nseeze  .. heeeze!!..  HHHEEEEH-YYIISSHIEWWWWWWW!!  HIIIIHHH-TTCCHIEWWWWW!!  EEEHHH-SSHIEWWWW!!

Celia’s nose could take no more of the lavender aroma and exploded over and over again to try and expel the tickly scent, leaving her dizzy and stumbling.  Yasmine pounced on the opportunity and hooked her paws into Celia’s shorts, pulling her back and sending the two of them tumbling over the side of the trail.

The two girls wrestled and rolled around, each trying to pin the other one down.  Yasmine kept trying to spray Celia’s nose directly with the perfume while Celia kept grabbing more clumps of goldenrod flowers and whapping the tiger’s nose with them.

“RRGG!.. Yasmine!  G-ggg.. RRFF!..  Get … nnff! me and s-stop trying…. *oooff!* that.. NO!  Don’t you dare spray tha.. hih HEHH  HHAAAHHH!  OH..!  nnggg!  Hhihh..!  HHAAHHH-SSSHIEWWWWWW!! I’m g-gonna m-make you regre… Hheehh!  HHEHHH-SSSHIEWWWW!!  HHHEEEHH-TTCCHIEWWWW!!  HIIISSSHHOO!!  HHHIIHHSHOO!!  HHIHHSSHOOO!!  HHIHHHSSHOO!!

“Awww~  Don’t you like my perfume, Celia?   *grunt*  doesn’t it… nngg!  Just s-smell… sooo…  OOF!!..  H-h-hey!  S-s-ssstop!  Th.. thaaa… haahhh.. tha-hat’s not f-fair!..  Ihihh geehhh…  HHEEHH!! I’m allergig.. a…ahhh.. allergi..  hihh-HEHHHHHH!!  HHAAHH-BLLTCHIEWWW!!  HHHAAHHHH-BBLLPPTTCCHOOO!!  NNFFF!  Have some m-more perfume!  Hihh… HHEEEH-SSHIEWWWWW!!  Nngeehh… HHEEEEHH!!  HHAAH-SSBBLTTCHIEWWWW!!


Celia looked up, flat on her back, at the clouds drifting across the autumn sky.  She sniffled and rubbed her nose on the back of her paw, still panting to catch her breath and very grateful her massive sneezing fit had finally ebbed.  Beside her, also flat on her back and panting, Yasmine looked up at the same sky, also sniffling wetly and still wiping allergic tears from her eyes.

“You think the race is over?”

“Yeah.  Probably for at least an hour now.”

“Yeah.  *sniffle*  One year I’d like to at least finish.”

hhihh… eh… HHEEH-SSHIEWWWW!!  *giggles*  I agree.  That would be nice, huh?”

“You hungry?  Wanna split a pizza for dinner?”

“Race ya!  First one there gets to pick all the toppings!”

“Hey!  No fair I wasn’t ready!  Get back here!”

Unarchived Art / [M] Nick Wilde by Cat78952
« on: July 31, 2016, 05:44:56 AM »

Came across this randomly on imgur of little Nick and a butterfly =P

Unarchived Stories / [F] An Acolyte's Ordeal
« on: July 28, 2016, 06:09:39 PM »
From down the stone corridor of the castle hallway came the rhythmic click of the Headmistress’ boots in a cadence of one who walks with deliberate purpose.  The elder snow leopard turned a sideways glance over her shoulder without breaking stride and snapped, “Come along, Seanna.  Don’t dawdle about.  And stop fidgeting with your robes!”

Several steps behind her a young rabbit hopped along on her bare pads clad only in her Apprentice Trial robe.  Though, to call what she had on a ‘robe’ was a bit of a stretch in Seanna’s mind.  It was more like a long vest with splits up the sides and secured by a flimsy silk belt that was more decorative than functional.  The nervous girl absently pawed and tugged at it, ever convinced that it was revealing more than her modesty was comfortable with.  This was the traditional garb of one who was to stand to be judged worthy of apprenticeship.  Supposedly, it was to prevent you from hiding anything to cheat with on your magical ordeal.  She’d also heard that ordeals for positions of Master and above were performed skyclad, a thought that she quickly pushed aside as she was already nervous enough.  Not wanting to risk the Headmistress’ further indignation, she hurried her pace.

The young rabbit swallowed hard and began running through the incantation in her mind over and over again to try and calm her nerves.  Anyone who wished to serve as a magus under the King’s court must be granted leave to serve as an apprentice to one of the other court magi for several years.  It was a rare opportunity to be sure, but Seanna was starting to entertain thoughts of bolting through the nearest window.  She started the full incantation over again in her mind and ran through it again, her lips moving silently with the words she’d practiced for months now. 

The two of them came to a large split oaken door wrought with decorative yet functional iron.  The Headmistress motioned for Seanna to halt while she conversed briefly with a ferret who was overly dressed in plush velvet.  The ferret gave a curt bow and then scurried through a smaller door within the larger one and into the room beyond.  The Headmistress came back to Seanna and guided her over to a stone bench opposite the large double doors, and motioned for her to sit.

The snow leopard sat next to the apprehensive rabbit and pulled the hood of her cloak back, revealing her swath of silver hair.  “Now child, you have prepared for this and you know what awaits you on the other side of that door.  In a moment, the Vice Chamberlain will return and announce you to the court.  The King will be there; the Vice Chamberlain, of course; the King’s Seneschal; and perhaps other court members.  The King may or may not acknowledge your presence.  Do not be concerned with this.  His Seneschal will be conducting the ordeal and passing judgement.  When you speak, you should make all remarks to the court itself and not to any one person, certainly not to the King directly.  And whatever you do, don’t forget to…”

The young rabbit twitched and fidgeted with the sash on her robes.  Seanna could barely hear the Headmistress’ words over her heart pounding in her ears.  Something about a court and the King and someone else.  She closed her eyes and tried to focus.  Best to just not say anything to anyone.  Just walk in, perform the potion enchantment, and walk out.  Simple.  Walk in, move quickly to the alchemy table, mix the ingredients, say the incantation, and walk out.  No eye contact.  Don’t say anything.  Just remember the incantation: Etalu-Cajeni-Seit-Titym-Etaru-Tas.  Etalu-Cajeni-Seit-Titym-Etaru-Tas.  Etalu-Cajeni-Seit…

Seanna bolted back awake as one of the large oaken doors clanked and started to swing open.  The Headmistress got up and Seanna followed her lead.  She saw the same overly dressed ferret from before looking down his nose at her as she followed the snow leopard inside. 

“Presenting the Headmistress of His Majesty’s Royal Thaumaturgy, and her acolyte, Seanna,” the ferret announced to the room with a theatrical bow.

Seanna followed the Headmistress towards the center of the room, sticking as close as she could without bumping into her.  She felt a burning desire to crawl up under the snow leopard’s flowing robes and hide from all the eyes in the room watching her.  Even though there was chuckling and pleasant voices coming from all around, it did nothing to settle her nerves.  Peeking out from behind the snow leopard, Seanna’s large eyes looked the room over.

Towards the back of the room, in the middle atop an ornate stone chair, was obviously the King – a mountain of a bear with a voice that could rattle the windows.  He was leaned over one arm of his granite throne with a goblet of wine in one paw, talking jovially with some wolf who looked foreign judging by his clothes.  On the King’s left was a very decorated mare whose clothing was on equal stature with the King’s so she must be the Queen.  She looked more bored than anything, playing idly with one of her locks of hair and probably wishing she could free herself from that rather uncomfortable looking bodice she was wearing.   Seanna recognized the bear just beside the Queen who was busy stuffing his face with dessert pastries as the captain of the guard.  There were a few others seated close by that she’d never seen before.  All of them seemed to be more interested in their lighthearted side conversations than her, which was just fine with Seanna.

In the center of the room was a small wooden table cluttered with various alchemical tools and ingredients, all of which looked used and battered.  Some of the labels on the glass vials were hanging on by a thread.  The table itself bore scorch marks and other scars of abuse at the paws of untrained novices.

Seanna’s gaze drifted to the right of the table where a fox with long auburn hair and wearing an ornate doublet stood staring right back at her with an unsettling grin. 

“Well?  We’re waiting,” the fox snorted, his voice dripping with conceit. 

The rabbit gave a slight nod, her ears twitching nervously, and felt the firm nudge of the Headmistress’ paw on her barely covered backside scooting her forward.  She caught her footing and padded over towards the makeshift alchemy bench.

Seanna’s ears were flushed pink.  She knew they were all watching her even if they seemed distracted in their own din of conversation.  She took a breath and wondered if there was any sort of time limit on this or if she could take a few moments to…

“Sometime today, if you please,” the fox muttered, looking down his muzzle at her. 

Seanna tried her best to ignore him.  She took a breath and cleared her throat and tried to remember not paw nervously at her robes.

“I.. Your Maje...  uh, I mean, i-if it would please the Court, to be considered for the role of…  I mean, I want to perform this to be considered for the... to be an Apprentice in your magical Court.  This potion of enlargement elixir shall be what I shall do to make it for you here and I’ll, umm, d-do that now.”

Seanna tried not to think on how much better that speech could have been delivered and instead to just focus on the task in front of her.  She had practiced this to the point of rote memorization.  She took a vial of ever-burn crystals and poured them into a small pile, fanning them until a light blue flame appeared.  She placed a miniature copper cauldron over the crystals and added the essential oils first, letting them simmer while she selected the correct ingredients from the rack.

Seanna began to relax a bit.  So far everything was proceeding as perfectly as she could have ever hoped for.  The oils were starting to clarify nicely in the cauldron.  She’d remembered all of the ingredients to add and had each vial lined up in the correct order on the table.  She even managed to smile a little realizing she’d gotten herself all worked up over nothing.  It was all downhill from here.  All that was left was to add the ingredients, say the incantation, and show off her handiwork. 

Seanna picked up the first ingredient, a vial of lotus extract, and tugged on the stopper.  It wouldn’t budge.  She tried twisting and prying on it until she thought the glass might break in her paws.  Still nothing.  Now what?  The panic in her tummy started to rise again.  This was not looking good.  She tapped the vial on the table and tried every angle she could think of, finally gripping the stopper in her teeth and pulling with both paws.


The stopper of the vial jarred loose, shaking out a portion of fine powdery dust inside into the air.  A plume of indigo dust hovered around Seanna’s head.  Seanna blinked and coughed, waving her paw around to try and get some fresh air as the lotus extract powder clung to her face and got in her nose.  It stung her nostrils, making them burn and itch.  Her eyes watered and she felt her nose start to tremble and grow wet inside. 

Geehh… *sniffle* …  *koff koff*…  heehhhh-h-h-h… hihh.. EHHEEH.. ittthhh… hih..  *GASP!* HHEEEHHH-SSHHHOOOO!!

Seanna barely had time to blindly set the half-empty vial down on the table before the itching in her nose suddenly spiked sending the young bunny into an uncontrollable fit. 


“nnngeehh…   *sniffle*  …”

Seanna rubbed her throbbing nostrils and managed to wipe her eyes and her nose off with the back of her paw.  The itching was still mildly present, but just barely.  She could feel the lotus extract powder still tickling the inside of her nostrils, but it was manageable now.  She could feel her ears burning with embarrassment, even though the King’s entourage didn’t show any indication they were aware of her display. 

The Seneschal poked his muzzle over her shoulder and goaded, “Is this too much for you to handle?  Making a simple potion too trying a challenge for you?  Perhaps you’d be better off quitting now before you really embarrass yourself.” 

Without even looking at him, she could hear that fox grinning.  If for nothing else, she was resolved to finish this if only to shut him up. 

Still sniffling a bit, Seanna wiped her nose on her arm and continued.  She took the lotus extract (much more delicately this time) and measured out what she needed into a small mixing dish.  Next came the potash, then the argentum, followed by valeran, and lataurite.  She added each to the dry mix, remembering to make the correct arcane symbols in the bowl as she blended them together. 

With determination in her eyes, she stirred the copper cauldron and held aloft the bowl of dry ingredients above the swirling oils and readied herself with the words of the incantation.  The flakes of the dry amalgam started to sprinkle into the cauldron.  The oily mixture took on a faint glow that reflected in her eyes.  Seanna sniffled and took a breath.

“Etall-l…  *sniffle* nnghh..  Etalu C-Cajen-n-n… hhh-h-h-h.. *gasp!*…  *SNIFFLE!*  Etalu Canjen-n-   Cahh.. Cajen-n-nnni… hihhh… gehh…

The burning itch in her nose had come back at the worst possible time!  The ingredients were already being added together – if she stopped now, who knows what would happen?  The glowing liquid in the cauldron began to shimmer and flash, tiny sparks popped out like hot bacon grease.  Seanna wiped her nose on the back of her wrist and continued stirring in the dry components.  She had to complete the incantation.

*sniffle* Heeeh…  geh… Etalu...  *sniffle*  Ca-ajeni…  eeehh-geehh..  *twitch* S-S-SSS-Seit-t-t…  *sniff*    Tii-iihh… HHIIHHH!   Nnggg..  *g-gasp* Tihhiihh-tm... ehhhee.. HHEEHHH!..

The tingles in her shout became sharper and teased the tip of her nose making it twitch.  Her eyes were watery with sneezy tears.  Her upper lip was trembling along with her left nostril.  The potion in the cauldron was threatening to boil over, gurgling angrily as more sparks fizzled out.  Even the pompous fox took a couple of steps back clutching his tail. 

gehh… hihh..  Cahhahajenn-n-n-nhiih..  S-See-eit… HAHH!… T-hih… T-T-Titym.. Ehh….  Ehhh… *gasp!*  GGNN-SN******XXNK!  *sniffle*   hihhhnngg…

Seanna struggled to keep her muzzle under control through the incantation as the sneezy urges swirled and fizzled in her sinuses.  The cauldron gurgled angrily, sending another volley of purple sparks spiraling out.  Her nose twitched and trembled, desperate to find relief from the tingles brewing deep in her nostrils.

Gehh…  *gasp* Hehhh-h-h-h-h-h..  S-Seeeee-hhiiit  *SNIFFLE!*..  T-Titymmm-mmmeehh..  hihih-GEEEH!  *SNIFFLE!*  Ehhh.. geh.. Eh-t-t-taru.. hh… uuu… *sniffle*  T… Tahhh.. HAAAHHH!!..  HHHEEHHPP-SN*****XXX!!  Geeeh!!  Hihih  EHH!!

The room had gone silent, with all eyes glued to Seanna and the crackling light show spurting out of the trembling cauldron in front of her.  The Seneschal fox peered out from behind a stone pillar.  The King and everyone around him were leaned forward in their seats.  The Headmistress’s tail showed her own apprehension despite her stoic appearance. 

Seanna’s nostrils started to spasm and flare.  Panicked and desperate to finish, she dumped the remaining admix into the sputtering cauldron, freeing up one paw that she pressed under her quivering nostrils.

Geehh… hihh.. HEHH!!  *g-g-gaassp!*  EEHHH-GEEHHH!..  *sniffle*  Ehh… hih... EHH-t-t-t-taruuhh… Hihh-h-h-h-h-h-h.. Tahh…. Hahh… *s-s-s-snniffle*  nnggehh!!..  Ehhh-Et-taru T-T-TAS-S-S!!  *GGGAAASSSSP!!*  GGAAAAHH-HHEPBBLEETTCCHIIIIEEEEEWWWW!!

A loud and decidedly wet sneeze exploded out of her, splashing against the cauldron and sending a plume of purple sparks spiraling out.  The elixir bubbled over and exploded with light and fury.  Seanna’s nose did likewise.


Sparks crackled from the table as the cauldron launched a purple fireball that bounced off walls, pillars, and screamed directly for the Headmistress who nonchalantly held up a silver tray and deflected it. 

Despite having her finger pressed firmly under her trembling nose, Seanna’s sneezes kept exploding out of her.


Several more sparkling rockets spiraled out of the cauldron, whipping from one wall to the next and off the ceiling.  The Seneschal fox gave a high-pitched ‘YIP!’ as one smashed into his tail and then promptly choked as another flew into his open mouth.  Several more careened wildly about the room, with several of the King’s entourage using chairs, plates, or servants as shields. 

Seanna gasped and panted, trying to get her nose under control.

HHEEYYIIHH-TTCCHIEWWW!!  Hihh… HHAAHH-BBLLTPTTCHIEWWW!!...  *sniffle*  hihh… egehh…  hihh-h-h-h… *sssiiggghhh*  nnnggggggg…

At last the cauldron and Sienna’s nose died down, leaving the room in a disarray of panting and large eyes looking about.  The Headmistress calmly put down the silver tray in her paws that was now several times bigger than it had been previous.  The melted cauldron simmered in a puddle on the table.  Seanna blew her nose and looked around desperately for a hole to crawl into.  The Seneschal came out from his hiding place behind one of the servants, dragging his enormous tail and shouted angrily.

“Thibbss ibbs addb oubrabage!” he declared, his oversized tongue flopping from one side to the other.

Seanna covered her mouth and tried not to laugh.  The fox looked positively apoplectic and stormed over towards her, his finger raised.  He opened his mouth to dismiss her but was stopped by a gasp from the Queen and the sound of her bodice tearing open.

All eyes turned to the King’s mare who was panting and fanning herself.  Her breasts were now several times bigger than before and had ripped free of their cloth prison, leaving her bodice in tatters.  Everyone’s jaw fell open as the King’s eyes dilated.  A slow grin spread over the bear’s face.

“Ha HA!  Brilliant!  Best Apprentice Ordeal we’ve ever had, eh?” the regal ursine bellowed, giving a hearty belly laugh that rumbled across the room.

The Seneschal fox bowed and grumbled his reluctant agreement, holding his tongue in one paw.  The fox turned and glared once more at Seanna before strutting off in a huff, trying not to trip over his massive tail. 

Seanna breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down in a nearby chair, feeling the color finally drain from her ears.  “Well… *sniffle*  I suppose it could have been worse.”

I'm New Here / Re: Hello!
« on: July 20, 2016, 08:45:18 PM »
Wheeee!~ *huggles*  Helloooo~  Sorry - us jackalopes can be a bit high-strung sometimes =P

I hope you have a lot of fun here!  We're always glad to see new folks come in and say Hi!  *wags!*

I'm New Here / Re: Hi!
« on: July 20, 2016, 08:40:50 PM »
Haaaaiiiiii~ *giggles*  Being shy is okays.  I know I was when I first got here.  But there are some really nice folks here and lots of good artists ans writers.  I hope you have a good time :D

I'm New Here / Re: Did hear sneezing?
« on: July 20, 2016, 08:38:45 PM »
Hee!  *pounces* Hi, I'm Dae!  *wags!*  I hope you have fun here.  There are lots of great folks in the forum.  AHH!  and your icon is too CUTE!  I love it!

Unarchived Art / Re: [M] Monsters! Yes!
« on: June 05, 2016, 09:12:45 PM »
Oh the cuteness in this is off the scale! <3 <3

Awright.. that's it.  We need another 'Werewolf with Allergies' story.  I'm inspired.  =P

Hee!  Nice work as always.  You make the neatest arts!

Oh my god, I have tried several times to finish this and I just can't make it through, but you know...

Hee hee~  Writing smut is one of the few times when being told, "I couldn't make it through your story..." is a real compliment =P 

Thanks for all the comments everyone!

Unarchived Art / Re: [M + Messy] "Wow"
« on: May 04, 2016, 08:27:48 PM »
"Wow" is right!  Hee hee~  I love this!  But then I'm always a sucker for furs in undies too =P  So this is like a double bonus for me :D

*Omg that made me melt, I love spray descriptions like these* QAQ <3 <3

(This was a joy to read, please keep making more) ^////^

Hee!  I'm so glad ya liked it!  I don't usually put spray into my stories - good to know I got it right :P 

Mmm, you're just as good at writing smut as you are sneezing. Nice story.

Hee hee~  Wow, that's quite a compliment.  Achievement unlocked!  Glad ya liked it!

Hello, my lovelies!  Today I bring you a sequel to ‘You Get What You Pay For’ which turned out to be one of my all-time favorite stories.  Special thanks and hugs go out to Mr. Tickly Noses for his help in writing this.  I do hope you enjoy!  Hee~

You Get What You Pay For Again(or, My Evening with Kris)

I don’t consider myself to be a shy or repressed fox when it comes to pleasures of the flesh.  While I don’t exactly advertise publicly my esoteric list of sexual proclivities, I don’t hide from them either.  I wasn’t always like this.  A year ago I would have shied away from indulging in anything that might cause me to be labeled ‘odd’ or ‘deviant’ in my sexuality.  But that was before I discovered Musk.

Call it what you will: a brothel, an escort service, a shoppe of ill repute.  I can tell you that none of those monikers are adequate. To say that Musk is just a place to buy sex would be as vulgar as saying that a Bugatti Chiron is just another car.  While both are technically true, they do no justice to the experience itself.  Musk takes you on a journey into the depths of pleasure that tests the limits of your sanity.  The courtesans at Musk are true artists, masters of their trade.

I’m trying to think of a way I can describe it more poetically.  Here, try this:

Just as the body needs food, the soul needs sex.  We crave it.  We need it.  We chase and devour it.  If sex is food for the soul, anyone can sate their hunger by making themselves a sandwich if you know what I mean.  Oh sure, it tastes okay and is filling, but why settle for a sandwich or even a four star chef when you can have a culinary masterpiece prepared and served by a master culinary artisan that excites all of the senses?  The way it looks makes your mouth water with desire, the smell creates a longing deep in the pit of your stomach, the sound of the sizzle against the plate, the texture against your tongue, and of course the taste that pushes you over the edge in a sea of fireworks. 

Once you’ve sampled a meal like that, nothing else compares.  Which is why I’m a regular client at Musk now.  Recently I was elevated to the list of clients who can request a private audience at home.  Home delivery of a courtesan, fully customizable and replete with a variety of succulent options and accessories.  All yours for… well, not exactly a low payment.  But well worth it.  If you ever find yourself with the means, I highly suggest you indulge your inner beast. 

For tonight’s entree, I’ve ordered something different from my normal fanfare.  Usually I might go for large, dominating, robust males.  Raw predators who excite my inner prey.  Not tonight, though.  Tonight, I feel like something a little softer and lighter.  More supple.  Younger, perhaps.  With smooth curves and a gentle touch.  I tell all of this to the headmistress and she recommends Kris - a femboi cheetah whom the menu describes as, “Pliable, yet firm”.  It says here he also enjoys roleplay and has a bit of masochistic streak.  I’m drooling already.

I have everything laid out, ready for my evening with Kris.  My phone and laptop are both off and put away where they can’t distract us.  There is a certain costume folded neatly on the coffee table in front of me.  I’ve prepared one room of my flat with some ‘special arrangements’.  And I’m currently stretched out on the sofa watching with dilated eyes and ears the front door I’ve left slightly ajar.  I’m sipping a glass of merlot wearing a half-buttoned up shirt and cotton capri pants that hug my own vulpine curves nicely.  I like it when my pet desires me as much as I him.

My tail flicks involuntarily.  Every second that passes I feel like a coiled spring slowly being wound tighter and tighter.  The ride is going to be amazing, I’m sure - but my real anticipation is locked away behind that door to my other room, the one I’ve prepared special.  I can feel pre creeping up my shaft just thinking about it. 

There is a gentle knock and a pair of black-tipped feline ears peek around the edge of the door as it creeps open.  The ears are followed by a pair of gorgeous eyes on a cherubic face.  I tell him to please come in, trying to keep my heart from going into arrhythmia just from the sight of him.

He’s wearing cotton/lycra pants that are colored to look like faded blue jeans.  They hug and grip every curve on his body like paint.  His torso is covered only in a fishnet shirt that is purposefully too big for him and hangs to one side over his left shoulder.  Under the track lighting of my flat, I can see the shimmer across his fur from a touch of glitter.  He’s wearing just a hint of eyeliner and from here I can’t tell if the blush on his cheeks is real or rouge but either way it’s making my heat burn. 

He moves slowly, deliberately.  Pacing forward and stepping lightly, his eyes never leave my gaze.  He’s dancing with me, with the room, with my heart.  He glides more than he walks.  With every step, my eyes swallow the outline of every curve and arch of his body.  I can’t tell if he’s a professional dancer or not, but I doubt he ever stumbles if not on purpose.

He stops at the edge of the room where the kitchen bar meets the living room area and waits patiently for me to inspect the entree with his paws clasped shyly behind his back, one foot behind the other.  He smiles sweetly as I approach and I catch a glimpse of his eyes wandering up and down my body as I do the same to him.  He stands there, idly twitching his ears, feeling my eyes pressed up against every contour on his young, lithe, supple frame. 

I resist the terrible desire to reach out and caress that tight body of his, to glide my paws over that round ass and across the well-defined bulge in his pants and down his toned thighs and legs.  He’s smaller than me to the point I bet I could almost pick him up with one arm if I tried.  He looks up at me with a shy demeanor, silently asking me what I would like to do next while simultaneously making my sheath lurch.  Damn, he’s good. 

I return to the sofa with my merlot and rest one ankle on the other knee.  “There’s an outfit on the table in front of you, pet.  Put it on - slowly.  Show me every texture and shape of your body.  Make my eyes beg for more.”  In approximately two minutes, I’m going to regret being so cocky. 

He nods and gives a very slight curtsey with a smile and a flick of his tail.  I pour myself another glass of wine while he unfurls the pieces of the ‘French Maid’ outfit, complete with oversized feather duster.  He gives a knowing smile and shimmies out of his fishnet shirt.  Clearly this is not the first time he’s seen or worn this costume but I promise this time will be unlike any other time he’s had it on before. 

Even doing something as simple as taking off his shirt, his movements are smooth and refined.  I’m starting to appreciate where the price he commands comes from.  He treats everything like a dance, his entire body moves as liquid making the most mundane task a sensual display.  He bends over to let the shirt slide off his torso, his legs cross allowing his body to rotate as the fabric slides down onto the floor.  That simple act alone was enough to make my mouth go dry and my jaw go slack.  And he’s only gotten started. 

Not only is he a good display artist, he’s also a good performance artist.  There’s a difference, you see.  He’s watching me, watching my eyes ears, tail, and body for subtle clues to my arousal and plays off them.  Like I said, he’s good.  Even though he’s my pet for the night and I’m his master, he’s testing the limits of that dichotomy with nothing more than a flick of his tail across the back of his thighs.  That alone sets the fur at the base of my tail alight, and brings a flash of satisfaction across his face.  My eyes hurt from being dilated this long.

He starts on his pants next, unclasping the buttons on the front, revealing the soft fabric of his panties underneath.  He turns sideways to me and peels them off in an exaggerated motion to show off how he can touch his ankles with his face.  His paws slide the stretchy fabric of his jeans down along the contours of his thighs and legs with his ass and tail straight up.  It’s all I can to to remember to keep breathing as my heart rate doubles yet again.  I also remember to close my jaw before I drool on myself.

He’s left wearing naught but his dark blue panties outlined with orange trim to resemble boy’s briefs.  They leave nothing to the imagination and barely contain him.  He runs his thumb around the waist and shrugs shyly, pretending to be bashful.  I swallow so hard I nearly choke.  He knows just how much this is torturing me.  I swirl what’s left of the merlot into my muzzle and pick myself up a bit shaky from the sofa.  It’s time for daddy to sample some of this sweet dish.

He holds his pose while I approach and circle him.  I lean over him gently, letting my muzzle graze softly around his neck and shoulders and then up over his ears.  My nostrils twitch, taking in his aroma.  I feel the muscles in my stomach tighten involuntarily and my tail flick, betraying my impatience.  “You won’t be needing these,” I barely hiss into his ears from behind as my paws slip gently into the back of his panties and slide them down across his curves.  Before I realize he’s moving at all, he leans back enough to turn his head and nuzzle into my ear, his arm drapes over the top of my neck in a backwards embrace.  He whispers, “As you wish, sire.”  His tongue just barely grazes the edge of my ear.  I get dizzy and have to use the kitchen bar to steady myself with my outstretched paw. 

He stands there in front  of me, facing away and looking over his shoulder with a shy giggle though for the life of me I cannot take my eyes off that petite, feminine ass of his.  My meal continues his dance with a waltz over to the coffee table to pick up his costume, keeping his back to me as if it would be improper to do otherwise.  When he picks up the white lace panties, he again takes to opportunity to show how he can touch his toes with the tips of his ears before stepping into them.  The show is impressive, but I’ve seen it.  I’m getting my wind back now and my wits about me.  Though I finally have no choice but to adjust my capri pants to make more room.

He makes a show of trying to stuff the rest of himself into the wholly inadequate amount of fabric of the lace panties before donning the rest of the outfit, complete with a leash and collar.  He holds the oversized feather duster up in one paw and passes me the end of the leash in the other.  I take it and pause to drink him in, standing there in front of me in that tastefully too-short skirt and blouse.  The beast inside me howls to take him right now.  Bend him across the nearest piece of furniture and have my way with every piece of his flesh, it tells me. 

I take a breath and sigh, forcing a calm over my urges.  Down boy.  This is a meal to be savored, not ravaged. 

“Come, pet.  You have work to do.”  I give the leash a tug and turn towards the room I have set up.  I turn my head back to see his expression as I open the door.  His is a mix of curiosity and trepidation, his whiskers twitch and his tail flicks with nervous pleasure.  I can see dawning comprehension in his eyes.  The feather duster’s purpose is not what he thought.  He gulps audibly and looks to me and back to the room.  A toothy grin spreads across my muzzle.  I love it when I make them squirm.

This is usually my den.  My personal sanctuary within my sanctuary.  It’s quiet and serene.  The curved sofa and the chaise lounge are oversized and more comfortable than most with lots of room to stretch out.  The walls are lined with individually crafted bookshelves, full of dramas, mysteries, and yes, of course, erotic romance literature.  Out there in the kitchen pantry I keep wine and sherry.  In here I keep my best collections of scotch and gin.  The room is tinted with the vague aroma of pipe tobacco.  The lighting is warm and soft.  It’s not exactly an avenue I would casually use for sex, save one salient detail I neglected. 

Every surface, every book, every knick-knack, and decoration are all covered by a thick layer of dust.  His tail flicks with sharp jabs.  His left eye twitches.  His trepidation, my cock, begin to swell. 

“Let’s go, pet.  Time to work.”  I give his ass a grope of encouragement, nudging him inside.  He mews faintly, whether on purpose or not I still find it amusing.  He poses in front of the first set of shelves, bending over just enough to lift the back of the skirt off the round curves of his ass and starts to work the feathers across the shelf. 

I pour myself a scotch with ice and relax on the sofa.  My eyes follow every movement and twitch of his body while the visibly obvious anticipation in my cotton pants twitches to the same rhythm.

He swipes back and forth in a slow rhythm, swinging his tail like a pendulum.  It drives me insane and he knows it.  I’ve been granite-hard for almost an hour now and this is just making me throb involuntarily, the veins in my dick surge like mountain ranges.  The duster does little more than kick up plumes of dusty clouds all around him.  I can hear the effects start immediately, the first droplets of condensation on his pink nostrils begin to coalesce.  I can feel the pre rising.

He’s sniffling within moments.  He pauses for a moment to wipe his runny nose with the back of his paw and I calmly get up and slap his panty-clad ass as punishment.  No stopping.  Keep working, pet.  He yelps and mewls his acknowledgement followed by another string of sniffles.  I can hear his breathing changing now - it’s labored and slow.  He’s fighting the urges in his muzzle and it’s making my dick so hard I could play baseball with it.

I kneel down behind him and slide his panties down just enough to expose his ass to my muzzle.  Be good and I’ll reward you.  Stray from your work and get punished.  He moans softly as my tongue presses up under his tail.  I let my paws wrap over his torso and ho his chest and I can feel him fighting the urge to sneeze.  His breath is short and hitched.  He’s just barely hanging on now.  I press my tongue up inside him to test the limits of his focus, swirling and licking.  He tastes amazing.  I can hear him moan softly as his concentration breaks and his control wanes. 

*sniffle*  nnngggg…  ohh-h-h-h f-f-fuu… hih.. Hheehhhhh-h-h-h-h-hh HHHEEE-GGIIHHHHIIHH.. hih… EEH.. HIITTCCHIEWWWW!!..  HHIISSSHIEWWW!!.. EEYYIISHEEEWW!!  HHISSSHHOO!!  EEEYYIISHHOO!  HIISSHHIEWW!!  HIISSHHEWW!!

Ohhhhh - he’s one of those.  Short, quick, rapid fire sneezes that come in massive little fits and render you helpless.  If you’re not a true sneezing enthusiast as I am, you cannot appreciate all the different varieties and flavors you encounter.  Short and rapid, long and drawn out, wet, dry, raspy, loud, soft, muffled, silent, explosive, contained…  Oh, I could go on.  That is, if my higher cognitive functions were not currently being overwhelmed with unbridled lust.

I growl through my clenched teeth and dig my claws into my thigh, resisting the painful urge to ram my cock into the nearest orifice and cum buckets.  I can feel the surge of fluid rising from my balls, pressing against the base of my knot, threatening to erupt prematurely.  I'm panting now, my temperature rising.  I reach inside my sticky capri pants and grip my shaft tightly, forcing the orgasm back down and squeezing out more strands of pre.   

Such a naughty pet, making me drip me like this.  You’ll have to be punished again.

“Grab the shelf and lift your tail.”  He does, with a look over his shoulders of mock sorrow, though his eyes dance with anticipation.  I bring my paw across his rear and he gasps.  Again and again I punish his firm round ass with my paw while he grunts and sniffles.  I can see the fabric of his panties starting to stretch tight as his desire begins to swell and pull against the fabric. 

You dare enjoy your punishment?  Insolence!  I spank him harder and faster, watching his ass clench and flex underneath the white fabric.  His tiny moans morph into grunts of barely restrained carnal desire.

“Get back to your cleaning, pet.  You’re not even close to being done.”

He mewls and sniffles wetly against his runny nose.  The clouds of dust swirling in the air start to cling to his wet nostrils, making his entire muzzle twitch and gasp incessantly.  He looks back at me with pleading eyes, desperately asking if he can rub his itchy nose.  I respond by sitting myself down between his crotch and the shelf, ripping his parties free with my teeth, filling my muzzle with the scent of his sex. 

I hear him sniffle wetly.  It's that overly wet sound of desperation when your nose is running so much there is no hope of not making a mess everywhere.  Speaking of wet messes, my capri pants are all but ruined.  I open my drooling maw and envelope his balls with my tongue.

hhhh-hh-hhhh.. *sniffle*  hh.. heehhh-HHIIHHHH!..  nnggggghhh.. *SNIFF!*...

He’s balanced precariously, straddling my position on the floor in front of him with my face buried in his crotch while leaning over me with one paw on the shelf for balance.  I can hear his breath getting more and more erratic.  He’s being such a good pet, fighting back the tickles in his nose, blinking away the sneezy tears in his eyes.  He’s gasping desperately now, begging for permission to release the urges in his muzzle and find some relief from the tickly feelings plaguing his nose.  Each breath I can almost hear him whispering, "Please.  Please, I can't take it.  Please, master, I need to sneeze so badly.”

I up the ante by swallowing his cock.  He twitches in both body and voice when I take him into my mouth.  His gasps are getting more desperate now that his attention is divided between his sex and his muzzle.  He drops the feather duster to the floor and grabs onto the shelf with both paws as the sensations in both organs prove too much to handle.

Hhhsshhhhiiggh.. hih.. I’m s-so-o-orry m-m-m-mmmass-sster, I c-c-can’t .. *SNIFFLE* .. have t-to snee-heee-hheeeeze~.. HHISSHHIIEW!!  IITTCCHOO!!  HIISSHHOOO!  HIIISSHHOO!!  IISSHHIEWWW!!  IISSSHHIEWWW!!  hihh.. hih.. HEEESSHIEWWW!!  HHHEEEEEYIIISHEHWWWW!!  AAAAYIIISHHHIHIEWWWWWW!!

Mmmmmm~ Oh god, I can feel every spasm and desperate gasp relayed through his cock twitching in my mouth.  I lap hungrily at the sweet nectar oozing out of his tip, loving the electric tic of his shaft against my tongue.  The wet spray of his nose rains down on my ears with a gentle mist and sends ripples down the fur of my spine and tail.  I hear him moan and scrape his claws against the bookshelf, his body tensing up with impending release.  His balls must be begging to cum so hard.  I know mine are.

I pull my muzzle off of his hot swollen flesh and wrap my fingers tight around the base as he squirms involuntarily and yelps in frustration.  Heh.  You can blame Cameron for that one.  I learned a trick or two from that kitty.  Oh, don’t worry - I won’t cum-block you for long.  I’m just as anxious to see that sweet release as you are. 

He backs away and sniffles against his runny nose as best he can.  Poor thing.  He’s quite a mess now with his red, swollen nose and watery eyes.  His nostrils are so swollen and inflamed.  He needs to blow his nose so bad.  It makes this kind of 'squelch’ sound every time he rubs it against the back of his paw.  I stand up and motion him towards the chaise lounge sofa in the room with one paw on his bare ass and with the other I pick up the filthy duster.

hheehgeh..hih.. *g-g-gaaassssp*  I… I’m s-s-s-soorry m-maaassstt-ttt… I geeheeehhh c-caann’t  s-s-sssstop snneeee… hhh.. heee.. HHEEEEEYYIISCCHH-*******NK!

His nose sits firmly clenched in my fingers as I scold him with my eyes.  You do not have permission to sneeze, pet.  You need to learn your place.  Sneezing and cumming are privileges you must earn.  Here, let me show you.

I lay him on his back and kneel down between his legs and oh-my-fucking-god did he just spread his legs in a perfect split?  I swallow hard and try to put my eyes back in my head as I stare at one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen - a femboi on his back with his legs spread in a perfect 180 degree split, his tail curled in a tiny circle under his ass.  Well played, pet.  You’ve earned a treat from your master.  I slide my painfully swollen cock into his ass and watch his whole body quiver in appreciation.  But before he can get too comfortable with my token gift, I pick up the feather duster and grin evilly down at him.

The feathers are drenched in clumps of dust that shake loose with the slightest of movements.  My cock still lodged inside him, I lean forward a bit and tease the tip of his cute nose with the edge of the feathers, dragging it back and forth across his face and making him squirm underneath me.

Heeyiihhnnggg.. GEEEH!.. *SNIFFLE*  hih.. HHHIHHYYHHgghhhiHH...  No, p-p-pleee-hheeeh-eease m-m-maassss-ssss CHHHiihhhhhh.. HHIH.. m-mas-sster I c-can’t h-help fffbbbtthh… HEEH.. HHIIIIITTTCCHH-FM********BBBBFFT!

Uh-uh.  Nope.  I shake my head in disapproval with my finger pressed firmly under his nose.  I told you, no sneezing without permission.  Though, in truth I’m not sure who is going to explode first, me or him.  I feel every squirm and spasm of his body as a contraction of flesh around my dick like a milking machine trying to forcefully suck semen out of me.  And it’s working.  I can feel it pressing up against the base of my knot, threatening to overwhelm my control and explode out of me.

I'm not sure who just moaned louder, me or him.

He sniffles and looks up at me, waxing pathetic with his large eyes, pleading for mercy for both his nose and his cock which is pouring pre on his tummy like a leaky faucet.  His nose is trembling visibly and I know he can’t take much more torment, though neither can I at this point.  I tickle the feathers across his nose again and release my hold on his nose as my hips start to thrust involuntarily. 

My paw swipes across his nose, dragging copious amounts of mess across my pads which I wrap around his pre-slathered cock.  The natural mix of lubricants squish out between my fingers noisily while I stroke him, forcing him closer to orgasm.

Hhiihhyyyhh.. geeh… Oh, fuck me, master!.. *SNIFFLE*  F-F-Fuuck m-me h-har.. ha.. heehh.. HHIIIITTCCHIIEWWWWWWW!!  F-f-fuck m-me h-h-ard…  harder…  ggeehh-hiihhggg *gasp!* HHHIIHHH-TTTCCCHHIEWWWWW!! HHIISTTCHIEWW!  HIISSSHHEWWWW!!.. G-give m-me y- your c-cooc..  cHHIIEWWWW!!  HHIISHIEWWW!! YIISSHHIEWWW!! I w-want …  f-f-fill m-me u-uhhhhh hhihhh HHEETTCCHIEWWW!!  HIISSHIEWWW!!

His ass clamps down and sucks on my cock with each spasm until he finally succeeds in pulling my knot inside of him.  With a quick turn, he folds his legs behind my outstretched tail in a vise grip that forces me balls-deep into him.  The sensation surprises me so that I yip loud enough to annoy the neighbors.


He’s totally lost in a sneezing fit.  Once again, I’m reduced to a snarling beast so overtaken by carnal lust that I’m losing higher brain functions.  My tail shoots straight out and trembles, my ears fold back along with my face into a growling snarl, my claws grip the fabric so hard it tears free, my balls contract with painful force and pump wave after wave of hot, thick seed into him.  I throw my head back and howl.  The beast takes over.  I cum so much it feels like piss flowing out of me. 

He pauses his sneezing fit just long enough for me to wrap a trembling paw around his flesh to milk him dry.  He cries out in a high-pitched squeal, muffled by biting his own lip as hot ropes splash across his chest and face.  It leaves his ears and cheeks flushed and his body shivering with aftershocks. 

I’m panting so hard it almost hurts to breathe.  He looks up at me and gives a weak smile and… did he wink?  I’m so cum-drunk that I can’t make my eyes focus but I’m all but positive this femboi just winked at me.  I murr audibly in question and try to dislodge my throbbing knot from his ass, but he’s still too tight or I’m still to swollen.  I can’t pull free just y…

Dawning comprehension washes over me like a bucket of ice water on my fur.  His nose is still saturated with feathers and dust.  I can feel his very toned muscles clamping down like a vise grip on my hopelessly swollen knot.  His legs are wrapped around me.  His nostrils are still twitching.  His breaths are still punctuated with sharp gasps.  His eyes are laughing at me.  He quirks one eyebrow and smirks.  I feel my ears flatten, my fur prickle, my eyes widen, as I slowly shake my head and silently plead for him not to do what he’s about to do.

HHIITTCCHIEWWWW!!.. hih.. hehhh.. oh, m-mass-sster.. the d-dust.. it t-tickles my n-nose.. I c-can’t s-stop sneehee… sneezing!.. HHEEETTCCHIEWWW!!  HHIIIISSHIEWW!!  IITCCHOO!!  HIISSHIEWWW!! ISSHHHEWWW!!  HHIIHSSSHEWW!!

Oh, you little bastard!  I snarl and struggle against his grip, flailing and trying to pry my hypersensitive cock free from his tight flesh.  But every movement sends sparks across my ticklish flesh and elicits a squeal from my lips.  I hear him gasping and sniffling, his muzzle quivering.  He’s threatening to sneeze again, nearly giving me a stroke.  I can feel another spasm building in my loins, heat rising.  I can’t stop it.  I’m panting so hard now.  It’s all I can do to grip the back of the furniture and growl as the orgasm takes me.


I arch my back and howl feral as a another wave of heat consumes me.  My loins sputter and force another orgasm out of me, ejecting whatever remnants of cum residue had remained from before.

Geeehhh-hheehhhh…  *sniffle*  I.. I think… I.. nnGGEEHHH!!..  Oh!... I *sssnnniiifffle*  I...  I’m g-gonna..  Sn-sn-sn-sneeeeze a-ahh… aHHHH.. HIHH!  Ag-g-again!...  HHIIITTCCHHHIEWWWW!!  HIISSSHHIEWWW!!  IIISSHHIEWW!!  HIISSSHHOOO!!  HIISSSHHOOO!!  EEYIISHIIEWWW!!

I’m barely conscious, my paws shaking.  I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve orgasmed, my cum sucked out of me so forcefully I feel like I’ve lost blood.  The words ‘painfully hard’ barely do justice to the state of my turgid flesh still lodged tightly inside that femboi ass.  But I’ll be damned if I’m going to pass out before I’ve put this pet back in his place!  I drag my paw across his chest and saturate it in his own cum for lube as I stroke him mercilessly.  My knot is still lodged in him, pressing up against that twitching prostate.  He squeals and thrashes about, unable to stop himself from cumming again.  It leaves us both exhausted and out of breath, collapsed in a steaming pile of wet fur and bliss.  There is an audible pop and a gush of all the fluid I pumped him full of comes rushing out all over both of us.


I wake up, strewn naked diagonally across my bed.  The first amber rays of dawn illuminate the sky along the walls of glass that surround my loft apartment bedroom.  My muzzle immediately registers the smell of wet sheets, musk, feathers, cum, and lube - trophies of our second and third rounds.  I grunt and pull myself up, fumbling with my impossibly hard morning glory and slipping on a silk robe.

An impressive yawn escapes my muzzle as I pour a steaming cup of coffee and try to sip my way back to consciousness.  Off to the side, the hiss of the shower fills the bathroom with steam.  I grin and lean against the counter, my eyes tracing the silhouette of last night’s meal as he cleans himself off.  I toy with the idea of slipping in to help wash all those cracks and crevices.  My cock twitches with a soreness that makes me wince with second thoughts. 

He steps out in a billow of steam and I smile softly, sipping my coffee.  Stay, I tell him.  Here, have some coffee and come back to bed with me.  He smiles sweetly and shakes his head, toweling himself off in a way that makes my sheath stir. 

“I have to get going.  It’s nearly dawn, you know.  Almost time for me to turn back into a pumpkin.”

I nod, knowing all that already.  “You were fucking amazing.  I want to see you again.. Kris?  Is that short for something?”

He smirks, pulling on his original panties and jeans.  “Sure, it’s short for ‘Krissiana’,” he giggles.  “I’m kidding.  Kris isn’t my real name, of course.  Keep making me cum like that, though, and I might be persuaded to tell you one night.”

He tosses the fishnet shirt in a bag and opts instead for a black tee shirt with the the words, “My Dixie Wrecked” emblazoned across.  I walk over and follow him to the front door, unable to resist giving that amazing ass of his a playful goodbye smack.  He opens the door and smirks, looking back at me.

“Behave, or next time I’ll bring my roommate and really give you a run for your money.”

I have no idea what he means. 

Hello my lovelies!  It’s been way too long since I wrote a story about my favorite alsatian.  It’s also been long overdue for Dixie to show up again.  What mischief will Alex cause this time?  Hee hee~  Special thanks to Kyrl who inspired the idea and help with the editing.  Hope you all enjoy!

Dante vs. The Greatest Senior Project Ever

Dante sat on the cold metal examination table in his boxer-briefs and tugged bashfully at the papery examination gown that barely covered his modesty.  The fact that his doctor was not only a female border collie but amazingly cute as well was not helping his desire to get through this ordeal without an embarrassing boner popping up.  The blushing alsatian played absently with his tail and tried not to fidget too much while she looked over his chart.
The doctor finally looked up and tried to give him a reassuring smile, but it only made Dante’s heart beat faster.  He tried to listen to what she was saying and not get too distracted by how her cleavage was barely contained by the straining buttons on her lab coat. 

“So, Mr. Dante – tell me about this problem you have.  It sounds very intriguing, I must say.”  Her voice seemed to him as beautiful as her curves.
“I, uh..  well, you see, um..  I have hay fever – like, really bad hay fever.  But um, I know that’s not really unusual – it, um..  well, you see when I start to feel a sneeze attack coming, It makes my um…”  He felt himself trying to shrink down inside his gown.  The doctor continued her disarming smile and nodded him to continue, her long hair brushing across her shoulders.  “I.. um, g-get aroused and it sometimes..  *deep breath* I cum like a firehose,” he finally managed to choke out.
The doctor nodded, “I see.  Well, Mr. Dante, I think we can help you.  We have some experimental and, shall we say, ‘unconventional’ techniques here.  But if you’ll put yourself in my capable paws, I’m sure well have you feeling better in no time.”
The mere thought of putting any part of him in her ‘capable paws’ was enough to make his sheath stir.  He nodded and winced, trying to suppress his barely clad loins from getting any ideas.   
The doctor put down the clipboard and put on her stethoscope and got very close to the tense alsatian.  “Now, just try and relax.  I’m going to get a look at your vitals and examine you all over for anything unusual.  Nothing to be nervous about, Mr. Dante.  Just breath normally.”  Her paws moved all over his torso with a silky, delicate touch as she listened to his breathing and heart.
“Deep breath, now.  And exhale slowly - good.  You mentioned allergies.  What gives you the worst, the messiest, the most uncontrollable sneezes, hmm?”
Dante’s heart was pounding furiously as her paws probed his torso. The pleasant aroma of her perfume and the proximity of her cleavage were not helping him concentrate on trying to answer her question.  “It, umm.. I.. I’m allergic to dust and pollen.  But, um.. I mean, my nose is kind of sensitive to things like feathers too, but ragweed is just terrible.  I can’t control myself around ragweed at all.  The sneezes are just too big and powerful.”
The border collie nodded and moved the stethoscope to the side of his ribs.  “Another deep breath.  And when did you first notice this connection between your sneezing fits and your powerful, gushing orgasms?”
*grrrrkkk!* EHH-GEEE!  HEEE HEE HEE!~  Accppff!”  Dante tried his best not to squirm, but when she wiggled her paws on his ribs, he couldn’t take it.
“Oh!  Oh, I’m sorry – You seem to be really ticklish there, huh?”  The doctor paused to make some notes on her clipboard.
Dante curled his feet together under the table and held his tail again.  “Y-yeah, I’m pretty ticklish there and some other places.  Why?  Do you really need to write that down?  Is that important?”
The doctor gave him a half smile that Dante would swear was a little less than completely professional.  “It might be.  We’ll see later when we begin the full response diagnostic.”
Dante’s pulse quickened, a nervous shiver went down the fur on his back.  “Wait, what?  What kind of diagnostic?  What are you looking for?  Isn’t there like a pill or something you can give me?  Do you have to see what happens when I.. um…”  Dante trailed off, unable to finish his words when the examination suddenly took a much more intimate turn.
“Cough for me.  That’s good.  Okay, aaaaannndd..  again please.  Hmmmm.  Once more?  Very nice,” she scribbled some more notes while Dante tried repress the urge to start panting.  “Well, in order for me to correctly diagnose and treat your rather unusual response to sneezing, I’ll have to see what’s going on all over this body of yours, won’t I?  But you needn’t be embarrassed.”
Dante breathed a sigh of relief.  “Oh.  You mean you won’t need to see me actually cum all over myself?  That’s a relief, actually.”
The doctor put down her clipboard and flicked a switch next to the exam table.  The opposite wall of the room started to fold up like an accordion revealing an elaborate setup around the most sci-fi looking chair that Dante had ever seen.  It was made of many separate, adjustable pieces complete with separate rests for each arm and leg and some rather questionable looking straps.  Surrounding it were an array of computer screens and a bundles of multi-colored wires from the ceiling with tiny attachments on them.  Dante gulped audibly and felt his tail curl up under him.
The doctor continued as the alsatian stared in awe at the setup.  “No, I mean you have no reason to be embarrassed because I’m a doctor.”  She added with a rather coy smile, “You have nothing you need to hide from me, Mr. Dante.  My assistant will help get you prepped for the procedure.”
Dante continued to stare agape at the setup in the other room.  “Wait, you’re not serious are you?  I.. what is that thing?  Can I at least put some pants on?” he whimpered, hopping down from the exam table and tugging on his flimsy gown.
The doctor’s assistant entered the room with an overly-cheerful expression while the doctor continued.  “Now, there’s no need to be shy, Mr. Dante.  Besides, I want to see your c... *ahem*  I need to see for myself just how strong a reaction we’re talking about.”  She turned to the cheetah standing next to her.  “Please help Mr. Dante get situated and prepped, won’t you?”
Dante turned and looked nonplussed at the cheetah standing in front of him wearing scrub pants that appeared to be made out of spandex and a tight tee shirt that said “Freelance Proctologist” in rainbow letters.  “Wait, ALEX?  Seriously?  How are YOU a doctor’s assistant?  What are you do- Hey!”
Alex grabbed Dante by the arm and shuffled him over to the odd looking chair.  “Oh, you know – I took some night courses here and there - something like that.  C’mon, sweet cheeks, let’s get you all strapped in here.”
“Wait, hang on.  What IS this thing?  Why do I have to be strapped in?  What are you gonna..?  How is this suppose to… he-help… um.. *gulp*  me..?”  Dante trailed off and choked as the doctor leaned over and rested her cleavage on Dante’s left arm and flitted her fingers through his hair. 

“Shhhh~ Just relax.  This won’t hurt at all.  In fact, unless I’m mistaken, it might just feel pretty amazing,” she purred, hypnotizing Dante with her large eyes.  He swallowed quickly so he wouldn’t drool on himself.
“This is a new experimental procedure that should tell us just what’s going on inside you when things get, um..  well, out of control.  We’re going to take these little probes here and attach them to your noggin – here, Alex, go ahead – and then these we’re going to place along your nostrils and your muzzle… like this…  and then these last ones – here you go, Alex – will be attached to your co..  um, your genital area.”
Dante winced and blushed as Alex took his time on the last bit.  When he poked his head up and finally pulled his paws out of Dante’s underwear, Dante gave him an annoyed glance.  “Enjoy yourself there?”
“Why, Dante!  I can’t believe you’d ask me that.  When have I ever not enjoyed myself,” he giggled.
The border collie doctor took a seat nearby and brought up the displays on the monitors.  “Alright, let’s see how we’re looking, here.  Heart rate is a bit fast.  Breathing is normal.  Brain activity looks good.  And your sex impulses are quite normal and healthy.”  Dante could swear he heard her smirk when she said the last bit.  “We’re ready to begin.  Dante, all I need from you is for you to describe what you’re feeling, or any sensations in your body – anything at all.  Ready?”
The alsatian glanced down at the tiny probe things around his nostrils and his muzzle and at all the tiny wires sticking out from under the flimsy hospital gown and tucked into his undies.  He tried to avoid looking at Alex, who was standing there with a much too happy look on his face.

 “Um, I guess?  I mean I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be fee-hee.. heehh.. geeh... oh.. nnnggg!... I.. wh-wh-whaat.. iss.. g-going.. hheeeh-h-h-h.. hihih.. going o-o-onn geehhh!”  Dante suddenly felt tiny electric-like tingles surging and swirling all through his muzzle and down to the tip of his nose, just barely enough to be noticeable.  His nostrils reacted immediately, starting to tremble and flare out, growing shiny with moisture.
The doctor’s eyes sparkled as she looked him up and down, drinking in the whole-body reaction he was having from the stimulation to his nasal passages. 

“Easy, now.  It’s just the start of the process.  We’re going to stimulate the nerve endings in your nose and see what the overall response is.  Just tell me how you’re feeling right now – what does it feel like in your nose and are you feeling aroused at all?”
Dante sniffled and rolled his eyes.  Aroused?  Ha.  Lying here in his underwear with probes attached to his junk, in front of an audience and on display to anyone who walked in the door.  ‘Aroused’ was not the word he would choose at the moment. 

“Umm.. *sniffle*  It f-feels kind of w-weird… like um.. I.. hih.. I f-feel like I .. like I’m gonna sn.. sneeze.. but.. it.. Like it.. Hhh… hheeehhh-gggeeehhh...  hihh… l-l-like it’s s-stuck..  *wet sniffle*  b-but it’s kinda mmmm-mmaking my n-n-ose runny.. *sniffle*
The doctor purred, “I see, and your sex?  Anything at all?”
Alex enthusiastically lifted the edge of Dante’s gown and was just about to reach inside Dante’s briefs before Dante whapped him with his tail and glared, “Th-thank you, Alex!  I can..  *sniffle*  I.. um, nn-no.  Nothing.  I .. oh jeez, this is terrible.  I r-really need t-to s-s-s-snn-neeze..  *sniffle*” 
The doctor looked over the graphs and readouts on the monitors and then glanced over at Alex.  “The results suggest we may need to move on to Levels 2 and 3.  Go ahead and bring in the supplies just in case.”

Dante sniffled and grunted in question.  Levels 2 and 3?  Whatever that was, it made the fur on his tail prickle.  And though it was difficult to be sure with his runny nose, he could almost swear he could sniff the faint scent of heat emanating from the doctor.  She seemed way too in to this for his comfort.  He tugged experimentally at the the straps around his wrists and ankles.
Dante’s ears perked to the sound of the side door being opened.  Alex leaned out into the hall and crooned, “Oh, nuur-uurrse~  I think we’ll be needing all the supplies.  Be a dear and bring them in, won’t you?  Oh don’t give me that look – you look fabulous in that outfit.”
Dante furrowed his brow and lifted his head up to see Alex’s boyfriend - a rather muscular otter - entered the room wearing an antique nurse’s hat and dress that barely covered anything while carrying a tray of items Dante could not clearly make out. 

Dante huffed, “Oh, come on!  He can’t be a nurse!”  The otter rolled his eyes, apparently in agreement with Dante.
Alex just grinned.  “Thank you, Nurse ~Edwardo~.  And, Dante!  What a thing to say!  Of course hot, chiseled, muscular, otters-bois can be nurses!  I mean, just look at how well he wears his outfit.  Psshh..  Whatever – don’t mind him, love.  You look amazing.”
Dante huffed again.  “That’s not what I meant and you know iiiihhhh.. hhiiihhh.. HEEHHH!.. nngg.. *g-g-aassp!*”  The tingles in his nose suddenly spiked, the tiny probes on his muzzle buzzing audibly against his trembling nostrils.  He could feel the first hint of response in his loins, the same tingly sensation in his nose being mirrored underneath his balls.  He shivered with dread, thinking about the pressure that was starting to build up in his balls and prostate.
The doctor slowly adjusted the dial on the machine, watching Dante’s every reaction with rapt attention, her eyes swelling with hunger.  “Tell me, Mr. Dante.  How does it feel now?  How bad is it?”
The alsatian sniffled wetly and tugged at his arm restraints, desperate to try and rub his nose which was twitching wildly.  “It f-f-f-feels l-l-like I hrrrrrhhh-ggeehhh-h-h-h! hheehh-jjiiihh!  Ehhh!..  I h-h-have f-f-f-f-ffffffeathers s-s-s-sttucck in m-m-m  GEHHH! n-n-no-o-o-o-o-ose.. HIIHHH!… eehhhh… *g-g-g-aaasssp*  p-p-pll-l-l-please.. I n-n-n-n-nee-eed t-t-to hhiihh-yiihhhh… HEHH… n-need to sn-sneeze s-s-soo .. b-b-b-bad… it t-t-t-tickles… I  c-c-can’t hhhh.. EHhh.. hihh.. t-t-ake i-i-ihhihihih-it!”  He whimpered and gasped as his muzzle scrunched up, wiggling against the intense itchy feeling plaguing his sinuses.
The doctor nodded, her tongue darting over her lips.  “I see.  And is there any secondary reaction?”
Dante was gasping too much to bark any objections as Alex lifted the flimsy gown up and felt around, taking his sweet time.  “Hmm…  I see.  That’s interesting.  Hmmm…  Oh, very nice~.  Nope, nothing yet,” he smirked.
The doctor nodded, her eyes fixated on Dante’s struggling, sneezy expression.  “Well, then.  I’d say we need more… encouragement.  Bring me the Level 2 instruments, would you?  I need to… stimulate the patient some more,” she purred.
“Nurse ~Edwardo~?”  Alex purred over at the otter who shook his head with an annoyed look as he brought over the tray.
Dante panted.  The tingles in his nose were relentless.  They kept him right on the cusp of sneezing without pushing him over.  His nostrils flared wildly, trying to overcome the tingles that ran up and down his shivering muzzle, but unable to do more than throb and twitch.  The doctor pulled her chair over next to him and gave him a smile that was half reassuring and half raw desire.  Dante felt the bulge in his undies lurch - and not from anything to do with his nose.  Between the sneezy feelings in his sinuses and the low-cut cleavage spilling out of the doctor’s lab coat, Dante knew he’d be rock hard soon.
Dante’s eyes followed her paws as she picked up five small nibs – each one designed to fit neatly on the end of a fingertip.  At the tip of each one were several small, tightly packed feathers protruding out like tickly claws.  She put them on her right paw, effectively giving her ‘feather-claws’ on all her fingers.  She wiggled her fingers over him and looked back at Dante with a barely suppressed grin.
“Now then - I suppose the responsible thing would be to see if these are, umm..  ‘calibrated’ properly first,” she murred, drawing a quirked eyebrow response from the sniffling, panting alsatian.  Before Dante knew what was happening, the doctor had motioned for Alex to untie and remove the papery exam gown, leaving Dante in just his underwear.  But just as he was about to protest, he felt her feather-tipped fingers start to dance and wiggle across his tummy.
“GAH-HAH! EEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEE-YEEEE~!  N-N-N-NUUU! Sttaaaahhppffff!!  T-TIC-CKLINNG-HHHEE! GAAAHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!” he squealed, thrashing about in the restraints.
The doctor’s eyes lit up with an evil smile.  “Maybe one more to be sure?”
Dante barely had time to catch his breath before the feathery fingers ran up and down his ribs, making him erupt in high pitched giggles.  He nearly lost his mind when she tickled under his armpits, shrieking with laughter and tugging desperately against his straps.
The doctor gave a satisfied smile and nodded.  “Well, I guess they work.  Now let’s see how well they tickle you here.”
Dante’s eyes crossed, staring as she brought her feathery fingertips over his snout and dragged them down along his muzzle, over the tip of his nose, and danced in tiny circles around his swollen nostrils.  His lip immediately curled back and his eyes fluttered with sneezy tears.  The tickles made the inside of his nose spasm and itch terribly.
The blips and pings on the displays began to pick up speed and intensity.  The doctor admired her handiwork and stole a glance down at his twitching undies.  “Now how does it feel, Mr. Dante?  Tell me and be honest.  Remember, this is for science,” she said, licking her lips.
“NNPPPFFF!.. oh.. hihh… HEEHGEHH.. I … *SNIFFLE*  it f-f-feels .. I.. c-can’t .. the tingles in my n-n-ose are.. HHEEE-GEEHHH!!  Hihh.. EEEHHH! EH.. hihihh.. I.. my b-balls are g-ge-etting w-w-warm… P-P-Pleaasee.. I c-c-can’t t-t-take this.. It t-tickles t-too much!.. HHEEEEHHH… gehh – hihihihihihihhIIHHH! I.. n-need to .. sn..sneeeze!..  *SNNNIIIFFFLLE*  I c-can’t t-t-taake it any-m-m-moore!  Oh.. g-gawd!.. I .. c-can f-f-feel my.. My b-balls.. *SNIFFLE*  s-s-starting t-to..  hhihh… hhehehgeehh… hhih-HEEHH!..
All eyes turned to the lump in the front of his cotton undies which was now throbbing noticeably with every sniffle and gasp.  Alex happily volunteered to inspect things for the sake of science.  He slid one of his paws inside Dante’s shorts, grinned and nodded.
The doctor’s eyes grew larger and her grin broadened.  She let her fingertip feathers swirls along the edges of Dante’s very flared out nostrils and then slipped them just inside his nose, making his eyes go wide and roll back.  He tried to keep talking, but was barely able to sound coherent over the gasps and wheezes.
HHUHHHHH!  Oh geehh.. hihh.. HEEEHHH!..  It.. t-t-tiicckles sso-so-sss.. so m-mmmuch!.. I geehhh-HHEHHH.. I… hihh.. HEEHHHHH!!  NNGGGGGEEHHHH!  *SNIIFLE* Oh g-g-geehh.. p-p-pllease.. N-n-no more.. I.. n-need to snee-hihh-heeee.. sneeze! *sniffle*… t-t-tickles  the b-back of m-m-m-my n.. no-ose! hiiihh-ghhihh..”
The blips and lights on the display screens began to ping and change color.  All eyes looked up at the monitors and back at Dante’s bulge, which was clearly starting to grow, pulling at the cotton fabric.  Alex put his paw on the mound and purred, “Things are heating up, doctor.”  He glanced down at Dante’s undies and grinned.  “Oh my!  Captain!  There be pre here!” he chirped, poking at the tiny wet spot on the front of Dante’s underwear.  He motioned for Nurse Edwardo to come over and verify.  Much to Dante’s shock, the otter didn’t hesitate to pull his underwear down far enough to run his tongue over the end of the alsatian’s dick.  He replaced the undies back and looked up, licking his lips and nodding.
The sneezy tingles in Dante’s nose were reaching fever pitch as the tiny feathers wiggled and stroked across his twitching nostrils.  The feather tendrils were teasing and itching his nasal passages, making his eyes water.  He couldn’t stand it any longer.
*SNNOORRT!* I.. c-ca’nt .. t-take itthihhh…  I… h-h-have t-t-to snee.. hee.. hee… snn-nn-nnnneweezze.. hihh..  EEGEEEHHIHH…  eeehh.. *GAASSSPP!!*  AAAAAHHEEEEEYIIISSSHH-***** nnff..  Acccckkkff!
Dante looked down at the end of his nose and saw the doctor’s finger perched snugly under his runny nose, holding back all the urges in his sinuses like a dam across a raging river.  She grinned and leaned over him, her cleavage threatening to pop the top buttons on her lab coat.
“Not yet, Mr. Dante.  We’re not even close to letting you finish.  I see that just sneezy urges alone are only part of the story.  We need to see more than just one big sneeze – I’m afraid we’re gonna need to see your allergies at full throttle.” she said in a sultry whisper.
Dante sniffled wetly and looked around, his ears folding back.  Surely they weren’t going to…
Alex nodded to Nurse Edwardo who pulled up a cloth from over a large mason jar filled with ragweed stems.  Dante shook his head and pleaded in a whimper, but to no avail.  The jar was opened and Dante’s nose immediately winced at the unmistakable smell of the pollen-y weeds.
Within seconds, the readouts and blips on the displays began to change color and frequency rapidly.  Lights flashed and small warning blips appeared in several monitors.  Dante’s face contorted, his eyes fluttered and teared up, his nostrils began to throb with a reddish tint, his nose was instantly runny,  The bulge in his underwear gave a pronounced lurch as his erection started to take shape in earnest.  Even his balls seemed to undulate and shiver with anticipation.  The spot of pre on the front of his undies began to spread.
*g-gaaassp!*  ohh… m-myy…  geeeheeehehhhhHIHIH… EEHHH!..  nnff.. oh it.. itches.. ITCHES!!  My nnn-nnneeeuu .. HUIHHHHHHHH!!..  eeggeehhh!..  I c-c-c-caan’t h-h-hooll-GEHHEEEEHHHHhh..  HHHEEEEEHYYIIISSSHIEWWW!!
Dante lurched forward, shaking the entire chair, exploding all of the pent up fluid from his aching nostrils even with the doctor’s finger pressed firmly against his nose.  The warm spray covered the doctor’s chest and most of her lab coat, blowing her hair back and soliciting a suppressed moan from her lips.  As the alsatian sniffled wetly and shook the dizziness from his head after such a massive release, the doctor’s paw found its way down between his legs, tracing the outline of the throbbing erection barely contained by the fabric of his underwear.  She gave his hard cock a satisfying squeeze and grinned, “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Dante bit his lip with a muffled whimper as his dick throbbed happily from the attention, but his focus quickly turned back to the penetrating itchy sensations burrowing deep into his nasal passages as more and more of the tiny pollen grains were inhaled and absorbed into his nose.  His allergies began flare up, making him gasp and pant as the sneezy urges washed over his muzzle.  The probes leading back to the monitors began to show rapidly increasing activity in his sex drive - with his balls pumping out vast quantities of semen as fast as they could, his dick stretching the fabric of his briefs while drooling pre in a near constant stream and spasming in parallel with every gasp and hitched breath.  He felt the cold metal of bandage scissors clips away the remains of his pre-saturated underwear, letting his painfully hard dick spring free and slinging strands of pre across his torso. 

Nnggeeh… hih.. HEEE-GEEHh.. I.. it.. It’s .. t-t-too mmm-m-much.. I c-c-cannnn’t cont-trol.. Hiih-hih-FFEEGGHHHHH!!  nnPPFFF!!  HHEE-Y-YIIHHHH... HEEHHH…*Sniffle*  Oh.. it… f-f-feels like I.. I’m g-g-gonna b-burst if.. I d-d-don’t c-c-c-CUM.. s-soon.. I… hihhhhh.. EEEEYIHHH!...

The pre drooling out of his turgid sex dribbled down and glistened across his shaft.  It soaked into his fur with such volume that the probes began to short out - not that there was any more need for them at this point.  At Alex’s suggestion, Nurse Edwardo carefully removed the tiny pads from Dante’s throbbing loins and opted to clean up the mess of pre with his entire mouth.

Dante yipped and tried to knock the otter back with his tail, but was overcome with another wave of massive sneeze urges in his nose.  The doctor watched with dilated eyes and panting breath as the alsatian’s nostrils flared and widened, gasping for air, scrunching up with irritation, and twitching visibly as the inner passages reacted to the itchy pollen. 

NnngEEHH! I c-can’t h-hold it.. G-gonna.. I.. H-h-ha-ave. To sn.. snee... I’m g-gonna.. Hihh  EEEEHHHEEH!...

As Dante thrashed and flailed on the chair, and the monitors above him all flashed a rainbow of warnings and emergency readings, the doctor could stand it no more!  She ripped her lab coat free in a flurry of popped buttons, revealing only a black lacy bra and thong panties underneath.  She growled in raw carnal desire and mounted Dante, straddling his chest with her undulating, wet heat.  “Oh fuck me, YES!  Do it!  Explode before I lose my mind!” she screeched, gripping his shoulders with her claws and grinding back and forth against him. 

Dante looked on in total shock, but was in no position to resist.

“D-D-Doc-ctor wh...ah hh.. Whaaaahhh.. It.. I c-can’t sss-s-sttopppffff.. I.. HIHH… *G-G-G-GAAAASSSSP!*  Oh shiii..!!  HHHEEEYYYAAAAHH-SSHIEWW!!

He exploded, blasting his wet breath across her midsection and chest as she squealed and tightened her thighs around him.  For Dante, the relief of sneezing was short lived.  His nose continued to twitch from all the resistance he was putting up, building up to a massive fit that he knew was coming and could not hope to stifle.  His cock strained and swelled, dribbling pre in puddles on the floor beneath him, the tingles in his nose felt all the way down to his balls which were pulsing and twitching on their own - aching desperately to be relieved of their burden of holding so much pent up fluid inside. 

The doctor ripped her bra and panties free, slathering kisses all over Dante’s quivering muzzle and letting her soaking-wet sex find its way down to swallow Dante’s cock whole.  She arched her back and gasped as his hot flesh filled her up inside, snarling in anticipation of what was about to happen. 

Dante tensed up and tried not to pass out from overstimulation.  His head was swimming.  The rest of the room was fading all around him, leaving him only aware of the intense sensation of the doctor’s flesh enveloping his and the electric waves of sneezy urges penetrating the depths of his sinuses.  He sniffled and gasped, unable to speak coherently. 

HHIIIIHH-YEEEHHH.. Hihhh! *sniff*  Gehh.. I .. gggeeehhh.. Hih.. GEH!.. I.. I c-c-c-caaann’t sstt-tttop thee ggEHHH.. I’m g-g-ggo-onna.. C-C-C-C hheehh.. CUM!  Hihhhhh EEEHHHH!!  AAAYIIHHHHH!!..

The doctor grabbed her breasts and howled as waves of orgasm slammed into her flesh which tightened around Dante’s cock with a vengeance.  The alsatian yelped and exploded everywhere.


As his muzzle erupted in a torrential storm across the doctor’s chest, neck, face, and shoulders, his cock swelled with immense pressure and emptied a massive flood of high-pressure cum into her, filling her beyond capacity.  He howled and pulled hard against his restraints as the orgasm surged through his entire body, blasting hot seed like a busted water main until her sex could take no more and sprayed excess cum out between them. 

Dante finally collapsed in a sweaty heap on the chair, panting and barely conscious.  His fur was drenched in sweat and sex.  His nose was throbbing painfully and still had a red tint to it.  He blinked the remaining tears from his eyes and perked his ears to the dripping sound of the overflowing cum pooling up on the floor under them. 

From the side, a very impressed cheetah and otter in a nurse outfit slowly clapped.

[Scene fades to black] 

[Somewhere in the distance, an egret cries]

[Roll Credits]


Dante sat on the sofa in his apartment, flipping over the pages in front of him with a look on his face that was somewhere between appalled and disbelief.  Next to him in her painted-on blue jeans, tee shirt, and orange bandana, Dante’s border collie girlfriend, Dixie, flipped through her copy looking far more amused than her beau at the contents.  Meanwhile, Edwardo, who was leaned up against the wall, finished his reading and tossed the pages unceremoniously onto the coffee table with a disapproving grunt.

Seated across from them, Alex’s eyes sparkled with barely restrained anticipation while the other three flipped through the pages of his script.  His tail flicked impatiently.  He broke into a wide toothy grin when they looked up.

“It will be my greatest achievement to date!  My senior film school thesis!  I’m calling it, ‘My Dixie Wrecked’!” he exclaimed with dramatic gestures.

After a moment of incredulous silence and wide eyes staring back, everyone spoke at once.

“Are you high?”  “You’re making a porno for your senior project?”  “I gotta say it’s pretty good.  I mean, I did get wet just from reading this.”  “Dixie!”  “You really expect me to dress like a nurse?”  “There is no way you’re filming me naked, strapped to a chair!”  “Could he bottom for me in one of the scenes at least?”  “You want me to what?!”  “Can I keep the lab coat and lingerie when we’re done?”  “Dixie!”  “I’m not sucking his dick unless I get some action myself, you know?”  “Oh!  ‘My Dixie Wrecked’ - I just got the joke!  That’s pretty funny, actually.”  “Or maybe he could rim me while he’s balls-deep in my mouth.”  “Short answer: Nope.  Long answer: Noooooooope~”  “You could use more tickling scenes, I think.  There are lots more places he’s ticklish than just what you have here.”  “Dixie!”

Dixie hopped up off the sofa tugging the nonplussed looking Dante along with her.  She gave the disappointed looking cheetah a little kiss between his ears as they walked past.

“Tell you what, Alex - Dante and I will give the scene a few practice runs and we’ll get back to you when we think we have it right,” she giggled, while Dante turned fifty shades of embarrassed.  The two of them waved goodbye and left, leaving Alex and Edwardo alone with the scattered pages.

The otter shrugged and went back to lifting some free-weights.  “Guess you’ll need a new film project, huh?”

Alex rolled his eyes and smirked.  “Oh, please~  Like I don’t have a backup plan already.”  He pulled up a number on his phone and winked.  “Hey, Evan!  It’s me.  Say, what are you and Gale up to this weekend?  How would you two like to be part of the greatest senior film project of all time?”

I'm New Here / Re: New person here!
« on: January 22, 2016, 11:15:41 PM »
*pounces*  Eeeeeeee!  A new person!  *wags* Hi, I'm Dae and welcome!  It's great seeing new people come to the forum and enjoy all the neat stuff we have here. And everyone is super-friendly - I'm sure you'll have a great time!

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