This is my first actual completed furry sneeze story! It has quite a unique format compared to most other stories around here. The whole thing is told in first person, and the two characters don’t even have names! Let me know what you think of this roguish approach!
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You’re cuddling in bed with me. We’re having such a wonderful time together. Your dragon talons stroking down my fluffy hips while my arms are wrapped around your smooth scales. Our heads lean against each other with our eyes closed as we lay and snuggle in peace. Your eyes open and you familiarly feel your snout start to itch. You know you’re going to sneeze.
We both know you don’t sneeze fire, though it’s always messy and you’re embarrassed by how exaggerated your sneezes are, even though you can’t help it. But you’re worried about ruining the moment we’re having together, it’s just so perfect. Although you also really don’t want to blast a cannon of snot at me from point blank range. You pull your head back from mine and tell me you might feel a pretty nasty sneeze coming on.
I open my eyes and notice for the first time how obvious it is in your expression that you need to let out a big one. I can see you start turning your head to the side and away from me. Then a smile creases my face. I wrap my legs tightly around your torso, then grab you by both horns and angle your head back directly towards my face, our eyes locked dead on and your face hitching and scrunched up desperately trying to fight off the pending sneeze, while my face looks hungry and devious for what’s about to happen. In a soothing yet commanding voice, I say, “Do it.”
You’re caught so off guard that it distracts you from the sneeze for a moment. You were certainly not expecting what you just heard me say. When the thought enters your mind, you hesitate at the awkwardness of it. You’d easily be able to turn your head away to the side for the blast, if I wasn’t firmly holding you in place by the horns. You’re always powerless to move whenever I take hold of them. You also can’t use your two hands to scrub at your nose or bat me away because my legs are trapping them by your sides. Even so, despite how badly you need to sneeze right now, every bone in your body is telling you, “Don’t do it.”
I can tell that your polite instinct or self-conscience fear is forcing you to hold it in. Smiling comfortingly, I bump my black nose with your heavily twitching snout between the nostrils. This squeezes your eyes closed, and I can hear you hitching quickly and rapidly as I see you trying so hard to clamp your mouth shut in the middle but the edges on each side are showing shiny fangs and a violently shuttering maw. In a soothing voice I coo, “It’s okay, I want it. I want to know what it’s like to be sneezed on by such a powerful dragon. They’re always so strong and loud, yet you’re always so calm and timid. I wanna see what I’ve been missing out on. And besides, it would be a shame to have to pause such a perfect moment like this.”
That seemed to do the trick. I had broken through your stubborn instinct to be polite and fear of embarrassing yourself. You still can’t move your head to rear back, but your eyes open a little as they roll up, your mouth spreads wide as you stop trying to force it shut, and your quick hitching gasps turn into long, slow inhales. Each breath gets longer, slower, and deeper than the last. Your muscular chest is expanding and compressing so much as you breathe in and out.
I’ve never been this close to you during a build-up before. The sight of your entire upper body as you gear up for a really big one sends shivers down my spine. It’s so exhilarating. I can tell this is certainly going to be one of the nasty messier ones: the roaring loud ones that send a geyser of snot in a splash area wherever that innocent yet muscular snout is pointing. And since I’ve held my steady grip on you this whole time, it’s pointing right at me.
To be more specific, it’s pointing directly at my face. Our heads are less than a foot apart. If I had enough time, I could count every one of your glittering white fangs as your enormous jaw stretches to its maximum reach. Nostrils flared wide, eyes once again squeezed shut, muzzle scrunched back as far as possible, your face presents the ultimate image of a powerful “really need to sneeze” expression.
And with that, you completely let loose. Without holding back at all, you make the longest, deepest, scariest roaring sound I’ve ever heard in my life, and you blast me at point blank range with a tidal wave of thick gooey snot as well as a whirlwind of of gigantic exhale. Snot from the wide open nostrils, wind from the overloaded maw. I definitely would’ve been blown several meters back if my legs weren’t clinging onto your torso so tightly. I feel as if I’ve been launched horizontally into a thunderstorm, with wind lashing against my face and heavy drops of rain pouring down on me from the front. It is the ride of my life.
After what feels like slowed down hours but was really only a few seconds, the long sneeze finally comes to an end and the snot and wind stop coming out at me. We both sit up and I can immediately see that you are completely exhausted. Adding on the persistent hitching of trying so desperately hard to hold it back at first, that massive sneeze really took out all the energy you had in you. You’re panting slowly and deeply with your tongue out trying to catch your breath. Meanwhile, all my fur is ruffled and standing on end from the experience of having survived a gooey hurricane. I feel so exhilarated from the whole thing, as if I just got off a wild roller coaster for the first time. And only after wiping my eyes clear do I realize the very thick strand of snot bridging from my upper chest… straight to your two nostrils. I cannot help but snicker at it.
You regain your breath a little more and notice the strand for the first time. I can see you deeply blushing behind your scales as you freeze in utter humiliation. It’s a lot like all the times you sneeze in public and everyone turns their head to stare at you, except you’re even more embarrassed because this sneeze was ten times more exaggerated and went directly onto another living creature. You’re so cute when you’re all flustered like this. So strong yet so vulnerable. At first you try to make an effort to apologize but your words drop dead before you even get any of them out.
I scoot over to you and wrap my arms around your body while giggling. You’re still tense, but then I tell you, “You’ve sure got a special nose. You know that? You really blew me away there. That was very powerful, I’m sure you really had to let that one out for quite a while there, and all just to please me. I think I owe you something in return. Now where were we?” I pull us both down from our sitting positions to lie back on the bed, next I take your arms and guide your dragon talons to stoke down my fluffy (and now snotty) hips once again, then I wrap my arms back around your smooth scales, and finally our heads lean against each other just as before, with the bridge of snot from your nostrils to my chest remaining intact. You close your eyes peacefully, and I can see that you’re even more content than you were before. I look over your shoulder to see your tail wagging. It looks like you won’t be embarrassed or ashamed of your big exaggerated sneezes so much anymore, now that you know at least one creature appreciates them. And I sure do love having a dragon with such an extraordinary powerful nasal reflex, especially when that dragon is really just a big softy at heart. With that thought, I chose my eyes too as we continue to cuddle and drift off.
