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A Seabound, Sneezy Time[F+Non-Anthro+Anthro]Pt2
“Name’s Amy, great to meet ya!” The pink dolphin chirped, using a finger to scrub the snake’s poor, defenseless nose. The marine anthro always wanted to be sure all acquaintances felt even close to how joyous she was, so she began making her way to the spot she set up for her day at the beach. The set of chairs were complete with a large sun umbrella to go with it.
“Uihhih...uh, thanks!...I’m pearl!” The garden snake said sheepishly, poking her tail towards the dolphin’s other hand. As much as Pearl wanted to be on her own, she owed it to this dolphin to be somewhat social.
The dolphin’s rostrum turned to a brighter pink, blushing at how coy the snake was being. “Glad to meet ya!” Amy acknowledged, arriving at her beach spot. The bikini wearing bottlenose took a seat on her pastel beach chair, which was conveniently protected from the elements by her equally colorfully striped umbrella.
Letting the serpent lay on her arm
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A Slithering, Sneezy Time[F+Non-Anthro+Anthro]Pt1
“Wow! *sniffle*...just wow!” The garden snake cried, her black and brown scales shivering of excitement. With her tail grabbing the plane ticket, Pearl slithered around the anthro who exchanged the ticket a hug, a thanks.
Pearl has been saving up for months on end, anxious at any temptations. Sometimes she thought of just throwing away her money on one, simple night. Time went on, and she was able to get a healthy flight to the most gorgeous place she could think of, the Bahamas.
In truth, it’s simply where her parents spent their summers in. It was a convenient place for a summer house too, with the location at the Bahamas being right on a beach. The limbless snake dreamt of the sights, the sounds, the smells, all of what awaited her down in the Bahamas as she slept on the plane ride over.
The female snake’s focus was fogged on her dash to get the perfect view, slithering speedily out of the plane and onto a personal ride. Her large eyes skimmed all the new sig
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Minor Miscalculation [F+Fire Emblem Three Houses]
“Morning, Edelgard. Are you feeling any better?” Byleth asked his student, pouring some tea for the dreary eyed lady.
“Oh, yeah.” Edelgard laughed, rubbing one of her eyes with a fist.
The sun conveniently set on the table the two were soon to be sitting at. Edelgard crossed her legs and leaned on a marble pole, bending down on one ankle as she stretched her arms up and yawned.
“I don’t think I’m worried about my training anymore, Sir.” She mentioned, cracking a smile through her drowsy exhale.
Pouring tea into two modest cups, Byleth asked “You still set on being so proper? I’m sure you’d be better off being...vulnerable.” The dark green haired professor laughed, pouring a bit more tea in Edelgard’s cup out of pity.
Edelgard scoffed, tightening her robe’s sleeves as she broke a minor sweat. “You know something like that doesn’t just happen.” She stormed forward, sitting in the chair.
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Procrastination Proclamation [F+Braixen+TF+Sneeze]
“Hmm...oh!...” The young woman awed to herself, browsing Twitter as she saw some impressive art. Her thumb scrolled the page down more, her eyes zeroing on a particular post of a sunset.
Feeling inspired by the painting, she clicked on her profile to see how active she has been. Her Twitter handle “Diane2001” right next to a picture of a deadpan girl. Her eyes looked just below that to see her most “recent” post.
“Oh gosh! Three months?!” she exclaimed at her phone before covering her lips to catch how loud she was. She looked around cautiously to check if her family might’ve heard and went right back posting.
The assured lack of activity from her end pushed her to lean forward in her bed to open the drapes of her window.
Diane had her camera face the window, and within moments, the app opened. Her eyes widened at the pitch black sky. Her mouth agap and head racing, she quickly opened her reminders to see what she put ignored.
Right
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Sneezy Spy [F+Anthro]
The marble floor glistened from the street lights, the material boasting its perfections outwardly. Cars passed by with every headlight sweeping a particular room. One vehicle let its doors open, echoing inside a sneaky vixen’s pointed ears.
The silver fox grinned, opening the vent and stepping silently onto the pristine floor. Another car whizzed by, threatening to already expose the sleek spy’s black physique. She hugged a statue and winced, the light barely grazing her black and silver fur.
“Damn.” She whispered quieter than the air she breathed. Her nerves being mettled by the constant fear of being spotted. Given what could’ve been a normal mission, this wouldn’t bother the young vixen.
This canine agent-for-hire was known by the spy world as “Judas Lancer” due to her sneaky but honorable approach to spywork. She was so sneaky, in fact, that most people didn’t even know her birth name. She would often be able to dispose of jobb
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[F+Anthro+Cold] Oblivious Otter
Mondays are the worst time of the week, every week. Nobody wants to go back to work after just finishing errands. Even when having fun, that very day just snatches any more potential fun from party goers. It’s existence is the very reason why Rebecca took this particular monday off.
Starting the day by sleeping in, a drowsy river otter heard some obnoxious birds chirping, causing the mustelid to groan “Come on, five more minutes!” Rebecca complained.
Her body was still half-asleep, but all she could hear was the sound of nature piercing her eardrums. She squinted her closed eyelids at the chalkboard squeal of the avians, their annoying songs driving her insane.
The teeth-gritting mammal had enough of the noise, ripping her covers off to let the bright sky shine on her ginger skin and equally ginger locks. She licked her dry lips, yawning deeply through her wide, supple, brown nose. The large breathing holes widening just as quickly as her eyes did, before squinting at
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The Common Bird Flu [F+Anthro]
“Just for an hour.” A blue wonder said, holding out a few impressive bills in her wings.
“You sure ‘bout that?” The seagull man said, crackling at the timid request. “I’d be surprised if you caught one fish, no less!”
Gripping the reel of her rental fishing rod, she handled the tool like some artifact from a far off country. A glimpse at the seasoned fisherman revealed a smirk. She giggled back at him.
“Come on. Just looking at ya just screams ‘hook, line and sinker’.” She joked, poking at the dirtied white seagull’s skills. She felt a fair wind hit the feathers on her head, reminding her of the pencil engrained in between the feathers on the sides of her eyes.
Zoe pulled the pencil from her head, smiling at the fact that she could be just as simple as the fisherman she’s biding her time with. Maybe a future journalist could learn a thing or two from a casual fisher.
She twirled the pencil around her on
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Sulking Sheep [F+Anthro]
Saturday morning, the perfect day and the perfect time to relax with a good old book. How Sarah loved to be by herself in her own little adventures. A library was the next best thing, and was quiet at that, to say the least.
The sheepish sheep was already tip-toeing her way to the library, feeling a bit sleepy from staying up all night. It was a bit too early for her to be out and about, but that was only because she was so used to sleeping in already.
Walking by the automatic doors, Sarah strolled along to the corner of the building interior. There, she found large rows of dark, abandoned books, just waiting to be read. She would always read a romantic type of novel, but thought a thriller of sorts would get her blood pumping. Convenient when considering her condition enter the premise.
“Hmm…” Sarah hummed, coughing lightly whilst grabbing a few books to try out. The grey sheep felt the tips of her nares burn a bit, causing the reader to slide her forefinger and thum
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Electrifying Expulsion [F+Spyro+Non-Anthro]
Spyro was biding his time in the Autumn Plains, resting along the green grasses as his friends slacked off long after Ripto was no more. They were completely oblivious to the world around them, lazily slouching about on the dirt with a few of them pulling up lawn chairs for comfort.
“Elora…” Spyro fantasized in his sleep, lids quite heavy.
Suddenly, a booming crackle was heard amongst the crew. Spyro was the first to jump at trouble, spectating the phenomenon. With another purple strike to the ground, a dragon appears in a tired state.
Running up to the lizard, Spyro tries to wake up the reptile. “Hey, hey! Are you okay?” Spyro asks in desperation, hoping they were okay.
Raising their head, they shook it a bit while feeling dizzy. The dragon looked around, assuring theirself that this wasn’t their homeland at all.
Facing the purple dragon, they asked “Wh-where am I?” They stuttered, still dazed.
Giddy with excitement to see another dragon
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Kathy's Most Awful Day Off [F+Anthro]
Another email pops up and appears to spam again.
“Guhh…” Katherine groans, feeling her time wasted by her email browsing.
Today was a certain cheetah’s off-day and Kathy wasn’t too keen with thinking about work too much. The kitty was so confused, as she had just met this kind lady from her work that she’s surprised to not have talked to till now.
The feline checks her phone, claws nearly bleeding into the phone screen. “Two hours? You’ve got to be kidding me.” She murmured to herself, being quiet for seemingly nobody.
Kathy’s ears twitch at the loud sound of her coffee maker. A slight grin appears on her muzzle as she organizes her space make room for the drink.
Turning the light back on, the cat feels the bone of her claw hit the switch in a familiar way. Kathy rubs her hands together at the sudden chill in the air. She grasps the warm mug and sits back down at the dining room, setting a few napkins on the table for the mug
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Bob, smell somthing! [F+Ashe+Overwatch]
It was dark, only a couple hours past midnight. The deadlock gang was fast asleep and resting in a motel for another day of thievery. Ashe, among all the others, was feeling a bit groggy. She woke up with a slight grumble in her stomach, but the strong woman shrugged it off and snuggled her covers against herself.
Saliva built up in her mouth as she tried to sleep, making her swallow it frequently to her dismay. Her brain triggered thoughts of lovely cookouts, filled with hamburgers and hot dogs. Ashe gritted her teeth at her rumbling belly. Finally, her distinct, protruding nostrils flared as she sniffed audibly to smell some goodies from her fridge.
Ashe clenched her hands and ripped her covers away from herself, sitting up due to her undying hunger. The white-haired lady, stepped away from her bed and waltzed to the fridge. Lazily grasping the door handle, she swung the door open to find some spoiled milk and a few flies buzzing around inside the vacant refrigerator.
Veering her eye
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Koopa Kouple: Fire Flower Park [F+Bowsette+Mario]
Bowsette design based off of RafaKnight's art: https://twitter.com/Rafaknight_rk
It was early morning and Mario was still troubled with himself, still remorseful about his girlfriend. It wasn’t her fault that she had explosive sneezes (In a sense, maybe a little), but that doesn’t mean she has to be so careful all the time. What fun was it to keep her nose away from anything interesting, let alone the rest of her koopa body?
The small plumber squinted and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, shoving himself off of the king sized bed carefully. He slipped his slippers on and walked around to his dresser to pick his clothes up. After sliding on his red pants and shirt along with overalls and brown boots, he went to pick up a hat that wasn’t there. Mario still missed his iconic cap.
Looking behind him, he saw feint stains on a pillow, one that Bowsette was using for her golden head. Mario sighed, kneeling down and running his fingers through the koopa girl
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Koopa Kouple in New Donk [F+Bowsette+Mario]
Bowsette design based off of RafaKnight's art: https://twitter.com/Rafaknight_rk/status/1015398399879925762
“Hmmf!” Mario exclaimed, seeing her future wife turn her down after he went all the way to the moon and back to save her.
It had been a rough journey for the stubby plumber, shape-shifting and traveling all over the place. He had a lifetime of adventures at Bowser’s Castle alone. However, with Peach turning her nose up at the two, Mario realized his odyssey wasn’t over yet.
Once his arch nemesis then became an acceptable ally. The large turtle put a claw over the red italian’s shoulder and smiled, whispering his idea in his ear. Mario winced at first, but then looked at Peach with a bit of lust. He finally agreed and let Bowser put his plan into action.
Taking Mario’s friend cappy, the green and yellow lizard snuck up on Peach and snatched her. He then snagged Tiara and Cappy and slapped them on some handcuffs. Sealing the deal, he clicked the
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Streamlined Sickness Pt. 1 [F+M+Sonic Riders]
Jet the Hawk: https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/sonicfanon/images/1/1e/Jet.png/revision/latest?cb=20140510124857
Having the computer’s voice annoy the green hawk, Jet snapped whilst leaning forward.
“What do you mean it’s too cold out to ride?!” He squaked, shaking a fist at the monitor while having an equally angry swallow pipe up in support.
“Dumb robot! We won’t have a chance to win if don’t practice now!” Wave barked, having a white bird hold his hands forward while wincing at the angry avians in front as he backed away.
The computer sighed using a midi, rolling it’s pixelated eyes at the two remaining birds screaming at it’s analytics. Searching through it’s database, it found some more info to explain the situation one last time, losing hope for these irritated birds.
“It’s 25 degrees fahrenheit and the winds are blistering. It’s certain you two or any living creature would catch a cold outdoors
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A Surprise for Fox: RP (F+Spryo+StarFox)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!For the first section, I did the odd sections while HyperMetalSonic did the even section. You can notice how each section is separated by the larger space between the paragraphs
The second section has HyperMetalSonic doing the odds and Me doing the Evens.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
An alarm sounds off, but is quickly shut down. It's only 3AM and a certain kangaroo wouldn't wanna wake anybody particularly up. She slowly lifts the cover off her bed and slides across the room. Sheila opens the door carefully as she makes her way to the other bedroom.
Arriving to the bed inside the bedroom, the marsupial slowly shakes a blue vixen up. Sheila sees the fox rub her eyes and groan, to where the 'roo lets her friend no to be quiet with a finger vertically placed at the front of her snout, shushing her.
Whispering, Sheila tells the fox "I think this would be a real banger. So if we just hide in his closet, maybe we can give him the present with a bit of a surprise!" She grins, looking to
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Daisies Pack a Wallop! [F+Spyro+Kangaroo] Pt.3
 I was inspired by the look Shelia has in the Reignited Trilogy of Spyro: [img]https://i.ytimg.com/vi/-rZbIDbHsuw/maxresdefault.jpg[/img]
“GASHIEWWWWWY!” Sheila screamed, kicking her large feet against the monster, sending her towards a pond of cool water. She closes her eyes for a bit, recovering from the sneeze.
While resting, she sniffles through her nose to mend her nose a bit more while she takes a breather. Surprising her, she ends up sucking a huge gulp of water through her nose. Sheila opens her eyes to see her head submerged underneath the pond she launched herself into.
She paddles quickly out of the water, pushing herself out and wringing her snout to squeeze out the water that flooded the poor thing. She panted for a good moment, putting a finger to her nose lazily to let herself catch her own breath.
After beginning to breathe calmly again, she curiously kept a finger curved against her wide nose. The ‘roo sniffed a few, brief times to test her sniff
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The Possessed Yoshi
It was another, foggy, soggy day at Lutherberg Manor. This old, abandoned mansion was left be decades ago after a bunch of Boos took over the place. There was a banquet taking place when it happened. Chaos ensued. However, the crisis was averted when the manor grounds were sealed away with a magic spell, leaving the Boos trapped for all eternity within the building’s stone, castle-like walls and wrecked hallways.
One particular Boo watched the rain fall and drip on the window, partly-enjoying the loud trickling sound of hard rain. When you and your family have been trapped in here for many, many years, there isn’t a lot of things to enjoy, as most of the manor’s previous luxury had been stripped away over the times. However, that also meant that you’ll probably find ridiculous and strange hobbies, like staring out the window watching the rain until the clouds fade.
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Hello. Returning tonight
I have been out of town since Thursday for a few different reasons, the main reason being to see the broadway play wicked. I will be on my computer tonight to reply to notes and comments. I will be back soon!
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Hello everybody!
I was working on my own art since months, but to be honnest, I'm actually unhappy with it (that's why I didn't post them.)
I need to take a little break and drawing something else.
For those who didn't know me for long, I almost draw furries, but I would also happy do draw humans, animals, ponys, birds or whatever else!
I love new challenges ;)
So, after seing your reacts to my poll concerning my commissions prises, and the fact I tink I've impoove a bit, here are the new commission infos:
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“Name’s Amy, great to meet ya!” The pink dolphin chirped, using a finger to scrub the snake’s poor, defenseless nose. The marine anthro always wanted to be sure all acquaintances felt even close to how joyous she was, so she began making her way to the spot she set up for her day at the beach. The set of chairs were complete with a large sun umbrella to go with it.

“Uihhih...uh, thanks!...I’m pearl!” The garden snake said sheepishly, poking her tail towards the dolphin’s other hand. As much as Pearl wanted to be on her own, she owed it to this dolphin to be somewhat social.

The dolphin’s rostrum turned to a brighter pink, blushing at how coy the snake was being. “Glad to meet ya!” Amy acknowledged, arriving at her beach spot. The bikini wearing bottlenose took a seat on her pastel beach chair, which was conveniently protected from the elements by her equally colorfully striped umbrella.

Letting the serpent lay on her arm, Amy asked “You mind sitting by me?” allowing Pearl to slither off on her own.

The troubled snake was a bit overwhelmed to say the least, being hospitalized by a complete stranger was more than foreign to the young, coddled snake. Apart from some restaurants, it was always her family looking out for her.

Eyeing the table beside the aquatic mammal, Pearl slithered around Amy’s body and landed close to the dolphin. “Well, you did help me out! I was about to give a sne-I meant have a sneezing fit. Sorry, it’s just I’m not used to conversation.” The lizard blushed, wiping a tear with her tail.

“Oh, don’t you worry silly! You only got about this pale.” The dolphin cynical jokes, tugging at her bra for emphasis.

Pearl’s eyes widened, looking back and forth. The snake slithered in circles, chasing her tail to see if she really had turned white at all. Her frantic pace caused the worried serpent to move faster than she could think, endlessly slithering in a circle with no sight of her own body.

A tear formed in Amy’s eye, the acquaintance felt she pushed her luck a bit much with this shy snake. The dolphin rummaged through her purse, pulling out a mirror. Aiming it at Pearl, Amy said “I was just kidding! Seriously, you look great! It’s rare to see snakes at all here, especially ones like yourself.” She grinned, hoping to level the snake’s emotions with her for this fine day.

The black and brown serpent sniffled, eardrums twitching from the kind lady’s words. Pearl slithered towards the mirror, looking a bit shocked at her appearance. “Wow! I look...like a snake.” The snake said, unfamiliar with her looks. Analyzing her large eyes, her long tail behind her. Her face inching towards the mirror, booping it and shifting her head. The snake could tell she had quite the nose, the septum separating the nostrils by a mile.

Lowering the mirror, the puzzled dolphin got closer to the snake, raising Pearl’s head with her rostrum. “Pearl, don’t tell me you don’t know your snake.” She laughed, brushing her beak-like appendage against the snake’s cheeks.

Pearl snorted in awkward laughter, responding “No, I am a snake...it’s just I-I don’t care to look at my reflection every day, or at all. Just looks funny to see it, you get me?” The common snake pondered, her pupils relaxing along with her scales.

Amy nodded while petting her new friend. “Don’t think like that, you seem great. You came all this way just to have a good time. Why not look nice while doing it?” The dolphin suggested with a smile.

The snake looked confidently at the marine animal, nodding back with an equally large grin. “Yeah, you’re right...sis?” Pearl said, pushing her playful facade.

The pink dolphin pointed her rostrum back towards the ocean. She relaxed her arms on her chair and leaned her blowhole in between the openings of her beach chair. “You’ll be a social butterfly before you know it, just give it time.” Amy said.

Eyeing the snake, she saw a timid nod from her large head. The dolphin was feeling content, making a new friend and helping them on the same day was sweet enough for a pat on her own back.

Using the same hand she used to pick up the snake, Amy waved her equally pink hand over her pink head and towards her back. Her rubbery hand turned to be parallel to her back, causing some sand on her hand to drip down. It sounded like a rainstick as lots of sand fell on the sea critter.


“So, what brih-brings you here?” Amy slightly hitched, patting her blowhole with the same hand, unsure what startled her sinuses.

“Nothing, just relaxing.” Pearl responded, feeling a bit tired. A yawn was let out as the waves calmed the serpent.

“...same.” Amy said, her rostrum scrunching like an actual nose. She wiggled her beak-like snout, her head wrinkling in on itself.

The snake was confused, as the so far cheery dolphin sounded a bit serious. Pearl glanced to her new friend to see the pink mammal with a hand on her rostrum, gripping the tip of it. “Um, I’ve read that dolphins have their uh…”noses” on their head or something.” Pearl pointed out.

Amy paused, her hand locked onto the top of her rostrum. “Oh...hehe! Yeah, funny you mention that.” The dolphin continued to mesh the skin of her muzzle up towards her eyes.

Seeing that her rostrum rubbing contradicted her own anatomy, Amy felt obliged to give a tidbit of info to her friend. “You are right, but something about rubbing my face like this makes my brain think I’m actually massaging my blowhole. It’s ridiculous, I know! Never had a real explanation for these shenanigans.”  Amy concluded, taking her other hand towards her the top of her rostrum, digging her knuckles against the center top of it and scrubbing in a circular motion.

“I guess that makes sense.” Pearl said, still puzzled. The snake’s head leaned around the dolphin’s body, seeing the blowhole quiver and expand. “How’d you get the nasty ihih-itch?” Pearl hitched, her own nose getting jealous of the blowhole.

Smashing her palm against the narrow tip of her rostrum, Amy concluded “I’m guess from all this danged sand. My blowhole never really agreed with sand, one whiff and I’m sneezing lehih-like crhihh...crazy *sniffle*”  The dolphin sniffed, both her rostrum and blowhole twitched simultaneously.

Amy’s eyes began to water, her vision targeting her useless snout. It wasn’t even a nose to her, yet the appendage felt the need to wrinkle and shift, just as her blowhole crinkled to let more dust sting her sinuses. “Oh muihh-my!” She whimpered.

Pearl’s nose was done being a spectator, wiggling around as well. The armless snake crossed her eyes in fear as her nose took a hold of her body once again. “Cuih-come on, nose! I cuihh-can’t move! *sniff sniff sniffle*” Pearl pathetically fought back, her wide septum squirming about. The nasal fiend taunting the serpent.

Through her blurred vision, the pink dolphin sniffled at the snake’s own itchy nose. Her eyes looked up, this itch was getting out of hand. She needed to deal with her dang blowhole. “Pehihh-pearl, *sniffle*, could ya nuhihhh...nuzzle my bluihhblowhole!” She hitched, her head bending down, hands suffocating her rostrum with a firm grip around the snout-like beak.

Hesitantly, the snake slithered up the dolphin. Pearl’s body shivered every few moments, her nose demanding control over the long lizard. The snake’s nose was soon close to the blowhole, nose to nose as both sniffing organ’s quivering over the reign of the tiny sand. “Uihh- I’ll try, cuih-could ya hold me?”

Amy nodded, sending a hand over to hover the snake’s head in front of the blowhole as the rest of the snake coiled on top of the dolphin’s head.

The serpent then pushed her nose hard against the blowhole, nuzzling and scrunching her nares to best contort the shape of the already shivering nostril. “I *sniffle* think it’s Whihh *snort* working.” Pearl winced as her wide septum gritted it’s scales against the rubbery nare.

A sharp wind was caught, sending sand with it. Both the armless serpent and the pink dolphin squeezed their eyes shut as their sinuses were flooded with the light brown substance.

Using her nails to scratch her snout further, Amy yelled “Nhihh-no! Its cuihh-cuihh-coming!” She blurthed out, unable to keep her blowhole completely at bay.

Meanwhile, Pearl’s nose shook, overwhelming the snake’s senses. Her face was being overridden by her nose as it moved about like a raging bull. “Muihh-my nose won’t suihh...wants to sneeze so bauihh-bad!” Pearl said, her nose interjecting her thoughts with the pure instinct to sneeze.

All three nares were quivering, flaring, reddening. The unlikely duo were on the brink of a sneezy explosion.

The pink dolphin was the first to succumb, her head rearing back to shake the snake off of her. With her arms flailing, not sure which part of her body to rub, she pointed her rostrum at the clouds. “Guihhh-ehhhhhh! CHieeeeeew!” Amy doubled over, the force of her blowhole pushing her off the beach chair. “Hepppchishiiiiiii! Geuihsiii!” She sneezed again, snout level to the sandy ground.

Pearl was next in line, her nose planted firmly in the sand. Her long tail squirmed, trying it’s best to move her nose away from the tickly substance. “Hepekkkkshwww! Gehkkkksheeww! Ehihh *sniffle* oh no Chiewwww!” Pearl sneezed, her head popping out from the sand as the nares belonging to the defenseless serpent shook madly to rub itself. She couldn’t help but release one more good sneeze “Gehhhhhshkkkkkksheeewww!” The snake exploded.

As both the critters sneezed themselves silly, they turned their heads at each other, laughing weakly at the shared experience.
“Wow! *sniffle*...just wow!” The garden snake cried, her black and brown scales shivering of excitement. With her tail grabbing the plane ticket, Pearl slithered around the anthro who exchanged the ticket a hug, a thanks.

Pearl has been saving up for months on end, anxious at any temptations. Sometimes she thought of just throwing away her money on one, simple night. Time went on, and she was able to get a healthy flight to the most gorgeous place she could think of, the Bahamas.

In truth, it’s simply where her parents spent their summers in. It was a convenient place for a summer house too, with the location at the Bahamas being right on a beach. The limbless snake dreamt of the sights, the sounds, the smells, all of what awaited her down in the Bahamas as she slept on the plane ride over.

The female snake’s focus was fogged on her dash to get the perfect view, slithering speedily out of the plane and onto a personal ride. Her large eyes skimmed all the new sights that presented themselves, her mind getting more distracted as the hour long ride went on.

The driver lounged back, putting one hand on the wheel and the other on the side of his chair. Looking through the rear view mirror, he was met with a coy spring of a lady, her tail poking at the folds of the chair as a nervous tick.

The mammal said “Relax. It may not be Kansas, but it should be pretty nice.” He said with an accent, trying to be friendly.

Clearing her throat, Pearl said “I’m actually from Colorado” She wiped her eyes with her tail, taking a deep breath to finish the conversation. “And my parents...are suppose, tohaveaniceplacehere.” She blurted, her thin body boiling from anxiety.

Confirming his suspicions, the driver simply nodded his head and let the introvert daydream for the remainder of the ride.

Arriving on the block she’d be staying at, she dove out of the car with her essentials coiled around her body like a vest. Pearl crossed the street cautiously, even having the whole block stop for her to let her get by as she slithered in between the painted lines methodically.

On the sidewalk now, she swung her head back and forth and finding a significantly smaller house next a much larger beach house. She grinned as she slithered casually, feeling one step of her relaxation finally coming to an end. Pearl didn’t take long to get the front door, not much taller than her own body when slunk down to the ground.

The snake’s wide pupils saw a tiny note right on the door handle. The message looked short, so she pressed her nostrils on the bottom of it and inhaled deeply, efficiently using her narrow lungs long enough to actually read it.

With her nares crumpling the bottom of the page, Pearl made out from the paper “Sorry we can’t stay, left town for italy. CIAO!” With two X’s and O’s at the end, signed by Mom and Dad.

Exhaling deeply with a loud “Aww”, Pearl opened the door gently, snatching the note on her way in. She turned around just as quickly and bonked the door close, pushing her nose up a muzzle sized light switch.

As her serpent head slithered back to see her living room, the reptilian girl was stunned. The place managed to look even prettier than the photos with the chandelier and furniture being beyond premium. Her curious eyes noticed the small slope that lead to a kitchen and bedroom.

Squealing like a schoolgirl, she darted across the wide hall and into the bedroom, one that was fitted with a thin, silk cover made for her to wrap herself inside. She saw another note on the wall and sniffed the bottom of it hard as well, her nose aimed poorly.

Pearl got an extra good look at her nose while it struggled to keep the paper plush against her nasal rims. This time, the note said “Left some supplies. Have fun at the beach!” With the same signature of kisses and hugs concluding it.

She blew the paper from her muzzle, poking her nose at a sealed coil of items. Her eyes glanced across it, seeing an umbrella left on its own. Since snakes needed coil cases to carry things on the go, it seemed out of place to be forced to carry this umbrella somehow.

Shrugging it off, the garden snake slithered into her sleeping coil, passing out from the spurt of energy she exerted. Besides, it was starting to get dark and she wasn’t the type to sleep past her bedtime.

In a blink of an eye, it was morning already. The sun blistered through the tiny window as birds on the beach chirped over a game of volleyball. Pearl nuzzled her face, mostly massaging her nose whilst she aimed for her eyes as the serpent slithered out of the silk coil.

Peaking at the decorative clock chiming on the wall, her ears were pierced as the time piece played a loud note, telling the lizard it was noon already. This snake spent a day just getting here, she would not let herself sleep in the next. She had a whole week to relax, not sleep off!

Sniffing and smacking her lips, she forced her body awake faster. Slithering inside the beach coil and grabbing the umbrella with her tail, her body moving equivalent to an anthro moving while on tippy toes.

Pearl took the back door and froze at the height of the sand, feeling like she was stuck behind five feet of wet snow in her path. The snake carefully moved her head to the surface of the sand, moving around to feel if she could slither easily across. She then booped her muzzle in the sand to feel the density, triggering a pathetic snort from her nostrils.

With a flex and wiggle of her wide, wide septum, the snake lady slithered the rest of herself on the edge of the beach. She felt fine until the tip of her tail dug into the sand with the umbrella, which weighed her down. The sun’s reflection off the sand looked painful, encouraging the reptile to bring along the umbrella.

Tossing the umbrella well in front of her nose, Pearl moved up to push the umbrella that dipped into the sand, bringing the tool to the surface. With the crash of the umbrella covering it with sand, the pink sun shield was littered with grains of sand that appeared much larger for a snake, which saw the specks as hail sized chunks of material.

Hesitantly, Pearl nudged her face towards the handle of the umbrella, her nose clinging onto the handle and pushing the rest of the device up to level ground. It had some weight to it, so her breathing became just that much heavier to boot.

As she pushed the pink parasol, her nose sucked in the loose grains of sand like a vacuum. Her nostrils started vibrating like a hoover, teasing her sinuses of an annoying itch.

“Plehih-please don’t be a sneihh!” She sniffed, her nose’s grip on the umbrella shaking from the sniffle, giving the snake quite the challenge for her. Pearl scrunched her muzzle at the nuisance of an itch, again losing grip on the umbrella as it threatened to move away from her nose.

Moving her head up vertically, she flinched her nostrils one last time and wiggled her large muzzle before pushing the umbrella once again, making sure to keep her muzzle as straight as possible.

Every inch she moved irritated her large muzzle bit by bit, with no hands to help her either. She grew up in suburb, safe from any major allergens and irritants. Snakes naturally have to learn to work around their noses and how low they need to hang, with dust getting to the slim serpents the fastest of any animal.

Pearl’s head trudged onwards, being bound to sniff up more sand as the handle shifted and pricked more sand from the smooth surface. She was almost at shore, she could, she could smell it! The fresh scent of the ocean lulled her for a mere moment, even giving her sinuses a break.

A moment passed, and her senses came crashing down on the slithering snake. Before her nose would stop her mind’s perception of time itself, she nudged the umbrella open and slithered on top it, curling up and shaking the tip of her tail. Then, her muzzle came back to reality.

With the ocean widening her nostrils, the itch exponentially grew, becoming the dreaded sneezy feeling she hoped to avoid. Pearl’s iris expanded, her eyes already doomed to see her nose all the time focuses more on the end of her sniffer. With her vision clear to her dark muzzle, a ridge appeared.

Her normally smooth muzzle grew scrunchy ridges, blocking her vision further. Her nose was being sure she would give it her complete, undivided attention. Where she sat made her prone to falling off easily, so she gave a precautious sniff, taking in her surroundings from but a scent of the air.

“CUih-come on, dumb nose. Can I at least take a snihhh! *sniffle* sniff? *sniffffle*” her nose would only allow a sniffle, blinding the snake of who and what was around her. Pearl felt content with her circumstance so long as it didn’t get worse, but she dared not to swear that out loud to jinx herself.

Angling her tail, she moved the end of her body awkwardly to the front of her nose, slowly hugging both ends of it. Since she sneezes so little, Pearl tends to feel like a teen discovering new parts of herself every time she fights an itch this way. Due to her biology, it simply is not natural for her to get like this.

“Go on tihh-tail. Do your thihh-thing *sniff sniffle*” She hitched, her nose looking like a rumbling stomach as it shivered to the naked eye. She nuzzled her own tail, using her face muscles as best she can to flex her nostrils around her tail to rub them itchless.

A large snort escaped the snake, daring to push the lizard off the light umbrella. Sniffing hard to realign the umbrella steady tickled her nose further, worrying the snake. Pearl sniffled “Whihh-why is my nose so biehhh!...behihh*sniff sniff* big sometimes?!” She hitched as she winced at sand piling in her nostrils.

Her eyes were now blurred beyond use, assuring Pearl’s dark vision and letting her lids shut. By instinct, her nose quivered and breathed more rapidly, as she was used to sniffing more with shut eyes. Wiggling her flimsy tail against her far apart nostrils, she hitched more erratically. “Duih do tehihgha! That! Duihh-dumb nuihh...ahhh!”

With the tail doing a poor job fighting the itch, Pearl’s body spun the umbrella. She freaked out, slithering around the top until it stopped again, having her tail be in front of her nose. The snake knew what made her more ticklish the first time, and with the itch just as freaked out as she got, Peal used the spare moments to straighten her tail tip as much as she could.

Taking a deep sniff of confidence, Pearl nudged her head forward to combat the itch once again. Instead of the end of her body acting like a scaly feather, it was more like a pole. The serpent was intrigued by the option to choose a nostril to satisfy and started on her dominant nostril, the right one.

Flicking her head left and right, the quivering right cavern was stretched and pulled, being surprised at the counterplay the snake managed to pull off. Pearl even bent her tail to wiggle against the inner rims, itching the flesh that has been long neglected due to her species.

Angling her nose to penetrate the left nostril, she did the same song and dance. Her tail jabbing at the outer rims and exiting them with a smooth rub, turning itself enough to scrape multiple inner and outer rims like a violin having a string pulled.

For the first time in her life, Pearl truly did end a sneeze by not sneezing. It felt almost too good to be true as she sniffed the air hard, feeling good for just a moment. For one moment, she felt she could do anything.

With that sniff, she sensed all sorts of anthros spectating the scene she was causing. Not too many due to her size, but enough to really get to her. Pearl froze up, rolling back with her nostrils widened and her muzzle deep in the sand.

“Duihh-don’t do ithihhh!” The serpent was devastated. Her muffled cries were only heard with her own eardrums. The sound of her voice hitched amplified the defeat she had felt.

“Nuihh-nonono *cough* Heihhh...chikkeeww!” Pearl recoiled, moving up from the sand a bit. Her nose ready to blast another sneeze in vengeance.

“No muihh-muhhhh...hiskkkewww!” She sprayed the already wet sand, her eyes reaching the surface. She blinked hard, seeing some sort of marine anthro look shocked that a snake like her would come to shore at all.

“Plehihh...plehihh...please!..gehkkkeww!” Pearl doubled over, feeling like she was soared with the sneeze. Her body felt weightless, but she didn’t know why.

Opening her eyes back up, a cheerful voice greeted her.

“Yes you may sneeze.” The dolphin smiled, gently holding the non-anthro snake.

“Oh...oh god! I’m sososo sorry! -bless me! Hehe!” Pearl sniffled awkwardly, not sure how to thank this tourist...
A Slithering, Sneezy Time[F+Non-Anthro+Anthro]Pt1
One day, a snake decided to take a nice vacation. While at the bahamas, she finds out how troublesome simple things can really be.
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“Morning, Edelgard. Are you feeling any better?” Byleth asked his student, pouring some tea for the dreary eyed lady.

“Oh, yeah.” Edelgard laughed, rubbing one of her eyes with a fist.

The sun conveniently set on the table the two were soon to be sitting at. Edelgard crossed her legs and leaned on a marble pole, bending down on one ankle as she stretched her arms up and yawned.

“I don’t think I’m worried about my training anymore, Sir.” She mentioned, cracking a smile through her drowsy exhale.

Pouring tea into two modest cups, Byleth asked “You still set on being so proper? I’m sure you’d be better off being...vulnerable.” The dark green haired professor laughed, pouring a bit more tea in Edelgard’s cup out of pity.

Edelgard scoffed, tightening her robe’s sleeves as she broke a minor sweat. “You know something like that doesn’t just happen.” She stormed forward, sitting in the chair.

“Oh right, your temper set you off. Got it.” Byleth added, gracefully making his way to the fairly lit table.

Snatching a cup from the teacher, she pulled the drink briskly to her side of the table. A splash of hot liquid tainted her rope. She held in her anger with a slow breath in as she faced the ceiling, exhaling sharply.

“Edelgard, I’d be happy to remind you of the placebo sunlight can have on certain facial features.” He winked, hoping to fuel the lady’s anger for fun.

Swinging her head down briskly, the albino student looked right into Byleth’s eyes. Her face looked pouted for a moment, before she exhaled softly as to not tire herself out. “Did you think that up overnight?” She asked in a monotone voice, staring blankly at her tea.

Wanting his student to be the one talking to feel more at ease, Byleth said. “Speaking of which, have you been recollecting of yesterday’s...incident?” He phrased with intrigue.

Edelgard’s face tensed, trying to move forward from just the emotion she felt from last night. Her eyelids lowered as she pondered how she were to phrase her point of view. “Well, I remember how it started...I think.” She said with uncertainty.

Kicking his feet back in anticipation of a ramble, Byleth said “Really? Because I remember that you were the one who approached me. Was it not that important?” the professor added, feeling very nosey.

Snapping back, Edelgard yelled. “It was VERY important.” Upon thinking of the subject, she drooped her shoulders and hung her head closer to the table’s surface. She held her hand out for a napkin and received one just as quickly as she gestured. “It was kinda big confidence thing, ya know?”

Twirling some sugar in his tea, Byleth nodded “I guess you’re right, I mean, come on, you’re a great leader!” He smiled with a sip of his tea.

Edelgard sat up in her chair, dipping a finger into the cup before shaking it from the heat and putting that finger in her mouth, satisfied with how the substance tasted. She replied “Yeah, but it kinda doesn’t help you were treating me like a kid over...ya know.” She said as she avoided mentioning a certain topic confidently.

Blowing on his tea, Byleth saw Edelgard rubbing her hands together anxiously. His cheeks brightened as he said “It’s not like sneezing is this forbidden thing...ya know.” Byleth mocked at the end.

Biting her lip for a moment, Edelgard moved her chair forward, sitting on the edge of her seat. Holding both her hands out, she began talking with conviction and her hands. “Listen, my sneezes sound awful, okay? I don’t need this inside joke of yours to embarass me for weeks on end.”

Byleth giggled and leaned forward. “Is a kitty sneeze really THAT embarrassing? That’s pretty cute, actually.” He ended with a boop.

Edelgard crossed her eyes when she got booped, rubbing the tip of her nose and snorted in denial. “No they don’t, they-they’re more like horns or something.” Her face was more conscious about it actually having a nose, noticing the tip of it, feeling like a pert ballon. This made the red-dressed lady’s face match her outfit.

Crossing her arms, she reluctantly glanced at Byleth and said. “I’m sure this is what happened, you flirt.”

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“Edelgard, listen. I’m certain you are the most confident soldier I’ve ever seen.” Byleth assured Edelgard, kneeling by her side and patting her back.

Tears were drowning her eyes, her teacher’s words were soothing, but after a wipe of her eyelids, she looked as though she couldn’t contain her sorrow for long.

Byleth clenched a fist, determined to raise the spirit of this exceptional student. Closing his eyes, he embraced the defeated lady with a firm hug, giving her room to hug back if need be. “I’ll even carry you every step of the way, no matter how hard it will be.”

The white-haired woman opened her eyes hesitantly, still feeling her tears ducts at work. After a few blinks, her eyes were fully exposed to the sunlight waving over her face. She felt arches prop up along the side of her nostrils, conflicting the lady’s mind with another insecurity. “Byihh-byleth, muihh…” She hitched, sounding a bit stuffy as her sinuses convinced themselves she truly did need to let out a sneeze.

Blinking profusely, the dark dressed professor lessened his grip on the now sneezy student, backing away at the revelation. He looked up at a counter in the corner of the room and darted to grab a handkerchief. “My dear, this should do. I insist.” Byleth offered, allowing himself one more chance to help this supposed helpless cause.

Only a moment has passed, and Edelgard’s nose was defying her will. It began scrunching fiercely at the bridge, her nostrils shivering and flaring in and out from her modest septum. The victim was baffled at how her own body would betray her like this so easily, given that she had other affairs to worry about. “Gehih!” She hitched in denial, her head rearing down to avoid any more sunlight.

He identified how keen her nose was on sneezing. Byleth looked as though he came prepared for this particular occurance and sprinkled some pepper on the tissue. He then waited silently, waiting for her to beg for assistance. “I’m sure it isn’t too severe.” He bargained.

“Uihhh!” She hitched loudly, her face scrunched and wrinkled from her body’s simple request. It was getting past the point of a stubborn itch, she had to at least hold it off. Her hand lifted and from it, a knuckle from her pointer finger pressed firmly under both her nostrils, daring to crush the bone separating the two quivering caverns.

Byleth quietly chuckled, seeing how the desperation unravel outwardly. He lounged in his spot, sprinkling a few more drops of pepper on the tissue, being more and more certain she’ll come by his side. “I guess I’m wrong.” He smiled.

“Uihh-of course. Ih-I mean, look at me?” She asked her teacher, feeling her reddening nares try to escape her mere knuckle. She wasn’t a prime strategist, but her improv skills felt very appropriate now.

Crossing her eyes, she could see just how devilish her nares were moving, trying to escape the binding they had with the rest of her nose. The bulb at the tip of her sniffer quivered slightly, but was ignored up till she looked at it herself. She shifted her finger, pressing the side of it against the tip of her nose.

Edelgard cringed at how submissive her nose was to touch as it bent and squished to her will. She felt her right nostril tighten as she rubbed left, the bulb at the end of her nose protruding the same way, her finger and nose went opposite henceforth, letting the woman get used to how her nose reacted.

Byleth cocked his head to the side as he observed Edelgard fight her nose in a ridiculous manner. He chuckled at a joke he made up on the fly, saying. “When it comes to a sneeze, the nose knows.” he cringed, still holding the deceptive hanky.

“Uih-why yeihhhh!” Edelgard failed to respond, her sinuses sending a massive tickle down the bridge of her nose and back to her nostrils. She grunted, frustrated with her own body’s failure to stay strong. Her coyness grew exponentially when she realized that it was her nose being the primary weakness, her nose, something so insignificant.

Furious with her own shortcomings, she rid herself of any subtly she thought she had beforehand and rearranged her hand’s posture. Striking her fingers and thumb straight, she pressed the palm of her hand flat against the faintly bulbous tip and began sliding her hand up and down the tip, pushing downwards to spread her care to her nostrils.

Byleth was more attentive, noticing how much charm Edelgard was sacrificing just to tame a mere itch of the nares. Turning his body around Edelgard’s, couldn’t help but notice the nares of the lady bend and arch in between the moments she had flattened her sniffer like a pig and drooped her nose like a bird’s beak.

He asked the student again if she needed help. “Would you?” Byleth said, offering the handkerchief once more.

Edelgard was certain she could beat her own nasal organ at a sneeze, to which she held a finger up so that Byleth could wait on her for one more moment. She turned her hand to have the fingertips face sideways, contorting her nose in a circle. Every moment, she could feel the tip indent and shift around, her nostrils being much sturdier but faltering just as badly.

After her nose suffered enough awkward shifts and sniffles, she caved in “Pluihh *sniffle* please, pluih-place it on my nuihh *snort* nose!”

Smirking, Byleth said “If you insist” with a sinister grin, pressing the checkered fabric on the girl’s needy nose.

Edelgard crossed her eyes to update her perception of her appearance, seeing a silky tissue glue itself to her nose. The red and black clad student grasped the handkerchief and stuck some of the tissue against her nostrils, suffocating them enough to slow the rebellious itch from growing.

Ready to sneeze soundly, Edelgard took a deep breath in. Her eyes popped, feeling spicy grains get sucked onto the inner walls of her nares. The sneezy warrior squeezed her nose in a knee jerk reaction. “Whih...what the heihhh! Hell! *snifffle* Ehh!” She hitched pathetically, her voice cracking with the itch winning out control of the strong individual.

Her eyes hovered back up to the skylight, the itch amplifying as if on cue. In her last moments, her nose flexed its nostrils fiercely as they clenched onto bits of fresh air it could find. The tip of her nose bracing the scrunching and flaring, with the bulb on the end wiggling, still appearing smooth. Edelgard’s hand swung away from her face, both arms aimed at the ground.

“Geihh...nuihh...no! Duih-don’t sneeze...don’t sneuh-Chiewww! Gahchiewww! Husheww!” She sneezed three times, leaving just a meager tickle to be countlessly sniffled at in the end…

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“You were so immature as well!” Edelgard finished, ending her side of the story.

Byleth, baffled by his student’s warped sense of reality, said “First of all, I don’t go around making people sneeze.”

Taking his finger, Byleth continued. “Secondly, that small little sniffer you got could hardly scare a fly.” Once again, finishing off with a boop of her nose.

“Okay dad, tell me what happened.” Edelgard pouted, rolling her eyes.

Getting extra comfy to tell his definitive story, Byleth said “Okay, ma’am.” he chuckled.

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“Just listen to your team for once and maybe you’ll do fine.” Byleth compromised, attempting to give his pupil advice.

Edelgard, frustrated with her teacher’s insistence said “But I know what the best course of action is. They should just follow me.” She exhaled, looking up at the skylight, continuing to be stubborn.

After a firm inhale, Byleth said. “Okay, I’ll admit, you are the best leader I know, but that doesn’t mean you sh-Edelgard?” He finished with a puzzling painted on his face.

As she aimlessly watching the sky, her eyes scanned over an exceptionally bright light. With her eyes eased into the light, her nose was scrunched against it’s will, submitting to the phonetic reaction her mind was prone to creating. “Oh guhh-chieeee!” Edelgard squeaked quick sneeze, her hands fanning her nose as another itch began to build up.

Byleth saw the small sneeze, and could tell more were on their way. Grabbing a tissue, he approached the sneezy Edelgard. “Are you well?” He asked bluntly, holding a tissue in the other hand as he waited for her turn his way.

“Snifle snfle snfle, heh-chiiiii!” Her nose screamed again, sounding like a chipmunk chattering. She placed a finger under her nose lightly, still having the sneeze spell take most of her strength away.

The dark dressed professor was getting worried by the second. He didn’t wanna force his care onto her, yet, she was easily losing the battle to mere skylight. He stood by patiently “Just let me know if you need a tissue.”  Byleth said.

Edelgard’s hand hovered away from her nose in the moments between her tiny bursts of air. The lady’s nostrils arched just a tad, being different enough to startle her. She cupped her hands over her nose and repeated “Heihh...ehchiiii! Hehchiiii!” She doubled over, hair getting in front of her face.

Before she could acknowledge her teacher, some strands of hair snuck in between her fingers. She wiggled and wiggled her nose, hoping to move the hair off of her nose. She failed to consider how the bulbous tip of her precious nose could influence how sneezy she could become. With the malleable tip scrunching left and right with her nostrils as Edelgard flexed and contorted her nose as well as she could, the hairs that landed on the plush tip of her nose shivered, sending a tiny shockwave through her fair sniffer.

Obeying her nose’s will, her hands moved away from the sides of her quivering sniffer. With just a flare and twitch of her nose, another mini fit took place. “Nono nuih-no agaichhiiiiiii! Guih...heh...oh nihchiiii! Guhshkkkk!” She stifled, crying from the insistence that her nose brought.

“Oh Edelgard, please don’t hold them in. It’ll hurt your poor nose.” Byleth said in pity, giving the sneezy student being overwhelmed by her pert nose. He pressed the tissue against her nose, letting her finish her adorable blows.

Crossing her eyes, the constant wiggle of her nose taunted her. She leaned back and sneezed once more “Guhschieeee!” She squeaked, hearing the sound muffled by a soft tissue.

The violet eyed lady felt her nostrils twitch strangely, as if they were getting comfy in the covers of the tissue. After the nose settled in, the sinuses gave out the final attack and tortured the poor girl one last time. “Guehshiiii! Ehihh-gehhh...chiiiii! Hehieeee! *sniffffle* Nuihh-not agaihsshiiiii! *sniffle*...ah, thanks!” She sniffled after her now red nose showed mercy.

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“And I swear, you looked so silly when you sneezed. You were like “achii!” “ Byleth demonstrated, cupping his hands over his nose similar to how Edelgard sneezed earlier.

The mocked student turned her nose up at her teacher, her eyes facing sunlight again, triggering another sneeze. “No I duih-don’t...huhchiii!” She paused, eyes widening before sneezing into her hands just as Byleth showed.

Tensing her hands, she faced the professor again, screaming at him for a moment “Just because your right doesn’t mean you have to shove it in my face.”

Considering the angery Edelgard adorable, he smiled “Well, maybe I am a flirt. Because you do have such a cute nose. Even when it’s all scrunched up like that, you look cute~!” He said with a blush.

Edelgard gasped, crossing her eyes to see that in her fit of anger, her nose was indeed scrunched. Covering her nose, she blushed back “Since when were you a teacher?!” She said, feeling a bit flattered whilst her emotions still steamed on the surface.

Across the hallway, another student says from the distance “Hey guys, we made some pancakes. Wanna try some? They’re delicious!”

Both Byleth and Edelgard became wide-eyed, blushing from the intrusion. They both sat semi-formally and said “We’ll be right there.” At the same time, looking into each other’s eyes warmly.
Minor Miscalculation [F+Fire Emblem Three Houses]
It's morning, and both Byleth and Edelgard wake up to recollect a very interesting incident.
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“Hmm...oh!...” The young woman awed to herself, browsing Twitter as she saw some impressive art. Her thumb scrolled the page down more, her eyes zeroing on a particular post of a sunset.

Feeling inspired by the painting, she clicked on her profile to see how active she has been. Her Twitter handle “Diane2001” right next to a picture of a deadpan girl. Her eyes looked just below that to see her most “recent” post.

“Oh gosh! Three months?!” she exclaimed at her phone before covering her lips to catch how loud she was. She looked around cautiously to check if her family might’ve heard and went right back posting.

The assured lack of activity from her end pushed her to lean forward in her bed to open the drapes of her window.

Diane had her camera face the window, and within moments, the app opened. Her eyes widened at the pitch black sky. Her mouth agap and head racing, she quickly opened her reminders to see what she put ignored.

Right as she opened the app, she threw her phone at her pillow and dove for her bookbag, scrummaging through it for her school binders.

“Oh frickfrickfrickfrickfrick…” She panicked to herself while quickly weighing the options of what to finish and what to possibly get done tomorrow morning. A glance at her book told her to just use cliff notes, so she had two options left.

It was down to social studies or math class, both were personally difficult for the pokemon. Both of them appeared short as they were one sheet each. Taking a deep breath, she hesitantly took out her wrinkled homework.

Now that she was face-to-face with her demons, she examined how they were to be conquered. The first math sheet looked innocent at first, but the third problem reminded her how confusing this lesson had been for her wandering mind.

“Come on, Di, social studies is just easy, just easy, just easy…” She told to herself calmly before reading the single question on the homework paper.

With her green eyes locked on the ink, she read “write a 3-5 paragraph prompt on the excerpt from page 247 “...” She lowered the paper, a confused look in her eye formed as her maw parted just as confused and shocked.

“...Nope!” She exclaimed, making a special place for the essay homework to the side on her desk.

Feeling more alert and aware, Diane noticed just how dim the moonlight was in her bedroom. Miffed by this, the modestly built student turned on her lamp to make her nightmare clearer to witness.

While grabbing a utensil, she heard a smack at her window sill. Brushing her brown hair, stared curiously at the window, seeing a paper airplane outside. The clock said 10:30 PM, so Diane went back to deciphering her problem.

A louder clink was heard, influencing Diane to put her pencil down and to open the window, grabbing the airplane.

Reading it to herself, Diane said “Hold still. Don’t ask. Seriously.” Suddenly, a tiny ache sneaked onto her head.

She winced, pinching her forehead to find a weird looking pebble. The lady assumed it was all a stupid prank and leaned out the window to find the culprit. She found no one, cueing her to crumple up the note and throw it out the window.

Diane grumbled feeling herself quite literally working up a sweat over nothing, and questionably fast too.

She waved her hands near her face, her armpits uncomfortably moist. Her hand reached a switch to turn on the fan, and another reached lower to put on the dusty AC. Even for March weather, this was borderline unbearable.

Replacing her shirt with a white, sleeveless one, the high schooler went back to her desk in hopes to get some homework done before morning.

Her back rested on the plastic, roller chair. Still feeling sweat go down her back, she rubbed it a bit. “What the hell. Are there bugs on my back or something?” She scratched her back, feeling her nails effortlessly dig around her spine.

Her eyes widened, feeling some lush patches of hair form up against her skin. “Guh! Is this what my dad feels like?!” She complains, being disgusted by the vast amount of hair cropping up.

She reread the prompt, seeing that she needed her book to actually find out a decent answer. She backed her chair silently and kneeled down, tripping over thin air. She bit her lip and grunted.

“Puehh! Hu-how did I get this bruise, it’s all over my leg!” She pointed out, feeling her leg now covered with a material that was beyond foreign to her, the entire shape thinned out. She licked her lips, feeling a sort of mustache grow as she kept her scream in.

After searching her dresser for the book she needed, she stood back up. Diane felt some subtle nostalgia sweep across her, feeling like she was a little kid from how big the room felt. She shrugged it off, assuming it was just her getting a bit loopy from the hours that were inevitably going to pass by doing a simple assignment.

She brushed her dusty side from the neglected book and felt her eyes water. Blinking hard, she glanced to her side to see some fur sitting around.

“Was that from that stray we found eariler?” She said while rubbing her nose. The smelling organ felt strangely wet, which Diane assumed was from how badly the fur was getting to her sinuses.

With a sniffle and snort, the confused high school senior carried on. Her height required her to heighten the chair briefly, ticking off the night owl.

“Finally, gosh…” She exhaled sharply, getting impatient with her own mistakes. Diane once again read the prompt, but opened her newly found book this time. A burst of dust smacked her face, making her cough and as well as amplifying all of her symptoms.

She read the prompt for the first time for context, kinda enjoying what she was absorbing from the piece. Her eyes would briefly view the homework so she could see what she needed to look out for.

Right when she felt she zoned out, her arms quickly pushed her and the chair back to give her a breather. With her eyes closed, she could certainly feel how awkward she was sitting, feeling some part of her butt being squished against the back of the seat. She got up briefly, letting whatever it was stop pinching her.

Diane went back to breathing, now focusing on the page and the book on her desk. She pondered about how to keep herself from getting bored. In her thoughts, a clack kept invading her peace. She then grabbed the thing behind her that was banging on her chair, unaware that it was part of a large tail she grew.

Going back to the text, her mind was still a bit split, only because of the ruthless combination of the allergies and dust. She pursed her lips to think, and pushed both the paper and the book aside, minimizing the effect the dust would have on her.

Effortlessly grabbing the math homework, she went to her phone and brought it back to her lit desk. The top right of a math assignment typically states where the problems were printed from, perfect for Diane’s pirating.

A few pages down from her Google search found some answers in print, conveniently, with work done for them too. All that was left was for her to copy and hope the teacher wouldn’t notice, as she was saving this get out of jail free card cheat for a serious matter.

The fur was being a real jerk, if she had to say anything on the subject. The fur was becoming pungent by the second, her nostrils flexing in worry. She was blinking profusely, her efforts only met with fuzzier and fuzzier vision.

Diane figured she could just vacuum after her math homework and be done with it all, having the fine excuse of allergies on her side for waking anyone up. With a sniffle, she tapped her phone to keep the screen awake as a hand came over to rub her eyes.

Her eyes observed the first question, baffled at the order of everything. She plagiarized even the position of the numbers, just to seem like she knew what was going on.

“Gehihh...good griiihh...allergies.” She sniffled and hitched, the tip of her nose feeling numb with her face and eyes feeling weightless. She tried to laugh it off, but her lips felt like duct tape sealed them shut for a moment.

“Geuihh-god!” She exclaimed, finally feeling her hairy lips be released. Her eyes felt better for a moment, letting her see more at once, as if they grew larger, before getting foggy from her allergies yet again.

She used her wrist to rub her large eyes, wiping her side to dry it off. Diane looked at the first problem again, seeing some white and yellow hairs appear on her desk. Her hand was pale too, genuinely scaring her.

She looked down, seeing piles of yellow and white fur surround her as if she just got finished with the barber. Her heart was racing, but she was still in disbelief of the fantastical, even while getting a glimpse of a yellow trim protrude from her side.

“Dog hair...rhihh…right.” She hitched again, the tickle in her nose coming back with a vengeance.


“Gehih...shkkkk!” She quickly stifled into her sleeveless shirt, which was much larger than she thought. Things were adding up way too well for Diane’s liking. The scared girl throwing the shirt behind her as she anxiously worked on her homework more.

Her hands shivered with every line and curve, and her nose quivered twofold. “Uihh...duihh-cuihhh...come on!” She whined, hoping to even finish one problem.

Her head leaned back, but with pure willpower, she sniffled sharply. Her head lowered in curiosity, the tickle in her nose waning back to let the woman explore a bit. She scrunched her nose and felt a slender log crinkle inwards like a water bottle. She sniffed lightly, the tip of her nose arching down as two long nostrils expand gracefully. She sniffed more deeply, telling herself  “I’ve just been up too long.” and tried to do her work once more.

Using some chicken scratch to breeze through the rest of the problem, she smirked lightly and patted herself on the back. There was only a few more problems left.

With how fast her pencil was moving, the student finally acknowledged that her arm was covered in fur. She blinked slowly, with every open of her lids revealing her hands to be changing more and more till they were three digit paws.

“Oh my guihh...god!” She hitched, methodically looking down and at the rest of her body. Her eyes were wide and she was in a silent shock, lips unsealed.

This frozen moment in time for Diane had no effect on her nose, which by the time Diane wanted to freak out, reminded the morphed lady who was the boss.

“Heihh...whihh-why a dog-thihh...thing?” She asked herself, shoving what was now the bottom of her muzzle repeatedly, trying to reach her nose.

Diane wrapped her hands around this muzzle and started at the base, moving her way down as her eyes followed the center of the uneven surface. Every inch her hands moved, she groaned at how embarrassing it was. Not only was she some canine person, a twisted, ironic fate for her, but she has the long noses they are known for. There was no way she would be able to not look at such a stupid, dumb thing with how her face was now.

Her hands were now at least half a feet away from her eyes, infuriating the doomed canine. “Rehihhh!” She hitches again, squeezing the pert nose with a brief squeeze to tame the sensitive thing.

“Ruih-right, duih-dogs are good at smelling...grahhh!” She yells making a fist with one of her paws, the irony adding up as the canine allergic fox has her eyes glued to a powerful sniffer attached to itself.

“Ihih...it won’t suih...stop itching.” She grumbled, contorting her paws to scrub her nose a certain way before giving up and using the flat of it to toy with the pointy contour of her red-rimmed romancer.

The shape felt so odd, it was nothing like a normal dog’s nose, which were flat as her palm from a glance. Her eyes were crossed, seeing the tip wiggle as she pushed it up and brush her lips when pushing down. She still couldn’t get over the fact she was a dumb animal.

She stood out of her chair in outrage, but she stepped back for a moment. She stood up...as an animal. Grabbing her phone, she went to unlock it again to find her paws weren’t interacting with the screen.

Crossing her eyes in shame, she saw the one organ that was capable of using a smartphone. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I kinda wish I got the flip-phone.” She said, pouting and rubbing her wet, shivering nose to be less itchy and damp as opposed to moist, planting the wiggling sniffer on the screen.

Her password her address number, 9145. She gulped, aiming her nose to change the keyboard from letters to numbers.

She hit A, rolling her eyes as she looked directly down her muzzle, focusing on the tip of her nose.

She moved her head to the backspace, now seeing her canine nose sniff as the arches of her nostrils appear briefly with every autonomous sniff it produced. It was intriguing to say the least, but with the tip of the red sniffer shifting to whatever nostril was most curious, this simple task was borderline impossible.

“Hihhahh! *Sniff sniff*” She hitched and sniffed, seeing if exciting her nose’s anxiety to the allergy would make it shake more predictably.

She focused her vision down her muzzle again, seeing no progress being made. She had to hurry though, or she couldn’t even say what she was herself.

The screen went dark, revealing a closeup of her red nose, the whole thing still shivering along with the snout of it dancing along. She saw what looked like, confirming she became something that was legitimately not real.

“I swhih-swear I look like a vuihh-video game charahhh!” Her voice shook, struggling to get a sentence out. She smushed her nose on the screen, turning it back on.

Wincing a bit, she sniffled and slowly moved her nose across the screen. Thankfully, her nose was generous enough to not leave her phone as wet as her sniffer. She continued by entering 914.

“Uihh-almost thihh...gehh!” She growled, scrubbing her nose up against the screen again, a distinct squeaking noise coming from her nose.

Diane looked at the asterisks for the password, seeing 20 digits appear. She looked at her nose in disgust as she perceived it as dumber by the minute.

She sniffed hard, booping the delete button 50 times, her pupils fixated on her nose as she furrowed her brows every time the tip of her sniffer shifted to the M key so much she started remembering she had a dumb muzzle now.

Right as she pulled her needy scent receptor away, the danged tip of it tapped the enter key with her phone responding with a message saying “ One attempt left”.

Diane panicked, prepping her nose for another attempt to be sure not to screw up. “Snifff sniff sniffffle What happened to the other attempt?!” She asked sorrowfully, rubbing the end of her paw against the arching nostrils, aiming her right paw at the right nostril to test the waters.

With her paw inching closer, the nostril sniffed and quivered, fearing the large, fat appendage from smothering it’s freedom. The slender, skinny cave expanded in an attempt to overwhelm the paw finger and to shoo it away from it’s sniffling duty.

The paw reached the nostril, shimmying the inside of the nose hole and getting some fur stuck along the rim and inner walls of it, transferring some of the fur to the other nostril as long as the victim played along.

“*sniffffle* Thih-this dumb thing! *Sniff sniff*” The nostril won, sending the hair down the muzzle and back to the other nostril, triggering a reaction from it too.

“Rahihhh! Stuih-stop it!” She murmured, using her other paw to accidently torture her nose further. She sniffled and snorted squeakily and high-pitched, sounding almost like a whistle.

“Hihhh! Gehihhehhhh!” She hitched again, sniffing hard and moving her paws away from her face. She sniffed twice with her paws, and twice without. She remembered back to only a few minutes ago and smirked, looking at her nose sinisterly.

Using an open paw, she nearly crushed her nose before slushing the tip of the wild sniffer in brisk, speedy circles. Her nostrils being lulled by the dominance as the red nose changed to a more solid red than before, but hardly any different from it’s stark contrast to her yellow muzzle.

The tip tamed itself, feeling bad for the newly born vixen and let her go about making more interesting discoveries.

With a proud sniff, Diane pushed her luck with a rub of her nose with her furry arm, turning her phone screen on to unlock her phone finally. The fox looked down the sights of her muzzle, seeing an obedient nose that was nearly straight as an arrow. She booped her screen with a blush and swayed her muzzle around to unlock her browser.

Aiming her red nose at the URL, her nose twitched, teasing her. She leaned back to let her nose do it’s thing, then proceeded to google “Bipedal Yellow Fox”.

“Hmm...not it...not it...o-oh!” She glanced, booping an image of a fox that had a face a lot like her own new one. It had red eyes, large ears with red fluff protruding it, and a skinny muzzle with a pointy, red nose.

The nose especially caught her eye, besides the rest of the design that made her pat the strange twig on her tail. “Oh, your definitely pointy, you jerk...nose. Yeah, jerk nose.” She insulted the thoughtless organ, hoping to call it something more common.

She booped the pointy sniffer on the link and read up about the supposed pokemon she became. The details seemed interesting, it’s called a braixen, short, fire type, has vixen features, neat twig. Diane paused, looking rereading some of the details.

“Fire type...so...dragons, they can sneihh...sneeze fire...hmm...oh!” She thought through, hoping that she didn’t have a dangerous nose as well.

Almost as if the nose was waiting for the braixen to read out it’s wild card, the allergens kicked in like a shot of caffeine, unsettling the look of her nose and muzzle instantly.

“Rueihh...nuih-no!!” She screamed, being the victim of her own allergy of herself. She took a paw finger and pressed on the center of under her nose, right where her long and somewhat wide septum is. She indented it with claw and wiggled underneath, feeling her nose merely postpone her struggle. The vixen got greedy and applied more pressure, only to make her nose feel as if it was being cut by her claw.

“Geehihahh!” She winced and hitched, rubbing the palm of her paw against her nose with some added pressure from underneath. The large, red eyes of hers looked warm until she examined down her muzzle. The nose was forcing all the fur into the nostrils to a point where those long, thin caves widened and heightened themselves to nearly consume the top of her pointy organ.

“Nuihh-no. Thih-this is fuihhh!” She cried, sniffling and sniffling and sniffling, simply making the fur around her paw dampen and hug the inside of her nostrils.

“Cuihh-can’t sneeze...can’t snihh-sneh?” She worried before glancing at her homework. It would’ve been a real pain to do it herself, but what if…
Finally agreeing with her nose, she let go of it and sniffed the air harshly, making her nostrils curve and whistle. Her nose, however, wasn’t the dumb organ Diane thought it was and convinced the muzzle to by it some time.

“Sniff sniff sniff...snifffffff...Wha-are you telling me you wanna be stuck now?” She sniffled, her muzzle feeling bloated with a serious burn that could cook eggs.

She scrubbed her muzzle and nose, feeling the itch come back to life. “NEhih-now just do thih-the sneeze.” She commanded as her nose laughed with quivers.

“Buihh-But I gotta burn my hih-homework to have an exhihh!” She hitched, feeling crazy enough to believe talking to her nose would do anything.

Both the narrow, yellow log and the red cone agreed and gave her the reaction she wanted. Her sinuses knew she could very well burn the place down if she messed up, so it was fair game for them.

“Thih-thihh-thank guih!” She leaned her muzzle to the shallow ceiling, feeling bits of dust clog her muzzle, something her nose was furious about.

“Uihh-oh guihh!” She sniffed, speeding up the process. The red, flaring cone tried to reason with the muzzle, but it had suffered enough.

“Hiehh...REHHHH!” She screamed, her muzzle submitting to the urges as the nose twitched firmly, going down with the sinus ship.

“Reihhh...UCHSHIIIIIIIIIIE!” She squeaked loudly, sparking a tiny flame on the paper on the desk.

“Uihh-oh no...gehiiiii!” She sneezed again, but only felt the dust and tickle burn away. Diane squeezed the base of her muzzle, not used to the fiery heat that she sneezed up.

Rubbing her vixen nose, the braixen gave a final squeak from her prisoner sniffer. “Chiiii!”

Diane sighed, glad to have a minor victory after a series of interesting events. She turned to put her pencil away until the door to her room opened, seeing her little brother carrying around a 3DS.

“Woah! Mom, Dad! I found a pokemon, can we keep it!” The small boy said, rushing to awake his parents.

“Oh my god, Peter!” Diane ran to the boy, hoping to warn him about what happened before it was too late.

The mother came out of the room first, tired as ever. She rubbed her eyes and was shocked to see a strange animal behind her son.

Seeing her mother scream, Diane talked out loud “Calm down!”

The little brother turned around, confused “Wait, you talk?” he asked.

Taking a long breath, Diane got comfy in her stance as she began “Listen...It’s a long story, but you gotta listen…”
The marble floor glistened from the street lights, the material boasting its perfections outwardly. Cars passed by with every headlight sweeping a particular room. One vehicle let its doors open, echoing inside a sneaky vixen’s pointed ears.

The silver fox grinned, opening the vent and stepping silently onto the pristine floor. Another car whizzed by, threatening to already expose the sleek spy’s black physique. She hugged a statue and winced, the light barely grazing her black and silver fur.

“Damn.” She whispered quieter than the air she breathed. Her nerves being mettled by the constant fear of being spotted. Given what could’ve been a normal mission, this wouldn’t bother the young vixen.

This canine agent-for-hire was known by the spy world as “Judas Lancer” due to her sneaky but honorable approach to spywork. She was so sneaky, in fact, that most people didn’t even know her birth name. She would often be able to dispose of jobbers before they knew what hit them, doing the work of a militant team from the shadows. When it came to putting down masterminds, Judas was certain to leave a mark for anyone else who decided to be mischievous in any conceivable way.

Only with a few hiccups, everything was going according to plan. The dark-colored vixen snuck around the lights with gymnast qualities, arriving towards the next room effortlessly. With her tactical spandex hugging the marble archway, every inch the black canine moved rewarded her with a alluring twitch of her ears. She could her the yelps of the shoddy wolves securing the perimeter with no progress to be seen. Every neck strangled and snagged from the bodyguards allowed Judas to pat herself on the back mentally with all of the pieces going into place. All it would take is a petty monologue and some swift reflexes to take down this so proclaimed “villain”.

Those types of villains were the worst at their job and the best to see fall. They truly looked and sounded like they came out of a cheesy spy movie. Their monologues all too revealing, with just a handy recorder ensuring they serve a hefty jail time for just breathing their vulnerable masterplan. Judas loves to ramble back sometimes, having fun with the ridiculous situation the villain wishes that the vixen would fall trap into. The vixen likes to think of it as putting down someone who is wrong from the start in a pointless argument.

Feeling a bit cocky, the sneaky spy found a place to hide within the tall, glamorous room she entered. Judas found a pattern with these types of criminals and just knew this one would set up their goofy contraptions here. It would be too easy to simply stop them before they started, but who wants to stop a movie before the best part?

“This ‘Juudas’ thinks they know me, sticking their nose in my business. But I nose what she just might do.” The equally dark spider said to herself, holding red button much larger than her face behind her back, as if the antenna would be able to be concealed on top of the simple remote.

Judas was just about ready to pop out. She had a grin on her muzzle, her tail wagging in anticipation. Right when she was about to make her presence known, she felt some rope rub against one of her ankles. A sudden zip was heard, the rope tightening against the ankle. The silver fox gulped with little time to prepare herself.

“Oh, this is just so glorious, I finally won!” The spider chirped, hearing the lone spy yelp from the tension.

Every step the excited spider took made the grin on her partially concealed face wider and brighter. Seeing the the tied-up vixen made her smile.

“Looks like I found a sad little victim in my web.” She forcefully moped, pouting her lips with exaggeration to devalue the intelligent spy.

Getting ever so closer to the female fox, the multi-limbed, overgrown child had an odd fixation on her dark, wet nose. “Oh, this thing, this tiny little thing…” She smiled, wiggling the sensitive organ.

Turning her grin into a frown, she slapped the constantly sniffing, sensitive snout to the side. “I hate it! It’s completely unfair that everyone else has a nose but ME!”

Judas attempted to raise her hand to object, but conveniently felt one of her blades slip down to her hand. The vixen took her time, curious on how this silly criminal was going to take her vengeance on the existence of noses out of all things.

“No more! Me and my pathetic senses are tired of your ‘sniffers’ and how you use them up like its some stupid...thing!” The childish demeanor of the jumpy, jumping spider was quickly butting heads with the static vixen’s temper, but the spy was willing to be humoured. Judas never heard of a bad guy with a loathing for malleable noses.

“If you so much as boop me, I’ll be sure you also face assault charges.” The upside down vixen said with some confusion in her voice, still very perplexed by her target’s motivations.

The black spider exhaled sharply, pulling her pale pink coat from the stress she built up from but a single word. “Boop! That’s another thing. You fiends have the privilege to use such a wholesome fregging word...I’m just creepy, not even close to cute!” The unnamed spider yelled as she turned around to face the fox with the meanest look she could put on her face, but simply looked just as stupid as before.

Blinking her eyes as the last part, Judas seemed a bit tired. Maybe this anthro’s rants were not the most noteworthy. “I mean, you kinda do look the part. Wouldn’t kill ya to put on some eyeliner.” The vixen smirked, seeing the sneering look from the equally tired looking anthro in front of her.

With two of her arms clenched at her sides, the offended spider swooped down and showcased her oversized remote, pressing the red button. Out from behind the nameless creature rose a ginormous laser cannon with the iffy craftsmanship being obvious with the rust and large duct tape casing the machine.

Whilst the spider lady fiddled two of her hands together like the plotting maniac she was, Judas quietly slit the ropes apart from her body, flipping herself to land on her feet like a feline. Placing the blade back in one of her numerous pockets, the fox readied an arm behind the spider and was ready to knock her out. The canine looked up at the size of the machine and the sky that was now revealed with it.

“With this machine, this *beautiful machine*. I’ll be the one making fun of everyone and their dumb noses!” The maniacal spider cackled, eager to start it right away. It was so tempting to just fire away into the atmosphere, but something inside pushed back to give a tiny bit of background on the mysterious device.

“So you see, when I shoot this into the sky, the clouds are suppose the change the chemicals to create a unique vapour. That’ll mix with the air and…” The spider explained excitedly, getting girlish and cheery.

Chopping the spider’s shoulder at the last second,  Judas sighed in annoyance. Her patience was well past its limits and she just wanted to go home. She looked at the spider again, to see one of her many arms block the hit and another arm holding an odd blaster.

“Zip!” The spider chriped, zapping the vixen’s face with a puff of gas.

“Whihh-what was tha...are you suihh-serious?” Judas complained, quickly understanding what this criminal had in mind for a doomsday.

“Before you sneeze, remember this. I...am...Fevera!” She announced with a pose.

Hanging a finger to her nose to postpone any complications, the gassed vixen was in awe, wondering why anyone would name themselves after a over-the-counter cold medicine. At least, that’s what it sounded like. “Fevera...whih-what?” The canine hitched.

“Yes, it is very menacing.” Fevera said in flattery, taking the hitch from the spy as utter shock. She stepped away and pressed another large button to reveal a hidden chair from the floor. She sat comfortably, dancing her fingers as if she was waiting for a reaction.

“Suih...suihh…” With the gas getting up her nasal cavities more and more quickly, the spy clenched her thumb and wiggled her septum, moving her arm back and forth as support for her informal sniffer. “So what about your own...nostrils?” The sniffling vixen said awkwardly.

“...Well, since it took so long to make, of course, this gas will never affect me!” Fevera boasted with a bit of worry, flaring her nearly invisible nostrils. The scent holes still not visible to the observant spy.

“Mmhihhhh! Hmm! *sniffle*” Judas agreed unconfidently, her hand shifting to allow her knuckles to scrap the nostrils. The pointed ligaments plucking the front-facing caverns one by one at a lighting speed, almost vibrating the black, squishy organ.

“Gerrrrrr! Could you stop doing that?!” The black spider pouted, jealous of the spy’s bendable, twistable, sniffable nose. She put a foot down as she jumped off her chair with melodramatic rage.

The silver fox noticed the spider’s discomfort for Judas’ own comforting of her nose and paused for a moment. “Oh? You mean like this?” Taunting the large child, she continued rubbing her nose by shaking her head back and forth with a finger placed firmly in front of her sniffer. She kept an arm rubbing back and forth and made sure the twitching organ was shifting as much a possible.

With Fevera revealing her six other eyes, she gritted her arachnid fangs. One could see her entire body steaming like a kettle. “Stop it!!!” She screamed, shaking her fists to the side.

With a mix of the tickle genuinely burning her nasal cavity and the enraged spider looking laughable, Judas was more than welcome to rub her nose further. “But it itches so badly!” She said a vaguely seductive tone, seeing the envy oozing out of the noseless villain.

To keep the spider mad, Judas pressed the tip of her fingers up the septum of her nose, squishing the complexion upwards. She then used the palm to twist it down. Her hand clenched, having the fronts of her fingers on her palm. She smushed them against the face of her flaring nares and scrubbed side to side like someone scrubbing the dirt out of their hair. She flexed her nostrils for her own comfort throughout, but hoped to get some bonus points on pissing the spider lady off.

“Not fair! Not fair!” Fevera jumped up and down, crying tears of rage from how much this canine was showing off one of its preset features. If only she wasn’t always called “No-nose Nancy” as a child, she would’ve been a well off member of society.

With the tables turned and the spider being the vulnerable one, the sneezy spy took the blaster and zapped the center of Fevera’s face.

“Whihh-why did y-chieww! Oh nuih-nose...chiewww! Chiewww!” The spider doubled over, all of her gadgets falling as her defenseless nares sucked in all the gas that grazed her face.

Rolling her eyes at the sneezing mess, Judas used her radio to call in a close partner of hers to pick her up. “Charlie, you won’t believe what just hahihhhhh…” Judas paused, unable to finish her comment.

Relying on her companion to come by, the silver and black vixen took the time to let her sneeze run its course. “Geihhh-cuihh...come on, duihh...dumb nose!” She complained, squeezing her nose with her hand.

Right next to Judas, a brick wall broke from a quite fancy entrance of a certain german shepard. He wore a tuxedo and was in a decked out luxury car. “Looks like my sweet Candice picked up something rather despicable tonight.” Charlie said in a distinctly posh accent.

“*cough cough* Thihh chiiiiiiew! The dust doesn’t really gehiiiiiiewww! Help.” The spy sniffled, smiling as her birth name was called. She swiped her nose with a quick slice of her finger against her nose, sitting inside the pristine car.

“How about when we get home, I can play nurse and you can be the patient.” Charlie humored, driving out of the building and into the city.

“Ruihhh chiiiiiiew! Really? You couldn’t last a second with a cold! I’ll be sleeping by myself, by the way.” The vixen sneezed again, smirking with her last remark.

“Well fine, but can I say you have the most adorable sneeze? I haven’t heard a single ma’am sneeze like that in my life.” Charlie rebounded, kissing the sneezy vixen’s forehead.

“Oh you!” Candice said, leaning her head against the golden dog as they drove to a nice hotel to spend the night together at, finishing yet another intriguing mission.
I made this one character and they seem to speak to me in a great way. I just wanna know if I should change from Viola the Raccoon to my possible fursona, Jenny the Robin.

This is how I feel she could be like V
[i]"Jenny is a yellow and orange robin with a light take on life. The avian stands at 5’ 4” and is a slim and active individuals, always up to try new things. She’s always been the one to bring a group’s spirits up and is considered a good friend to whoever she seems to agree with. She loves activities like hiking and swimming, although has an uneasy feeling when it comes to heights. Overall, she’s a girl who’s willing to hang with any crowd for the sake of adventure."[/i]

I hope I make the right decision.

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TheEXxtra
Ryan Dallas
United States
I write sneeze fics and love sneezy furry gals
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DeraldSny Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2019
Thanks for the WATCH! Please comment on my stories if you like them! ;)
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TheEXxtra Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2019
Okay! I'll check'em out!
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HandsomeLittlePsycho Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
happy b-day
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TheEXxtra Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2018
Thank you!!!! *hugs*
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HandsomeLittlePsycho Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
welcome *hugs back*
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ViperidaeGraphics Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2018   General Artist
Thank You ! by ViperidaeGraphics  
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TheEXxtra Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2018
Your welcome! Just wanted to check out what another art homie be doing! Keep up the great work!
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HandsomeLittlePsycho Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for the watch
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TheEXxtra Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2018
NP!
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MrD2001 Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2018  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Do you take requests?
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