Dust and Fur

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A/N: Hello. I am a long-time lurking, and this is the first time I am writing a story of my own. It features sneezes from women and men, and some gigantic sneezes. For now, it's just allergies, but I plan on having some more causes for sneezing later on. I hope you enjoy!

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Part 1

          With an audible groan, Tinkerbelle, or Belle as everybody knew her, dragged her feet to the floor. No attempt was made to hide her scowl. A two-day weekend. That is what she was promised and that is what she expected. But, on her promised day off, on the day her allergies were as annoying as a loud dimwit who thought they were your best friend, her boss called her in and told her she needed to cover someone’s shift. When she came to the world of humans, she expected to be given some level of decency. However, she was unable to show even her wings, and had to walk until her feet bled. Perhaps, however, it was better that she didn’t pull out her wings; her own magical dust tickled her nose more than the goddamn flowers. She remembered being the only fairy in her homeland who would walk places because her own wings made her explode.

          In the midst of her work, Tinkerbelle was pulled from her thoughts when she felt a tickle travel up her nostrils. She told herself to continue to type, but her fingers tensed. She couldn’t so much as see the computer screen as her eyes began to close.

          “Heh… Hehhhhh…!”

          The blonde’s head tilted back as her nostrils flared. She was trapped in a spell that kept gradually building, but denied her the satisfying release. If she could, she would put a finger to her nose to calm herself, or reach for a tissue to catch the result of the tickle in her nose, but living a life where a sneeze could send you into the air had borne her the habit of tensing whenever she needed to release an irritant in her nose. Of course, she would not be blown into the air, for her wings were hidden, but muscle memory didn’t care about facts.

          “Aaahhhhh… aaaahhhhhh…! Aaaahhhhhh…!! Aaaaahhhhhh….!!!”

          Tinkerbelle’s head tilted further back as her hitches grew louder. Her nostrils expanded to the size of quarters, opening up for the tickle to be expelled in a satisfying explosion. But, still, nothing came. Then, Tinkerbelle felt it. A finger. The subtle movement that slid down in between her nostrils.

          “HhhhhhHHH! HUHHHH!”

          It excited the tickle. The movement made the tickle go crazy, causing it to leap before surging towards the source of the movement, finally allowing the former fairy her release.

          “HET’SHEW!”

          Tinkerbelle bent forward as she sneezed. She knew that if her wings were out, she would be sent into the ceiling. Her head spun as she listened to the sound of her own sneeze echo across the walls, accompanied by gasps and ‘oh my god’s and ‘bless you’s. With a hand rubbing against her forehead, Tinkerbelle steadily opened her scrunched brown eyes. She found that the finger that brushed against her nose belonged to a broad-shouldered man who towered over her. Despite his large hands and shoulders, his blue eyes were soft. He was what Tinkerbelle might call a giant teddy bear, if she weren’t agitated by the itch that remained in her nose.

          “Thanks,” she managed to say through her congestion as she finally reached for a tissue.

          “Y… you’re welcome.”

          Tinkerbelle expected the giant to blow out her eardrums, but she could barely hear him. After loudly blowing her nose, she looked back up at the stranger with a raised eyebrow. From the back of her mind, she heard a loud voice saying that she knew this person. But, she seemed unable to put her finger on it. Before she could ask the man if they had ever met, he had darted away with his head tilted down. When left alone with her curious mind, Tinkerbelle noticed that her suit was ripped, and small amounts of dust were spilling out. She mentally cursed at herself, realizing that her deafening sneeze must have made her wings outstretched.

           It took the fairy a long moment to collect her dust while hiding in the bathroom, and to use a small bit of magic to fix her suit, but eventually her work paid off. Just when she was about to smile for the first time all day, the pixy dust that came about when she cast her spell made her lips part.

          “Et’CHOO!”

Though she returned to scowling, she was grateful this one decided to hurry up and come out. Tinkerbelle forced herself to continue working to distract herself from the inconvenience. She didn’t notice when the sun had gone down. It wasn’t until she stepped outside under the orange blanket of the setting sun that she felt herself smile. It was short lived as she took in a breath of pollen.

          “Ah - Hihhh! HeeeAAT’choo!”

          Pinching her red and wriggling nostrils shut, Tinkerbelle marched in the direction of her home. Despite years of living among humans, she couldn’t tell whether living in an apartment complex with rats was better than living among insects as tall as she. Once the blonde was halfway to the heap of manure she called home, a surprising sight stopped her in her tracks.

          The stranger who had coaxed a tickle out of her nose earlier was sitting by a bench. His body was in a slump, his head tilted forward. The only sound he emitted was a barely audible snore. Encouraged by the voice that insisted they knew each other, Tinkerbelle strode towards the sleeping man on the bench, forcing a greetable smile on her face. She outstretched a hand to shake him awake, only to immediately freeze in place.

          “Huhhh…!”

          Tickle. Tinkerbelle found herself overcome with the urge to sneeze; her nose was twitching as her nostrils opened wide. She couldn’t even bring her outstretched hand to her face. She forgot why she outstretched it in the first place; all her mind could focus on was the desperate need to sneeze.

          “Hehhhhh…! Hehhhhhh! HEAH!”

          Tinkerbelle’s chest expanded with every inhale as her head steadily tipped back. She stared off into the distance until her eyes began to squeeze shut. It was coming. She was going to sneeze.

          “YEEeeAAAAHHHH CHOO!”

          As Tinkerbelle bent forward, her wings spread out across her body. They ripped through her shirt, glowing in the orange light. The dust they emitted began to drift towards the man Tinkerbelle believed she knew. His nose twitched. His nostrils flared.

          “Aahh…”

          Tinkerbelle sniffed as she furiously rubbed her nose. Her pupils constricted as she observed the after effects of her sneeze. Though her first instinct was to hide, her attention was captured by the loud hitching of the man she had planned to wake up. The stranger sat upright on the bench, allowing Tinkerbelle to see his gaping mouth and quivering nose.

          “AAAAHHHHH… AAAAAHHHH…! AAAAHHHHH…!! AAAAAHHHHH…!!!”

          The stranger’s large chest expanded, threatening to rip his shirt.

          “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAHHHH- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

          A sudden breeze picked Tinkerbelle’s shoulder-length hair up. She looked around to see the tree tops beginning to sway, pieces of garbage being blown towards her, and more of her pixy dust being carried into the stranger’s ever expanding nostrils. It was then that Tinkerbelle remembered who this man was.

          “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

          The one who always threatened to kill her and her friends.

          “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

          The one who had destroyed the homes of pigs she had once been friends with.

          “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

          Tinkerbelle was standing before the big bad wolf.

 “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHCCHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

[strong sneeze32]

Really great so far, would love to see more!

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5 hours ago, strong sneeze32 said:

Really great so far, would love to see more!

Thank you so much! I do plan on making more soon.

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Part 2

Vision blurry, legs numb, covered in loose dirt and grass, surrounded by blown down trees, Tinkerbelle stared up at the orange and pink sky. Looking up ever so slightly, she made out the man - the wolf - hastily looking around at the result of the itch in his nose. She could see his mouth moving, but either because of the large distance between them or the ringing in her ears, she couldn’t hear what he was saying. Although, she was able to see the wolf scurrying away, thankfully without taking notice of the tall fairy on the ground.

Tinkerbelle returned home, her mind racing with what the wolf could be doing in the human world. While she came to this dump for a life safer than hiding from fairy-eating monsters, she couldn’t think of any reason the wolf would take a human form and leave his comfortable lifestyle. The only reason she could imagine the wolf coming to this world was to find a different kind of meat. There just had to be a way for her to warn others, but saying that a magical wolf is out to eat everyone while disguised as a human was something she knew would get her in trouble. The only proof she could give was her true identity, but she knew the consequences of revealing her identity; she couldn’t afford to be banished back to her hellish homeland, much less without her wings. There was only one way to get rid of the beast: get rid of him herself.

Tinkerbelle returned to work the next day to see construction on the area the wolf sneezed down. She saw the beast there, drenching his clothes in sweet and consistently looking over his shoulder. Tinkerbelle smirked, knowing that he truly did have something to be fearful of, and that it would be the fairy he used to hunt down. There was a spell she could cast that would reveal the wolf’s true form to the others in the workplace, which would undoubtedly ensure his banishment. She found the perfect moment to cast the spell: they were down the hallway, the wolf was still continuously shifting his dark green eyes, while Tinkerbelle was hiding within a closet. She could cast the spell instantly, yell to draw others over to witness the wolf’s true form, and save everyone.

The problem was finding out how to cast the spell without sneezing from the pixy dust.

“Thihhhh… this wolf is bahhhhh… ahhh… ahhhhh!”

Drawn to the noise, the wolf inched towards Tinkerbelle’s hiding spot.

“This w-w-w–wolf isssssssaaahhhhhh…. Ehaaahhhhhhhh! Bad, s-s-s-so… so… Aaahhhh…!”

The fairy persisted in trying to chant the spell, but her hitching breath kept interfering. As she angrily rubbed her rose red nose, she didn’t notice the wolf drawing closer.

“So shuhhhhh show everyone that he’s mahhhh… aaaaahhhhhh! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

Just as Tinkerbelle reached the final word, the release came.

“AAAAAHHHH’SHIEWWWWW!!”

The force of the sneeze was so powerful, it made the blonde stumble backwards. The wolf, attempting to reach for her, lost his footing and collapsed into the room. The wolf made an attempt to grab hold of the door, but he accidentally pushed it closed. The two’s collision into the wall caused multiple large boxes on the top shelf to tip over. Hundreds of pounds of office supplies and pieces of metal and silver fell in front of the door.

“Oh no, no no no - “

Both Tinkerbelle and the wolf made an attempt to move them, but the contents of the boxes proved as dangerous as silver to the wolf, and strenuous on the fairy. If it hadn’t been difficult enough, Tinkerbelle noticed dust particles floating in the air, appearing to be drawn to the wolf’s nose. The fairy cursed under her breath, knowing that if she cast the spell now, the wolf would surely kill her.

“M… miihhhhsss?”

It appeared that the wolf was trying to speak through his hitches. Tinkerbelle pressed her back against the wall.

“You’re Tuh… tuhhhhhh… Tinkerb - belle, rihhh… aaaahhhhh…”

A thick finger flew under the wolf’s nose as a chill ran down Tinkerbelle’s spine. A moment passed as the wolf rubbed his nose. His nostrils flared and twitched, while his nose wriggled.

“My name is Duhhhhh… Derek. I’m n… not trying to huhhhh… hurt anyone, I swear. Just, puh - please hehhhhhh… I c… can’t hold this snuhh sneeze back much longer…”

Tinkerbelle bit her lower lip. The right words didn’t come to mind, and the correct decision seemed to be playing a game of hide and seek in the back corner of her mind. She knew that if the wolf sneezed now, when the humans could see and hear him, he would be banished without a second thought. However, she wasn’t sure what would happen to her if he did blow.

“HUHHHHH… AAAAAAHHHHHH…”

But, he didn’t need to know what she was thinking.

“If I help you hold back, then I expect you not to make this place your personal meat buffet.” Tinkerbelle lowered her voice, hoping it would distract from her trembling hands. “And if you do, I’ll curse you for a hundred years; understand me?”

“Yehhhh… ehhhhh…! EHHHHH!” The wolf brought two fingers under his quivering nose. The dust-filled appendage almost looked bigger than normal. “I promise, please, just hehhhhhh… ehhhhhh… AHHHHH!”

Just as the wolf’s eyes closed, Tinkerbelle brought her own finger under his nose. They held that position for a long, agonizing time, until they were rescued by someone strong and immune to the sting of silver. Tinkerbelle kept an eye on the wolf, or Derek, the entire day as she continued her work. His nose was still red, and his nostrils were still flaring, but he was clearly not as bothered without the cloud of dust surrounding his face.

When their shifts ended, Tinkerbelle followed Derek, who practically sprinted out of work. She followed him to a stream on the outskirts of town, where the wolf dropped his hands to his sides. His chest expanded, his head tilted back, and his mouth fell open. The water was pulled towards his face, while the trees began to sway, as if in the midst of a storm.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

The sneeze blew over more trees, and spilled water from the stream out onto the pavement. Tinkerbelle watched with a shivering spine. Whether or not she could trust the wolf’s words, she could not say, but she was prepared to finish the spell.

[sneezyfeather338]

This story is very interesting. I’m looking forward to what you have in store for Belle and Derek. The sneezes were to die for as well. 😍🥰😘

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7 hours ago, sneezyfeather338 said:

This story is very interesting. I’m looking forward to what you have in store for Belle and Derek. The sneezes were to die for as well. 😍🥰😘

Thank you for your kind words! I'm glad that my sneezes are enjoyable, as I was nervous of my spellings, lol

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Sorry for the wait! He's part 3.

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Part 3

“Hupt’CHOO!”

    Despite the desire to crawl into bed and sleep during her day off, Tinkerbelle paced around the room with her lips pursed, occasionally sniffing. Two sides of her mind furiously debated whether or not to check on the wolf, or Derek, as was his name in this world.

    The night after the twosome were stuck in that cursed closet, Tinkerbelle retreated to her apartment to make a call to Vina, the witch who helped her make it to the human world. The wolf, Vina explained, was under her surveillance, and would be hauled back to their realm without warning if he acted out of line. When asked why the wolf wanted to come here, Vina had no answer.

    Although Tinkerbelle trusted the witch with her life, the feeling of paranoia draped over her shoulders. Having been the victim of his threats for the last few thousand years, she knew him and his treachery better than anyone, and thus a sense of responsibility tugged at her gut. It was almost as distracting as the god damn pollen.

    “Eh’CHOO!”

    That was one of the reasons she was considering staying home.

    Another argument the left side of her mind conjured was that she held no responsibility for the wolf. How could she? She wasn’t his boss, his elder, or his supervisor, she was nearly one of his victims. She should be more concerned with avoiding the wolf and taking care of herself by enjoying her time off. Though this side of her mind argued loudly, the sense of fear and obligation was louder. The fairy decided she would cast an invisibility spell on herself and follow the wolf. The problem was fighting against her own dust and the pollen seeping in from the outside.

    “I nuhhh… need to hihhhhh…” Tinkerbelle fought to keep her red-rimmed eyes open as her dust danced around her quivering nostrils. She swiftly brought a finger under her nose, pressing up hard. “I really need to hide - “ she quickly blurted before loudly hitching, “ - Hihhh ahhhh… ahhhhh…!” She paused as she rubbed her finger against her nose, fighting to keep her eyes open. “S… so make me invuh… uhhh… invisible and hahhh… hard to find.”

    The spell worked successfully before the tickle could take over. But, she needed to keep her nose under control, for a single sneeze would cause the illusion of invisibility to fall apart.

After a moment of finding the apartment address Vina gave her, Tinkerbelle found the wolf living in an even less appealing place than her own. At least she could walk down the stairs without fearing they would collapse under her weight. She rubbed her chin, wondering why her target of interest didn’t ask for a better place to live. The wolf made the trip from his room to a local coffee shop alone. Even when reaching his destination, he never said anything more to the barista than needed, and he left the moment he received his order.

Tinkerbelle would have been suspicious if she wasn’t distracted by the building tickle in her nose. Of course, on the wolf’s way out, he just had to pass by a flowerbed. Her magical dust still lingered along the inner walls of her nostrils, while pollen continuously made its way inside.

“Huhh… huhhhhh…”

So much help those stupid allergy meds were doing. Pressing a finger under her nose was hardly doing much anymore. She began to tense up once more as her nostrils flared so wide her finger couldn’t cover them. It was as if they were inviting the pollen inside, desperate to bring her over the edge and dispel the tickle. Her chest expanded with each hitch, as her wings began to want to spread open, threatening to rip her fitted shirt.

“Ahhhhhhh… Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…”

“Don’t sneeze,” she internally yelled. Managing to make the slightest movement, she brought two fingers under her nose, desperate to calm the raging tickle that had spread throughout her nostrils. For a moment, it seemed to work; the tickle had become more manageable, she could move her limbs freely, she no longer had the urge to close her eyes, and she could continue to follow the wolf. But, that was when a strand of her hair fell to the tip of her nose.

It was as if all of what had been tickling her nose that morning sprung up. The tickle resurfaced, raging and writhing, causing her nostrils to spread, her nose to scrunch, her eyes to close, and her chest to heave. There was no further warning.

“HeeeeeAH’CHOO!”

The release not only lifted the invisibility spell, but it caused her to bend at the waist and her wings to spread wide. She came back up, becoming rigid as a board, as she prepared for another release.

“Hehh! HEHHH’CHOO!!”

With her wings out, the second release sent her backwards into the air, which sent her into a tree. Leaves flew under her nose, aggravating the still lingering tickle further.

“AAAAA’CHHHOOO!”

As if the tickle couldn’t become even more apparent, the third release, when she was initially facing upwards, launched her into the ground near the flowerbed. One loose flower landed directly on top of her nose. 

“AAAAAA’CHHHOOOO!!”

This sneeze made her press against the tree. With the sturdy tree blocking her path, and her muscle memory holding her in place, she stayed there, continuously sneezing.

“ESCHOO - EEEESSSCCHHOOOO!! EEHHHHSCHOOO!!!”

Her breasts swayed ever so slightly with each build up and release. She stayed there until she felt a firm hand pull her aside. Feeling one hand on her shoulder, and another holding a tissue to her nose, she released one final, “EEEYAAA'CHOOOO!!”, before feeling a strong pressure calm the raging tickle.

Finally able to open her eyes, a chill ran down her spine when she saw that she was being helped by the wolf. She felt her soul sink further when she noticed that he had pulled her into an alleyway.

“Here,” he said, swiftly taking off his shirt and handing it to her, “your wings are exposed.”

After a moment of looking the wolf up and down, Tinkerbelle accepted the offer.

“I’ve got some more tissues, if you - “

“What are you doing here?” Tinkerbelle asked the question before she could even give it a thought. “You lived like a king in our realm, why come here?”

The wolf sighed before standing up.

“I don’t know. New place, a fresh start, right?”

Tinkerbelle was about to answer when she noticed how tense the wolf’s shoulders had become. Then, she saw something: bits of her own dust. As she looked up, she noticed that her fit had left numerous visible particles of her magical dust.

“HuhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHH…”

And they were being swept into the wolf’s large nostrils.