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Writer's Den / A sneezy Friday the 13th (M+Wolf+Allergies)
« on: August 13, 2021, 08:02:32 PM »
“Haaaa….AAAEEESSSHHHOOOO!... AaaIIISSHHOOGH!... Aaaahhhh…. aaaaaaaIIIISSHHHHagh!... HeeeYYIIISSSHHHagh!”

“Oooohhh, bless you, honey!” Sally, an elegant red-furred cat lady, went up to her sneezing lover, Sam, a black wolf, who stood motionlessly by the closet in their bedroom, gasping with closed eyes as the allergic tickle was making his large nose twitch and turn red. “It’s the Millers mowing their lawn again, hmmm?” Picking up a handful of tissues, she stepped closer to him.

Nodding, he tried to say something: “The graahhh… haahhIIISSHHOOH!...  HeeYYYIIISSHH!... HaaaaAAASSSHHOOH!“ The sneezes burst out of his widely flaring nostrils, right into the handful of tissues Sally hurriedly held to his nose.

“Bless you.” Gently, she dabbed the tissues to his quivering nostrils. His big sneezy nose made him even more attractive to her – and he was a rather dashing man to begin with. Tall, athletic, shimmering jet-black fur, piercing blue eyes… and a large black nose she could never take her eyes off.

“Thangks, honey,” he sniffled. Then his sizable nostrils flared up again. “Ihhh… I’m gonna sneeze agaihhhh… hehhh… EEEEHHIIISSHHHagh!...   IIIIIIEEEEESSSHH!!... IEEEESSSHHHUUU! *sniffle* Aghhh, the grass…heehhhhEEESSSHHHagh!... HHIIISSSHHHHagh!” He wiggled his itchy nose, trying to talk more. “And the smell… that tickly smell… makes my nosehhh…hehhAAASSSHOOO!... HuhhAAASSSHOOH!“

She gently pressed the tissue wad to his nostrils. “It makes your nose explode… I know, honey!” she purred.

“AaaIIISSHHOOGH!... HaaaaIIISSHHHOOO!... HaaaaEEEESSSHHah!” he sneezed forcefully into her tissues.

“Bless you! – Poor honey… your allergies are so much worse when our neighbours are mowing their lawns…”

“Yeah… But…heeeeEESSHHHagh!... I’b afraid there’s nothigg we can do about it *sniff*.”

A loud buzzing sound from outside startled them both. When they checked by looking out of the window, they saw that not only the Millers, but almost everybody in their neighbourhood had started mowing their lawns – as if they had arranged it!

“Oh no… my nosehhh…” Sam groaned, then sneezed heavily four times in a row.

“Bless you!” Sally wiped his sniffly nose, then offered him to blow, which he gratefully did. Then, her eyes fell on the calender on the wall next to their bed. “Oh! Today is Friday the thirteenth…”

He groaned again. “I bight have guessed *sniff*”

Comfortingly, she pulled him closer, kissing him on his lips and then on his sensitive canine nose which made it scrunch up immediately. “Ah, that tickles…”

She couldn’t help herself – she had to kiss his itchy twitchy nose again…

“HuuuAAAASSSHHHOOO!... HaaaaEEESSHHHOOO!” he sneezed forcefully.

“Ah, sorry, honey!” she said, blushing with contrition.

“It’s okay,” he sniffled. “I like it when you kiss mby ndose, eved if it makes me snee… sneezehh…EEEERRRSSHHaggh!”

“Bless you, my love…Come on, let’s sit down a bit…” She wished they could just go straight back to bed, but they both had to work today… Still, they had one more hour until they had to leave the house. They both worked in the same company, where they had met and fallen in love one year ago.

Her hand never left his nose as they settled on the small sofa in their bedroom. Another violent sneeze burst into the tissues she was holding.

“Bless you. Let me get some fresh tissues!”

“Hyyehhh--hheehhIIISSHH!!” he sneezed into his hand. “Ughh, I can’t stohhh… HeeeeehhIIISSSHHahh!... EEHHHHIISSHHHHagh!!... HeeeeeIIIISSSHHagh!... EeeeAASSHHH!”

“Ooohhh…” She was back by his side, wiping his sniffly black nose with the fresh tissues, and then, when she saw his face contort as the next sneeze was ready to burst forth, she quickly placed her finger under his nose, pressing up against his huge, flaring nostrils.

“Hyyiiighh!” he sharply exhaled instead of sneezing. “Aghh… thank you, darling.” He scrunched up his nose against her finger.

“It’s still tickling, hmmm?” she asked softly, running her finger across his wide, sensitive nostrils that didn’t stop quivering.

He nodded, sniffling lightly. His nostrils, inside and outside, were red from the itchy irritation. Sally massaged them with skilful, rhythmic movements.

“Eghhh…” A trace of relief spread on his face, although his nose was still tense and twitchy.

At that moment, Sally’s phone rang. “Hello?... Oh, Mr. Furryweather, good morning!... A water main break?... The whole building is under water?? Is everybody all right?... Oh, thank God nobody’s hurt. Yes, I see. Thank you. See you tomorrow! Bye!”

After ending the conversation, she looked at Sam who was blowing his nose. “It looks like we’re both off work today!”

A smile spread on his sneezy face. “Friday the thirteenth, huh?... Apparently it’s… hiiYYYEESSHHagh!... bad for some people, but definitely hahh… has some advantages fohhh… haaaAAARRSSHHHUH!”

“Bless you! You’re right… it’s definitely got some advantages for us!” she smiled, holding out her hands to him. “May I invite you to go back to bed?”

“Whatever you wish, m’lady!... Huhh… huuAAAASSHHHOO!”

This was the beginning of a very lucky Friday the thirteenth.

This story is dedicated to Daphine.  :)


This is a work of fanfiction. The character Scooby Doo belongs to Warner Bros. Entertainment (former Hanna-Barbera). I do not claim any ownership over him.

All the other characters in this story were created by me.

Cherish smiled at her friend, the large Great Dane who walked beside her, following her two brothers on the hiking trail. Scooby Doo was a special dog – he could think and talk like a human, and could even use his front paws like hands. Through long and patient speech training, Scooby Doo had even improved his pronunciation and didn’t start every word with an “r” anymore.

Cherish was a twenty-two-year-old student of sport science, slim and athletic, her strawberry blonde hair bouncing down her back in a long ponytail. Her two older brothers, Bill and Freddy, liked hiking in the mountains as much as she did, so they had planned a big tour for this weekend. The two brothers almost looked like twins with their bright red hair and freckles. To make the trip even more fun, they had invited Scooby Doo to come along with them – the Great Dane was the pet of their good friend Shaggy Rogers. Scooby was thrilled about joining his human friends.

“Hey, we’re almost there!” Bill called out, pointing at the picturesque old summer cottage awaiting them on the top of a hill. They had rented the place for the weekend. It was getting dark, and they were all glad to get inside.

“Phew!... Nobody has been in here for ages!” Cherish frowned when they entered the house. Dust and spiderwebs everywhere…

“Well, if we all roll up our sleeves, we’ll get it cleaned up in no time!” Freddy talked big, waving his long arms about, and didn’t notice he bumped against a curtain. A thick cloud of dust trickled down – right onto Scooby’s large black nose.

“Pfffhhhnnhhh!” the tall dog snorted hastily, rubbing his nose, but too late – the big amount of dust had already entered his wide, sensitive nostrils. “Ughhh… aaaahhhhh…” Scooby gasped, his face contorting, nostrils flaring madly. “Duhhh… dust… haahhh…. haaaaaTTCCCHHHEEEOOOH!... RrrrhhhaaaaCCKKSSHHEEEWW!... HiiiAATTTCCHHOOOah!” he sneezed, holding his front paw to his itchy nose.

“Sorry, dude!” Freddy said sheepishly.

“Freddy, be more careful with all the dust here! You know that dogs have really sensitive noses, and Scooby’s nose is extremely sensitive!” Cherish chided.

“HeeeAAATTCCHHHUUH!... RRAAATTCCHHHOOOH!... HyyyAAACCKKKSSHHHOOH! Ugh…” Scooby sniffled wetly, rubbing his large twitching nose. “I thinggk I deed to blow mby ndosehh… haaaAAACCKKSSSHHHUUH!”

“Bless you, Scooby!” Cherish handed him a package of tissues.

“Thangksss… RRRRUUUSSHHHagh!” With one more forceful sneeze caught in a tissue, Scooby blew his nose to clear it off the irritating dust.

“Hey, guys!” Bill, the oldest of the siblings, called out to them through the connecting door of the next room. “Look what I’ve found!” He held up a crinkled piece of paper that looked like old parchment.

“What’s that?” Freddy frowned, and Cherish and Scooby looked up curiously.

“It’s an old map of this house – a very old one! It looks like a treasure’s hidden here somewhere!”

“Ahhh dude, you’ve watched too many adventure movies!” Freddy waved him off, and started carrying the luggage upstairs.

“I’ll get dinner ready!” Cherish said, busying herself in the old-fashioned kitchen. “Bill, you could make yourself useful and look for a vacuum cleaner, or poor Scooby will sneeze all night long!”

Bill grumbled something about the map he had found, but obediently shuffled off to do the cleaning.

“No signal!” Freddy held up his mobile phone, coming back downstairs. “We’re truly in the middle of nowhere.”

“Hey, I like that!” Bill remarked, carrying a big vacuum cleaner into the hall. “Nobody’s going to disturb us!”

After dinner, the four of them were relaxing in the dimly lit living room and telling each other ghost stories when a sudden noise startled them. Somebody was trying to break into the house!

Freddy cautiosly peeked through the door he had opened a bit. “It’s two men and a woman, and they’ve got a gun!” he hissed, panic in his eyes.

“Okay!” Bill took control. “Cherish, you and Scooby hide in that little store room under the stairs. It’s big enough for you two. Freddy and I will sneak out the backdoor to call the police from the next village. Hang in there!”

“Come on, Scooby!” Cherish whispered, and the two of them huddled together in the store room. Luckily, it was bigger than it looked from outside, so they would have enough air in there for some time.

“They must be somewhere in here!” A man’s voice growled. “We’ll find them!”

“All the rooms are empty!” A shrill woman’s voice sounded. “They ran away with the treasure!”

“But maybe somebody’s still here. Let’s search the rooms again! All the rooms!”

In their hiding place, Cherish began to shiver with fear.

“Don’t be afraid, Cherish!” Scooby Doo whispered bravely. “I’ll protect you!” He moved a little to peek through a crack in the door when his head brushed against a pile of cleaning rags – and a full load of dust rose up in the air. Freddy and Bill had done a good job cleaning the house! Only, instead of shaking the dust off outside, they had piled up the rags in the store room, full with the dust of generations.

In horror, Cherish saw Scooby’s big black nose turn snow-white as the dust covered it all over. She saw him scrunch up his nose, his face contorting more and more. “Oh no, Scooby!” she whispered.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh… my nosehhh…” Scooby gasped, rubbing his nose which only made it worse since his front paws were powdered in dust. “I gohhh… gottahhh…”

“No, don’t sneeze, Scooby! Please! They’ll find us!” Cherish hissed hectically.

“I cahhh… can’t hold it baaahhhh…”

Cherish lurched forward and pressed her finger to the Great Dane’s terribly tickly nose, pushing gently against the flaring, twitchy nostrils. “All right, I’ve got you!” she whispered. “I’ll help you hold it back!”

“Haahhh… ngyaahhhhhh… tickles… huunnnghhhhh…” Desperately hitching, he pressed his massively irritated nose to the girl’s finger.

“Sshhhh! I know!” She clammed her fingers around his ready-to-explode-nose, trying to pinch his widened nostrils shut, but it was too late… The tickle in his sensitive nose was too strong.
“Haaaahhhh… haaaTTTCCCHHHnnghh!... YYYAATTTCCHHOOGH!... RRRRAAAACCCKKKSSSHHHOOH!” Scooby sneezed violently as his nose was still nestled in Cherish’s fingers. No matter how hard she pressed and pinched his large, itchy nose, she could not stop the Great Dane’s urge to sneeze again, and again, and again…

“Hah! In there!” the triumphant voice of one of the male intruders pierced their ears when the door of the store room was torn open. “Gesundheit, little ankle-biter!”

Then, two things happened at the same time: The moment Scooby was pulled out of the store room, Cherish’s right foot touched one of the old wooden boards the floor was covered with – and the next second she found herself sitting on the carpet of a small office room. A trap door had brought her to a secret basement!

While Cherish looked around trying to find a safe way out, upstairs Scooby found himself tied up, and the gun pointed at him.

“Now, doggy!” the tallest man snarled. “Where’s the treasure?”

“We know you can talk!” the woman squealed; her hair, dyed in black and blue, stood up in all directions so she looked like an evil witch. “We’ve been watching you!”

“I don’t know where the treasure is!” Scooby replied truthfully.

The smaller man fiddled with the gun, apparently quite nervous. “Where are your buddies? They must know!” he croaked.

“I don’t know! And if you shoot me, I can’t tell you anything at all anymoohhh….. hehhhh… haaaAASSHHEEW!” Scooby sneezed unrestrained as the dust still tickled his nose.

“You know what? He’s got a point there!” the woman said to her two partners in crime who didn’t seem to be the brightest bulbs. “We’ll have to find a different way to make him talk… Ooooohh! Look at his nose! So sensitive and itchy!” She stretched out her index finger with a long manicured nail and placed her fingertip right between Scooby’s twitching, flaring nostrils.

The touch felt exactly like those many times when a butterfly or some other insect had landed on Scooby’s nose, tickling it with their tiny feet and wings… Scooby Doo’s large sensitive nose seemed to attract irritants like a magnet! He scrunched up his nose as the tickle grew stronger…

Smiling maliciously, the woman ran her fingernail lightly around Scooby’s nostrils, tickling and teasing them with soft, feathery movements.

“Waaaahhh… I gottaaaahhh…. waaahhhhhSSSHHHOOOAAH! HaaaAAASSSHHHOOOH!” Scooby sneezed snortingly, feeling the tickle build up in his nose again immediately after that. “Nyehhh… hennghhh… heeeeEEEAAATTTCCHHOOH!... RrrrrAAATTTCCHHHAAAHH!... Please stohhh… haaaAAACCKKKSSSHHHOO!”

“Oh, but I’ve only just begun!” the woman grinned. “Tell me, my friend, where’s the treasure? And where are your buddies?” She let her fingertips slide into his widely opened nostrils, tickling the sensitive inside.

“Hyyeeeeehh!!” Scooby yelped as the tickle got overwhelming. “HeeeAAARRRSSSHHHHOOHH!... HaaaaAAARRSSSHHHOOOH!... Haa—haaa---haaaaAAASSSHHH!”

“Where??!” The criminal lady grabbed one of the cleaning rags from the store room, inhaled deeply, and blew a cloud of dust right onto Scooby’s nose.

“Haaahhh!!… Haa---AAASSSHHHOOH!... HaaaaEEESSSHHHOOH!... I dohhh… haaaAAASSSHHOOH!... Don’t know anythiiiiiiiIIIISSSHHHOOOH!... HeyyYYIIISSSHHOOOah!”

In the meantime, Cherish searched the underground office thoroughly, until she found an old fashioned telephone. With relief she found out it still worked. In a hushed voice, she called the police. The ten minutes it took the police to arrive were the longest ten minutes of Cherish’s life!

At last, it was over. The criminal trio was overpowered within a few seconds – Cherish would never forget the stupid look on their faces when she appeared in front of them. In no time, Scooby was free from his bonds, and at the same time, Freddy and Bill returned, having noticed the police car.

“Hey, that was an exciting start of our hiking weekend!” Freddy grinned. “Great job, sis! And, uh… bless you, Scooby!”

Nodding his thanks to him, the Great Dane continued sneezing forcefully, turning aside in order not to spray his friends.

“How lucky you found that phone in the basement!” Bill said, looking at his sister in awe.

“Yes – and I found something else too!” With a proud grin, Cherish presented a big burlap bag that seemed to be a hundred years old. It was full of twinkling golden coins.

“THE TREASURE!!” Three excited voices shouted.

“Well done, CherrrrRRRIIISSSHHHHUUH!” Scooby hurled out another tickly sneeze.

“Awww, bless you! Your poor nose is still so full of dust!” the girl said sympathetically. She offered Scooby some tissues again so he could blow his nose, but it didn’t seem to help much – his nostrils blasted out one itchy, snorting sneeze after another.

“Let me try to help you, Scooby!” Cherish took his terribly tickly nose between her fingers and started massaging it with soothing, circular motions.

After a while, the sneezing eased off, and the four friends were ready for their next adventure.

Writer's Den / A Warm Surprise On A Cold Day - (F + anthro, wolf + cold)
« on: September 12, 2020, 09:02:11 PM »
Actually, the idea for this short story was inspired by the nice old Hollies’ song “Bus Stop”.

It was a cold, wet winter day. Shivering and sniffling, Shayla walked along the main street after leaving her office building. She was a tall, curvy wolf lady in her thirties with shining blue eyes. It had been a long, tiring day, and she wished for her warm bed…

The bus stop was only a ten-minute-walk away, but in this kind of weather, it felt like a hundred miles.

It was dark by now. The weather had been cold and rainy for many days, and Shayla had caught her usual cold – as always, in her nose. Once she had caught a cold, it seemed to linger forever… Sniffling again, she felt the tickle in her nose growing stronger, and she hastily dug out a wad of tissue as her breath hitched. “Haaahh… haaaahhh…HAAASSSHHHHHOOH!... HaaaaaESSSHHHH!... HaaaaaaaaaaaaAAASSHHOO!” she sneezed into the tissues, blew her nose, and sneezed again. Sighing, she rubbed her nose. Although she didn’t have any nasal allergies, she did have a very sensitive nose – like all canine beings do – and had to sneeze from certain scents and perfumes, and whenever she had a cold in her nose, she had endless, violent sneeze attacks. She didn’t like the persistent tickle in her nose that made her sneeze all day long.

She was embarrassed about her unusually large nose and her rather wide nostrils that flared and quivered whenever they were teased by some irritant, or a cold. And she felt embarrassed about her forceful, violent sneezing. She didn’t think anybody would like to be around her when she had a cold because of her frequent, violent sneezes, especially since they were contagious, so she always managed to suppress her urge to sneeze around people, or she didn’t go out in the first place.

Agghhhh, this cold is making my nose so tickly and stuffy… She sneezed heavily into her tissue wad again, six times in a row. She blew her nose, then threw the tissues in a dust bin. While digging out a fresh wad of tissue, her breath hitched, and she hastily pinched her nose. “HegggGGGSSHHKKKhuhh!” she sneezed half-stifled into her fingers, then jerked up the fresh tissues to her nose. “Haahhh…HaaaaaESSSHHHH!... HaaaaaaaaaaaaAAASSHHOO!... AhhhIIIISSSHuh!... HuuhhhhAAASSHHOOH!... HaaaaAAASSSHHHHHOOH!... Huhhhhhh…. haaaIIIISSSHHugh!” she sneezed.

“Bless you!” A soft male voice said beside her. Startling a bit, Shayla turned aside to see who had spoken to her. A tall, dark haired, good looking wolf gentleman was smiling at her. “That sounds like a bad cold.”

Trying to smile, Shayla tried to hide her embarrassment. Oh no, that handsome guy must have heard all my sneezing on my way here… fifteen times? Sixteen? Seventeen?... She pressed the tissue wad to her nose that was twitching again. “It is (sniff). It’s that chilly and rainy weather…” The tickle in her nose got stronger, and she felt her nostrils flaring, so she pressed the tissue wad more tightly to her nose.

“Oh yes, I understand.” He was still smiling; his eyes had the colour of sparkling amber.

It started raining, and Shayla shivered as the icy drops hit her head. Oh no!...

The man opened his umbrella. “Please share my umbrella!”

Shayla hesitated. “I don’t want to come too close… I don’t want to infect you… huhhh… huuGGGSSHHHIIISSHHuh!”  she sneezed with restrained force into the tissue lump. “HhhnnnNEEESSHHagh!... NNEEESSHHooogh!... NNEEEESSSHHHahh! Agh… (sniff)… GggggnnnNIIISSSHHHagh!... HaaaIISSSHHHHKKKH! Aahhh… haaaaESSSHHHOOOgh! Ah… ehhhh… ESSSHHHHOOH!... YYYYEEESSHHOOagh!... Heh… hennnNNNEEESSHHooh! GGHHHEEESSHHHeeww!... AaahhhhhAAASSHHooh! (sniff) HaaaAAAASSHHOOOagh!... GGHIISSHHHagh!”

“Wow wow wow… you’re sneezing badly! You should really use my umbrella – your cold will get worse. - Don’t worry! I’m not infected easily.”

Sneezing, Shayla moved closer, thanking him with a stuffy voice.

“You’re welcome! By the way, my name is Larry.”

“I’b Shaylahhhh… huhhhh… huuuuuEEEEESSSHHHOOOH!... Huhh… huuuuuIIISSHHOOOHgh!”

“Bless you, Shayla!” He still had that gentle smile, and Shayla felt he was watching her closely. She knew the street lamp was fully revealing her sniffly, sneezy nose… She tried to ignore it and tried to start a normal conversation with him. He was a very pleasant conversation partner. Digging out more tissues, Shayla kept blowing her nose, trying hard not to sneeze as she kept rubbing and pinching her itchy nose. At some point, the tickle in her nose overwhelmed her, and she burst into a series of violent sneezes she barely managed to catch in her tissue. “Oh, Larry…” she sighed. “I’m sorry you have to see mbe like this… big knobbly nose, sniffly and sneezy…” She pressed her finger under her flaring nostrils, hoping the tickle would go away.

He kept smiling, drawing closer to her. “I think your nose is beautiful. And your sneezing… it’s music to my ears. Really, I’m not joking. Your tickly, sneezy nose is turning me on like crazy!”

Amazed and happy, Shayla thought this was too good to be true!

The bus came, and they sat down cuddling up to each other. Shayla kept rubbing her sniffly, itchy nose. “Aghhh, I’b goingg to sneeze againdh…” she sighed, pinching her nose. “Come here, darling!” Larry produced a soft, white hanky. “Let me take care of this beautiful, sneezy nose of yours.”

Happily, Shayla let go of her nose, and her nostrils flared up immediately as her breath hitched shakily. He gently enfolded her cold-stricken nose in his hanky, and she gave in to her urge to sneeze. A violent, snorting sneeze burst out of her nose, followed by another one, and another one, and another one. She kept sneezing throughout the bus ride, and Larry caught her sneezes in his soft hanky, wiping and rubbing her nose, massaging it gently. Shayla couldn’t believe her luck that she was finally receiving the loving care on her sneezy nose she had always secretly longed for!

One look into Larry’s eyes told her he had been longing for a woman like her too.
He let go of her nose, and before she even had time to sneeze, she felt his lips on hers.
Their kiss was the beginning of a long, wonderful time together…

It was a sunny summer afternoon. Minou, an elegant panther lady with shiny jet-black fur, walked down the street lined with beautiful lush lime trees in full bloom. She had just finished a successful business deal, and was now on the way back to her hotel. Her bad sense of orientation annoyed her. Why the heck can I never find my way around whenever I’m in an unfamiliar place??... she thought.

A soft breeze whirled around her, bringing with it the scent of the blooming trees.

“HaaAASSSHHHOOOOH!“ The sudden explosive sneeze of a man made her jump. She turned around to see a tall, athletic husky man was hurrying past her, holding a white handkerchief to his face. He had just passed her when he sneezed again, just as violently.

There goes my chance to ask for the way... she thought, while at the same time feeling pleasantly touched by the two remarkable sneezes. “Uhm... excuse me!“ she called out. The husky turned around, still holding the hanky to his face. „Yes? Cad I help you?“ he asked in a sniffly voice. His stunning blue eyes were focusing on her, and she wished she could see more of his face which was partly covered by the hanky.

“Yes, please... Can you tell me where North Street is?“

He nodded. “I’m going right there now... huhhh... huuuAASSHHOO!... HuuuAAASSHHHOOH!“

“Bless you!“

“Thahhh... haaaaAAASSSHHOOO!... HaaAASSHHEEWW! Hagh... haaaEEESSHHHOOH! ... Agh, sorry, allergies.“ He blew his nose.

“Oooh, I see. It’s the lime pollen, right?“ She pointed to the trees, smiling.

“Yeah.“ He pressed the hanky to his nose that was obviously still very itchy. “I’m on my way to the drugstore to get some allergy meds. Would you join me? Then you’ll find your way easily.“

“That’s nice, thanks! By the way, my name is Minou.“

“Huhhh… hhhuuSSSHHOOah! Ahh… I mean… Hutch *sniff*. Nice to meet you, Minou.“ He lowered the hanky, and finally, Minou saw his nose. Wow!... It was pretty large and manly, with wide nostrils that were even wider now with the nasal irritation. His sneezy allergies made his nose quiver and twitch.

Forcing herself not to stare at his nose, Minou said spontaneously, “What a wonderful name!“

“Oh, thank you! Minou is a beautiful name too.“ He smiled, then his face contorted again, and he jammed the hanky to his nose to stop the next nasal explosion from bursting out. As they went on, they casually talked, getting to know each other. Minou told him about her job, and that she had to travel a lot. “I’m staying at the Furry Starlight hotel, that’s why I need to go to North Street.”

“Oh, the Furry Starlight! I know it – many of my friends have stayed there when visiting me. They say it’s very good.” He sneezed again, then blew his nose.

“Bless you!”

“Thanks. So… you don’t live here in this town?”

“No, I have to go back on Monday. I’ve got the weekend off, and I… uhm… thought I’d check out the area around here for some sightseeing.”

“Really? I’d be happy to be your guuhh… huhhhhahhhh.. haaAASSHHEW!... your guide! *sniff*”

“Oohhh!.. That would be wonderful!”

At the drugstore, Hutch quickly bought his meds, then they were outside again. Soon after that, they had reached the Furry Starlight.

Both were unwilling to part. As Hutch sneezed again, Minou said softly, “Have you ever tried ginger tea? It has a soothing effect on the nose.“

Rubbing his twitchy nose, he tried to smile. “I’d definitely like to hear more about that. Would you like to have some coffee with me?“

“I’d love to!... Actually, the Furry Starlight’s got a very nice cafe!”

The cafe was crowded, so nobody paid attention to them, which they both enjoyed. Still, Hutch was a bit shy about his violent sneezing. As soon as they had sat down, he had pulled out a fresh white handkerchief, very large. “I prefer those to tissues. Tissues just don’t withstand my sneezes, and on top of that, all the lint in them makes me sneeze even more!“

Minou thought the large hanky was just perfect with his large, enormous nose... He kept his nose buried in the hanky as the outbursts of sneezing shook him while they talked. The hanky made his sneezes sound muffled, gentlemanlike, but still forceful, manly, and tickly.

They hardly noticed time passing by, and the two of them were lost in each other’s eyes. Hutch’s sneezing had eased off, but his expression was still tense, his nose twitching sensitively. “Minou... you’re such a beautiful, hot lady... I wish my nose wasn’t so annoying...“ His face contorted slightly, and he wiggled his nose, nostrils flaring.

“Oh, but I love your nose! It’s so... sexy!“ Unable to restrain herself, Minou reached out and touched the trembly tip of his sensitive canine nose, stroking it with gentle, featherly movements.

“HeeeeAAASSSHHHHuhh!“ he sneezed abruptly, with no time to raise the hanky to his nose.

“Ohh... sorry... I couldn’t resist!“ Minou said contritely.

Dabbing at his nose with the hanky, Hutch looked at her with blissful amazement. “You think my nose is sexy? No woman has ever said something like that before... and no woman has ever touched my nose like that before...“ His face contorted again, his nostrils twitched and flared, and Minou couldn’t help it – she reached out again and gently touched those wide, twitchy nostrils, tickling them lightly.

“HaaaAAASSSHHHuhh!... HaaaAASSHHHagh!“ He quickly turned aside, jerking the hanky to his nose. “HaaaaEEESSSHHHkhh!... YyyyEESSHHHaahh!... HiiiIIISSHHHaaaghh! Ahh... geez...“ He blew his nose.

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Minou breathed. “Bless you, Hutch! Again, sorry! I shouldn’t play with your nose like that...“

Rubbing his reddened nose, Hutch shook his head. “No, on the contrary! It felt good!... I can’t explain it well... It’s not that I enjoy sneezing, but when it’s you who tickles my nose, it just feels good. I... love the feeling of your finger on my nose. I’d like to feel it more. I’d like to feel you more.“

“Then let’s get a room now!“


Lobo, a handsome wolf man, looked around curiously as he entered the party hall of the big luxurious hotel. He was an artist, a sculptor and painter, just like everybody else here. He casually strolled across the room, greeted some people here and there, showed his sharp white teeth in a wild smile when he passed a group of vixens, waved at two cat ladies who were winking at him – and then he stood rooted to the spot.

A group of dog people – two males and three females – were chatting cheerfully. Among them was the most stunning elephant lady Lobo had ever seen.

She was petite, but curvy. Her golden skin and the luscious, long black hair, along with the exotic features in her tuskless face, her brown almond-shaped eyes, and her rainbow coloured sari revealed the country of her ancestry. Her trunk was long and elegant, moving around gracefully as she talked.

“Hey!” the elephant beauty spoke to him with a charming smile. “You can keep staring at me, or you can introduce yourself. I’m Shanti. It’s Sanskrit and means ‘peace’.”

He gulped. What a seductive voice!... “I’m Lobo. It’s… uhh… Spanish… and means… wolf.” Why do I suddenly feel like an idiot? he thought.

The dog people laughed. “Hey, it’s getting sizzling hot in here!” one of the males said, and went to open the big French windows. It was a warm spring night, and a breeze of blooming trees and freshly cut grass wafted in.

The group continued chatting, and Lobo couldn’t keep his eyes off Shanti. As the minutes went by, he noticed her expression tense up more and more, and she kept touching her trunk, rubbing it as discreetly as possible.
Finally, in the middle of a sentence she spoke, her face contorted, she inhaled shakily, and gripped her trunk tightly with both hands. “Hhehhh… heehhhKKSSHHHguh!” she sneezed with stifled force, clamming her hands around her trunk.

“Bless you!” the whole group said politely.

“Thaahh… haghhh… haaaaGGGSSSHHHaagh!... HeggNNIISSHHaagh!... Aahh, excuse me… my hayfeeee… heeeeEEGGSSHHHnngh!... Hayfever… I forgot to take my meds… HunnNNTTSSHHHaagh!” She scrubbed at her trunk with her left hand while digging a handful of tissues out of her tiny purse. Her trunk twitched and wiggled with itchiness, and her nostrils flared to a size Lobo had never seen before on an elephant. WOW! he thought, mesmerized…

“Hhehhh… hyeeahhh…” The elephant lady breathed hitchily, pressing the tissues to her nostrils as her trunk curled upwards. She gripped it tightly again, trying to control the urge to sneeze.

“Ooohhh… you’ve really got bad allergies, don’t you!” one of the dog ladies smiled with a trace of malice. “Your trunk looks like it really tickles.”

“It does! It’s the pollen from all the blooming trees… and the grass… I’m so allergic… hehhh… hegggGGNNNEEESSHHHagh!”

Obviously, Shanti felt embarrassed about her sneeziness. She tried to continue taking part in the conversation, talked while her trunk was turning slightly red from the irritation, curling and twitching. She held it tightly in her hand, trying to smile as she talked in a slightly stuffy voice. Every minute or so, her trunk bent and twisted, her face tensed, and she quickly pinched her nostrils and tried to keep her trunk steady. Whenever a sneeze managed to get out, she stifled the force as much as possible, pressing the tissues to her itchy nostrils, rubbing and wiping them. Her persistent urge to sneeze seemed impossible to calm down – on the contrary, Lobo noticed, the constant pinching and stifling seemed to make the tickle only worse.

The dog men and women reacted in different ways – some of them were sympathetic, blessing her and recommending all kinds of drugs, and some of them – like the dog girl earlier – just grinned nastily. One of the guys looked at the elephant woman with slight disgust and kept a distance from her, as if he feared to be infected. Idiot! Lobo wanted to snarl at him. She’s just allergic, can’t you see that?!... The sight of the sneezy elephant lady excited him so much his heart was pounding, and his knees were about to give in. Luckily, he wasn’t wearing a tight pair of jeans...

Finally, Shanti had used up all her tissues, and her trunk was still quivering with irritation. She pressed and pinched it again, but it curled and wriggled as if in protest. Stifling sneezes only works for a short time after all! Lobo thought as a smile flew over his wolfish face.

“Oooohh, Shanti!“ the malicious dog girl cooed. “Do you have to sneeze, dear?”

“Eehhhhh… excuse mehhhh…” Shanti gasped, then, holding her twitchy trunk in a firm grip, ran out of the room into the corridor. Lobo followed her, fervently hoping she would not disappear into the ladies’ room. Luckily, the restrooms were too far away for her in her current situation. She rushed into a small conference room that was empty now. Relieving the grip on her trunk, she at last gave in to her massive urge to sneeze. Gasping sharply, her trunk bouncing upwards, nostrils flaring to two wide, quivering holes, she let loose, bending double with the force, catching the tip of her trunk in her hands:


“Oh my God… bless you!” Lobo breathed, unable to restrain himself, barely resisting the urge to caress her trunk and maybe make her sneeze again. As if in trance, he approached the sneezing elephant woman, reaching into his jeans’ pocket and offering her a fresh white hanky. “Here… here you go.”

Sniffling, covering the trembling tip of her trunk with her left hand, Shanti looked at the handsome wolf man. “Lobo?... Oh… thanks!” She accepted the hanky, wiped her nostrils, then blew her trunk. “Aghhh…” Her eyes squinted, and she pressed the hanky to her nostrils. Her trunk was red and swollen from all the sneezing. “It’s still tickling so much…”

“I… I can see that!” Lobo managed to get out. “Oh, Shanti… you’re so beautiful. And your sneezes are like music to my ears!”

Thunderstruck, the elephant lady stared at him. “Are you serious? You’re not making fun of me?”

“No! Not at all! I’m really attracted to you!”

“But… nobody is attracted to me!” The violent sneezing fit had caused her sari to slip out of place, and the small top she wore under it became visible. The neckline was very low, so Lobo could see the outline of her full, well-rounded breasts. She scrubbed the hanky at her flaring, trembly nostrils. “Whenever I get involved with a guy I like, he soon gets turned off by my constant sneezing! You see, I have to sneeze so much all the time, everywhere… Who wants to be in bed with a woman who’s having one sneeze attack after the other?” As if to prove her words, she let out another snorting, tickly sneeze.

“Me! I would love to!” Lobo held out his arms. “If you want me too, I’ll be the happiest man in the world if you let me touch you, love you, feel your beautiful body and your gorgeous, sexy trunk!”

“Oh, Lobo… this is like a dream coming true! You really like that nose of mine? I know it’s a trunk, but for me, well – it is my nose!”

“I know! A wonderful, big, sensitive nose! I’m crazy about it!”

As a reply, Shanti jumped into his arms to give him a long, passionate kiss, to which he responded hungrily. Then they hurried to get a hotel room.

Slowly, they undressed each other, enjoying every moment of it.
Naked, they sank onto the king-size bed. Her full, luscious breasts were fully presented to him, and he feasted on their sight.

Her nipples were dark red, hardened and erect. Boy, she was bursting with desire!... He gently laid a hand on her round breast, stroking it, feeling her shiver. Then, he softly began teasing her nipples. „Ahhhh!...“ she gasped, writhing. Wow, that woman did have sensitive, easily arousable breasts and nipples! He bent over her breast, took her one nipple into his mouth, letting his tongue play with it. „Aaahhhh!!“ she gasped a bit louder. His other hand fondled her other nipple.

She moaned with lust, and at same time, he saw her face contort: Eyes closed, trunk curving, her nostrils flaring to wide dark caves. Lobo watched them with fascination. Such amazing nostrils! They matched her big, long, elegant trunk perfectly. “Hehhhh…” she breathed shakily.

“Ooohh, baby, do you need to sneeze?... Just let it out.“ He softly kissed her flaring, twitching nostrils, let his lips glide teasingly around them.

“Heh…heEEISSHHooh!” Shanti sneezed abruptly. “Huh…huhIISSHHHughh!... EEEIISHHuuh!... AaaaaIIIISSSHHHagh! Ugh *sniff*…”

“Bless you… I hope it was okay that I made you sneeze… I wanted to help you get it out… and also… it turned me on sooo much to make you sneeze!”
Shanti sneezed again, wiggling her twitchy trunk. “Aghhhh… it’s okay, honey… it actually felt exciting… that you helped my sneezes come out! I’ve never… haaaaIIISSHHHOOH!... experienced anything like thahhh… huhIIISSHHHHOOgh!”

“Bless you!” He kissed and suckled the soft tip of her trunk.

“Ohhh Lobo…” He could feel her nostrils flare hard under his lips. “Does that feel good, honey?“ He continued kissing and suckling her twitchy trunk tip.

“Aghhh, it feels goodhhh... But my nose just won’t stop ticklinghhh... ooohhh... your mouth feels so good on my nosehhh... aghhhh... hehhh-hehhh-hehhHHIISSHHugh!“

“Bless you!“ he whispered, kissing her elephanty nose passionately.

“Ahhh… are you really not turned off by my sneehhh… haaaaaIISSSHHOOH!... sneezinghhh?... HaaaIIISSSHHHEEW!”

He kissed and suckled her trunk tip again. “On the contrary, baby. Your sneezy trunk-nose turns me on like you won’t believe. So just let those sneezes fly. But if it gets too bad, I’ll try to help you and give you some relief.”

And so it happened. The elephant lady sneezed and sneezed against Lobo’s shoulder as he pleasured her, then she took care of him, sneezing as she touched him and as they became one. She was still sneezing when they held each other in the afterglow of their lovemaking, and he wanted to give her some relief. “Your trunk is still tickling badly, hmm?” he asked softly, placing his finger under her flaring, quivering nostrils and pressing gently up against them.

“Ahhh…” she exhaled shakily, wiggling her trunk tip against his finger. “Thanks *sniff*. But I… Ihhh…” Her face contorted again, and her nostrils flared even more widely.

He knew she was trying to say she didn’t want to sneeze on his finger – after all, it was different from her sneezing against his shoulder and his lips while they made love because they had both been so aroused. “It’s okay, honey! I’ll try to help you stop sneezing, but if you have to sneeze anyway, just let it out.” With his finger still pressing against her flaring nostrils, he saw the next sneeze building up in that long nose of hers, so he started rubbing it firmly, but gently, up and down. It seemed to help. At some point she had to blow her trunk, and shortly after that the tickle in her nose got so strong again she had another massive sneezing fit. Lobo blessed her again and again, held another hanky to her trunk tip, wiping and rubbing it, and he massaged her sneezy nose by rhythmically caressing, pressing and pinching it.

This night was the beginning of a long, wonderful time together…

Writer's Den / [F + Non-Anthro] Spring Allergies
« on: August 26, 2020, 07:58:43 PM »
Spring Allergies

“Ahh… haaahhh… haaaaaGGGSSSHHHEEEEEWW!” Arlena, the hayfever-struck, elegant, black mare sneezed for the umpteenth time on this warm spring day out in the fields where she was grazing. Vast amounts of pollen floated in the air.

Ah, that tickle in her nose!... No matter how much Arlena rubbed and scrubbed her nose on one of her front legs, the tickle just wouldn’t stop. The clouds of pollen drifted right up her wide, sensitive nostrils, and got stuck there. Arlena felt as though a whole army of tiny fairies had moved into her nasal cavities to tickle and tease the sensitive inside of her nose.
“HhhhaaaaaaIIISSSHHHOOOHH!... Hhhaaaa—haaaEEESSSHHHaaagh!... HaaaaAAAASSSHHHOOagh!” Arlena sneezed, pressing her big, quivering nose against a smooth tree trunk – which, for a moment, helped against the tickle. But shortly after that, her nose started running, and she kept sniffling for a while until the next bout of sneezes burst out of her allergic nose.

“Bless you!” suddenly a gentle voice said beside her. “That’s a bad tickle in your nose! What’s making you sneeze like that?”

Sniffling, nostrils twitching, the mare turned to see who was speaking. It was a young human female with long blonde hair and a friendly smile. Arlena sensed immediately that this young woman had a special understanding for horses – she was obviously one of the very rare human beings who could actually communicate with animals. Arlena had very rarely spoken to any human before, and now she felt it came naturally to her. And the girl must have sensed it too; otherwise she wouldn’t have asked her a direkt question.

“It’s the pohhh… pollaaahhhAASSHHHOOH!... *sniffle* pollen! From all those plants, trees, and flowers around here… I’m so allergiii… hhiiihhhh… HHEEEEAAAARRRSSSHHHHuuh!”

“Allergic… hmmm… I see,” the young woman said understandingly. “By the way, my name is Julia.”

“I’m Arlena… *sniffle* Aghhh…” The mare’s face contorted, and her nostrils flared even wider.

Julia saw how sensitive the fine membranes in the horse’s reddened nostrils were, and how itchy they must be. “You’ve got to sneeze again, hmm?”

As a reply, the mare sneezed violently and snortingly nine times in a row.

“Oooooooh!” Julia cooed sympathetically.

The next sneeze attack was about to burst forth: “Haaahhh… haaaaahhh…”

Quickly, the young woman laid her finger under the allergic mare’s flaring, twitching nostrils.

“Aggghhh… thank youhhh…” the mare breathed, but one second later she gasped again: “Haaahhh… haaaaaaahhh… gotta sneezehhhhh…”

Hurriedly, Julia began to rub and massage her new horse friend’s terribly tickly nose. The mare gave a few shaky gasps, her hugely flaring nostrils quivering and twitching: “Aghhh… haaahhhh…”

“Oh, Arlena, your nose is still itchy, isn’t it?”

Gasping, Arlena nodded, pressing her large nose with the enormous nostrils against the young woman’s fingers. “It feeehhh… feels good *sniffle*… buuhhht… haaaahhhh… my nohhhhsehhh…. Heghhhh…”

“All right!” Soothingly, Julia pressed her finger against the tense, widened nostrils. “If you need to sneeze, just let it out! I don’t mind at all!”

“Haahhh!!” Arlena gasped, and Julia braced herself for a volley of sneezes into her hand. Strongly, she rubbed and massaged the horse’s irritated nostrils, from time to time feeling them tense under her fingers to expel a snorting, tickly sneeze, which Julia caught in her hand, gently blessing her.
Finally, Arlena relaxed. “Ahhhh *sniffle*… that helped, thanggk you!”

Smiling, Julia pulled a fresh white handkerchief out of her jeans’ pocket, gently wiping the mare’s nose with it. “Any time, my beauty.”

I'm New Here / Hi, I just joined
« on: August 25, 2020, 11:00:20 PM »
Hi all,
I'm very excited, although it's in the middle of the night where I live - I should be sleeping...  ;) but I just had to come in to say hello!
I'm very nervous about my privacy, so I don't want to give away too much information - I hope you understand...
I'm a woman, not really young, not really old - in the middle of life, you could say!  :)
I have always liked sneezing, and I enjoy very much finding nice sneezy tidbits on the internet, which is how I found this great website.
The stories and artwork are wonderful.
I'll be happy to share something I've written in the next couple of days.

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