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quosterswampdregs · 1 month

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personally I'd love to see Kei with like the sneeziest, messiest cold ever. Does he try to keep it contained with tissues or thick handkerchiefs, he'd probably need some considering how stuffy his trunk must get when he has a cold

Art done by PupperStar on Furaffinity

Heeeere we go!! Keirie wakes up with a nasty head cold, and it’s made their nose hypersensitive to everything. Normal tasks become more difficult than ever, and they might end up calling for the assistance of their partner…

Loooads of nose/trunk related nonsense with this one, and a lot of desperation and mess too!

Doubling Down.

Kei tugged on their large, African elephant ears at the shrill cry of their phone alarm. It was piercing, louder than usual, and the weight of sleep was growing more and more inviting with every ring. Their trunk snaked out from under the duvets, and began to brush along the nightstand in search of their phone. Its tip shuffled around at the phone’s home button, but as they went to pinch down on it, the phone tumbled off and under the bed.

The sleek, polished surface of the nightstand went foggy from an annoyed sigh: “…damn it.”

Damn it, because now they had to do more blind searching. Keirie’s brows furrowed as their trunk urged away a few blankets, and rubbed along the floor. Hmm, to the left? Those were shoes…that was the safe box, and that had to be a t-shirt they were feeling…what was that??

It felt like a mix between rubber and velvet. Their trunk grasped at it, identifying a handle—oh! That was one of Kei’s dumbbells. They forgot they even had those, going to the gym more often meant less use for them at home…just the thought of having to work out today made them slump their shoulders with a huff.

“h-HHh!!”

Oh gods, that’s a lot of dust. Their nostrils flared, feeling all of the disrupted dust under the bed billowing around their damp septum. The dust would settle again, only most of it had already gotten sucked up into their trunk. It was like breathing in a bag full of craft feathers..!!

“H-hhUEH—!!” In any other circumstance, Kei would be a natural at keeping their sneezes under control. However, this feeling rushed over their eyes and nose faster than they could comprehend. “Hhh-hhHEESHHhhhHHW!!”

The first of many, doubtlessly. Dust exploded in thick clouds from the dormant, untouched nooks and crannies under the bed. Their nostrils gaped and trembled, while a second chorus of hitches drew in more dust towards it. Keirie, laying on their stomach above the bed, opened their eyes tearfully. “SnK-! SnrkK- snF! HHahh-! Add’DTTSSSchhuuw!!”

The phone still rang and demanded the elephant do something about it. It stung their head, they could feel it hammering at a festering headache. They finally fumbled their septum against the screen, and with a snort, the phone was grasped by the edges. With all the mess slowly trickling from both nares, the phone slipped and glided a few times. Eventually, however, a strong snort sucked the surface of the screen to their left nostril. It was masterfully lifted to their bleary eyes to check the time.

9 am. Well, 9:03 now. Their alarm was set this early to remind them of Colorguard Practice this noon. Auditions were coming up, given it was the start of the season, but something deep down was warning them not to attend today.

Once they sat up, it hit them. All of the weight in their throat dropped to the pit of their chest. All of the fatigue in their shoulders pulled their posture down like bags of sand on their back. Their nostrils, once dripping like a loose tap, began to drool in a massive amount of runny mess. The dust they inhaled was being flushed out too, visible in speckles of brown and grey.

Unmistakably, a head cold. A thermometer check in the bathroom confirmed it. Kei looked sadly to themselves in the mirror, and ripped a few tissues from a box on the shelf above them. Holding the tissues up against their trembling nostrils, they blew shakily, wincing at the thick sounds of congestion rushing forth. Dust and gunk, all built up from the morning—their nose stung intensely with the feeling, and they were soon hitching before they realized it.

“hH-! hEH! hHAHh!!” They staggered back clumsily, and aimed their trunk away from the sink bowl and towards the shelf. Their breath wavered dangerously, teetering a few bottles and boxes with the unrestrained energy of their hitches. “N-nDoe!! HUH-UPPSSshhww!!!”

Crash! Clatter! A cacophony of sound flooded the master bathroom as toothbrushes and medicine bottles and rolls of toilet paper went scattering. The mirror was splattered with water and mess, which sadly ran down the surface of the wall. Just as a knuckle rubbed cautiously under their trunk, one of the toothbrushes on an upper shelf rolled and fell, landing in one of their two upturned nostrils—brush side down.

“iHH-!!” Their left nostril trembled and the toothbrush rattled against their inner nose. Their nostrils flexed and it sank, completely disappearing from view. “H-hhhiih! EHH-! HEEISHhuhhw!!”

A sharp, open sneeze scraped their throat, and the toothbrush ricocheted off the sink bowl and smacked them between the eyes. “-dOwh!! Gah!”

Ugh, just thinking about going to practice like this made their stomach turn. Spinning flags through hitches, or sneezing mid-toss! They would send a text later this morning for certain, but the least they could do was start their day a little better than this…chaos.

A little breakfast could help to lift the spirits—it was the most important meal of the day! Only the fridge looked a little on the bare side; a bowl of veggies here, assorted carrots and celery that had yet to be cut, a head of lettuce, some onion…Hey! It wasn’t like they were going to fix up anything too fancy, so a salad would do them nicely. Slowly, they stumbled into the kitchen, hugging close to a strawberry-patterned bathrobe.

“I thing’k I need the greens,” Kei reasoned aloud as their trunk clutched a cluster of celery. Their hands reached In after collecting the various root and leaf vegetables. Once thoroughly washed under a tap, the ingredients were set aside, and Kei took a moment to bring their trunk under the warm water. The nostrils had grown a distracting shade of pink, flaring as water flooded them. Their small eyes watered, and both hands reached up to grab the base of their trunk—it truly took everything in their power not to snort or sniff!

“Stupid ru’ddy n’dose…” grumbled Kei stuffily, who turned off the tap and pointed their nostrils downward. Water came gently trickling out both of their slowly-widening nostrils. The rush was beginning to tickle, and the water didn’t show signs of stopping any time soon!

“Ih-!! It just won’t st-stop runninghHH!!” Keirie gasped, curling the base of their trunk upwards, “hRGGSHHhhhuuhw!!”

Water sprayed into the kitchen sink, splashing up and back to drench their shirt. Despite the exhausted sigh, their eyes revealed a smile—it was practically comedic at this point, wasn’t it? They shook their head and snuffled. “Mngh- snffk-! So sensitive today…headcolds, man…”

Oh, how Amalie would be racing to poke fun at them!

The thought alone seemed to quickly lift their spirits—wasn’t Amalie off work today? After alerting their group to the fact they wouldn’t be there, a quick text would confirm it; and was swiftly followed up with a request to come over. Of course, Amalie joyously obliged.

The salad was finished and eaten just as Amalie opened the door with her own key. In her hands were two compostable plastic bags, filled with goodies and care items. Her tail wagged quickly at the sight of Kei, and the wagging’s intensity seemed to increase after the sound of a waterlogged sneeze. Ah, how golden retrievers were as subtle as a freight train.

“Keirie! You should’ve told me you were sick, I had to run and get all of this on my way here!” She gasped, rushing over to set down the bags on the island, before leaping up to hug her partner.

“I did as soon as I could, I just w-woke ub’p like…a’d hour or two ago…”

“Poor thing, look at your nose…”

Kei’s beady eyes trailed down as Amalie held their trunk in cupped hands. The nostrils were slick and twitching, and Amalie extracted a box of tissues from the bag to begin patting away at the wetness.

“Gosh, gift-giving is your love language…” Kei chuffed out with amusement, looking through the bag themselves. They gasped as they made contact with a bag of de-shelled peanuts and pistachios, too! Among the two bags there were tissues, cold medicine, chills medicine, a restock on pain medication, a stuffed microwavable teddy bear, soup ingredients galore, just to name a few.

“H-hHUH-! Hey!!”

Kei felt their nostrils begin to tremble as they looked back at their girlfriend. She was busy stuffing a tissue into their left nare.

“SuhH-! Stop you’re gunnAH- AHHh—!! hAPPSCHHhuuhw!!” They paused with a chesty sneeze, “…gonna make me sneeze…”

“Oh, my apologies,” Amalie spoke knowingly, pulling out the tissue to reveal that the end was coiled tightly to a definite point. Kei squinted critically, matching the coy smile.

“You’re cheeky—don’t get yourself sick from this, you hear?”

“Promise I won’t…has this big old thing been bothering you?” She gestured lengthwise to their trunk.

“Trust me, I’ve been sneezing since I opened my eyes…”

“Oh what a shame…” sighed Amalie sarcastically. “Who knows? Maybe it’s just a sign to get some out…?”

“Sure, cure my sneezing with more sneezes, sounds logical to me!” Kei rolled their eyes. They took the tissue box from Amalie in their hands, at least to hold it idley amongst their girlfriend’s antics. The twisted tissue rummaged invasively at their flaring nostrils, and they felt tears overwhelming their eyes in moments. They felt so incredibly full with mess, it had been giving them a headache. It wasn’t necessarily a stuffy nose, but rather a constantly runny one. Such a runny nose was utterly shameless in revealing itself before Amalie.

“hhuh…hHEH!”

Amalie’s tail lowered to wag, and she held the tip of their trunk steady in a firm grip. There was something that was so instinctively enticing about watching Kei’s nostrils flex and flare so wide. However, they let out a huff and a violent snort, and to Amalie’s surprise, the tissue slipped from her fingertips. She fruitlessly attempted to reach after it, but Keirie’s hitches were wildly blossoming out of control.

“EHH-! HEHH—!! hH-hAAAtshHHUUUHh!!” Amalie angled their trunk over her shoulder as she ducked. A few plastic dishes went clattering off of the kitchen island, too. Despite this, Amalie could tell with a glance that her partner wasn’t done. For one, the tissue was still stuck in their trunk, barely poking out of their wide and gaping nostrils. Amalie had the sense to let go of their nose, and tentatively duck behind the island themselves!

“HbBTSHhhuh- hAAHtshhHkk!! Heh-HHSHhhuuh!!”

“Bless you—! Bless! Bless you again…!”

“hehH!” Was all they could manage, “hhihs it still in’d my n-Nuh-!!?”

The elephant pointed to their trunk, where the soggy tissue still clung to their inner septum. Amalie nodded, but upon realizing they couldn’t see her, she approached. “Here, hold still!”

Keirie stiffened to the best of their ability. The tissue was extracted with ease too, and their next string of hitches died down into watery sniffles.

“Bless you, Keirie,” she chuckled, rubbing her partner’s drippy trunk with a palm. “Feel any better…?”

“Ehh,” spoken before a violent blow of their nose into a fresh tissue, “kinda, it definitely cleared my trunk, but I’ve got a headache…thanks for the meds too, I was running low…”

“No worries…let’s get you back in bed, then. It should be easier with someone looking out for you!!”

It was barely noon, and yet Kei found themselves getting tucked right back into bed! They unceremoniously flopped onto their back as they laid down, looking at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. Their large ears shielded the beams of light from the nearby window, waiting quietly for Amalie to eventually come around and shut them. Once done, she shuffled right beside her partner, curling up with the small warm teddy bear between them.

“Th…thanks for coming over,” Kei yawned slowly.

“Mhm..!” The golden retriever’s tail began to wag gently, “let me know if you need anything, mkay…?”

“Mkay…”

Perhaps it was the mere prospect of Amalie’s presence that helped Kei doze off, but they soon found themselves drifting to sleep with relative ease. They were doubling down on this cold, and that much was for certain!

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quosterswampdregs · 11 months

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Oh! If that’s the case then…

I’d love to request a short story and/or comic where a tiny character accidentally gets stuck in bezyil’s nose? Maybe there’s a bit of a panic from the tiny until they get sneezed out….and then taken care of?

—Awakened Anon <3

Of course! The art here is drawn by PupperStar!

1700 words, just about; here's Bezyil as they deal with a cold that has completely numbed them up! A spot of help smoothes things out...

Cautious Cold.

“I dunno, it might help if you get some air…”

Bezyil thought back to the words of advice from Boyzen while on the phone. If there was anyone they knew who was proficient in dealing with head colds, it was her. Something about being outside was supposed to clear up their aching sinuses and unfair congestion…

Yet, here Bezyil was, sprawled out on their back, and staring into the partly-cloudy sky. Eyes half-lidded, ears low, and projecting the unmistakable image of the common cold—their poor nose was slick, shiny, and warm to the touch. An angry salmon, oozing whenever the nares would part and flex.

The worst part about it all was that Bezyil couldn’t sneeze if they tried. They didn’t enjoy sneezing all too much anyway; that was Boyzen’s deal. But something about such a cold made their nostrils numb and completely insensitive to any irritants.

They tried, too, as they were doing now. Defeated, their paw sifted around nearby, taking a long blade of grass to examine with a squint. They angled the point deep into their left nostril, forcefully flaring it wide. The grass bent and wiggled aimlessly against the spongey walls, poking and prodding at the numbness with no result.

Well, with minimal results. It made Bezyil’s eyes teary, and at one point, they pulled in a few shuddering breaths…which almost expectantly deflated and left them sniveling. Was this how Boyzen felt all the time? No wonder she was so out-of-pocket sometimes…

Little did the swamp dreg know of something sifting through the tall grass. A fox, diminutive in stature, and curious in nature. He had doubtlessly been traveling for quite some time, and the sight of something breathing and shuffling over the canopy of barley was reliving! Perhaps he could request a ride, a higher view?

He began to shout—his speed increased to a jog, hands cupped around his maw in hopes of elevating his sound. Waves of cream fur and olive spots got rather distracting, especially when so close!

Bezyil’s eyes reflected the partly cloudy sky when they opened. The spring air was frigid when blowing over their nose, but at least it was relieving the inflammation. Everything felt at peace, for just a few moments—until the tiny yips and shouts picked up. “Udh…my ears are buzzing,” Bezyil mumbled, rolling over so that they could rub their leftmost ear against the ground. It was as if a mosquito were buzzing nearby, annoying at best... “Ghnn- sndK- huff…”

The vulpine wasn’t prepared for such a turn and had a head-on collision of a massive, salmon-toned septum. His front was temporarily glued, at least until he could slowly pry himself away. It left his t-shirt sticking to his fur, heavy and drippy. Halfway through wringing it out with his fists, a second snuffle sent both of his feet flying out from under him. He tumbled and was immediately winded!

And worse yet, he was getting dragged toward the source; a nostril, gargantuan in comparison. To call it a cavern would be a gross understatement—taller than he was in height, easily his wingspan in width, and he couldn’t begin to see just how deep it went. Ropes and chords of thick, clear mucus draped from the slick ceilings, which caught the refractions of sunlight and projected patterns onto their nasal walls.

Rolling onto his stomach quickly, the fox scrambled along the dirt. He was trying his hardest not to get swept up, here! The battle was quickly falling out of his favor, though, what with his tail and legs losing their sense of gravity. His arms flailed just slightly, before taking hold of a thick barley stalk. The seedy bush of hairs at the top of the stalk was the size of his torso, perfect when hugging for his life!

Crack!!

The fox’s eyes flew open with a deep scowl. The blade of grass they held was beginning to tear, just out of arm’s reach. He reached for it anyway, but it snapped just before his claws could get a grip! The wind pressure ceased just as this happened, but before he could get a sigh of relief, a second sniff sent him flying into their rightmost nostril.

It was dark. At least, it was nearly dark, but the sunlight from outside caused everything to be basked in an orangish-pink hue. The fox looked towards the nostril entrance—exit, in his case—squinting at the light pouring in from outside. He wasted no time staggering towards it, but quickly found the frictionless, slick ground below him nearly impossible to move effectively in. He slipped and fell to his stomach with a winded huff, but his fall was cushioned by the head of barley in which he had taken along with him.

The walls around him began to tremble, and he shot his head upward with surprise. It was like a low-grade earthquake going on, but one that you could see! The plush-like walls were tensing and relaxing, rearranging their position. The entrance, once wide and circular, quickly began to close in, to a narrow, slim swirl of a shape.

Frantically, he skittered towards the opening, but it had closed far too tightly for him to squeeze through. Slowly, he staggered back, looking out with both awe and fright at the sealed exit before him. The sound around him was suddenly dampened, akin to submerging under water. A heartbeat echoed and made the fox’s fur stand on end. This was a predicament, wasn’t it…?

“Mnhhg-!” Bezyil suddenly sat up, doubtlessly causing the vulpine to tumble around, “oh, now my nose itches?”

Irritated, they thumbed at the front of their nostril, and took a few sniffles, each sharper and longer than the last. As their nostrils opened, the fox was met with a blast of strong wind. It launched him back in a tumble, combing over his fur and sending him meters back. At least, until his shoulders slammed against something soft. A side of the swamp-dreg’s nasal wall, which had an opening to whatever dark chambers led past it. A second snuffle forced his back flush to the opening, where a powerful suction had him scrambling a bit.

The fox’s arms trembled as he tried to push himself out of the position. His legs were planted too, trying with great effort to squeeze and writhe against the pulling tension.

“SnRT!!” Bezyil snorted and curled their lip, “sndk- udh…snnk- snnrrk-! snnNDKT! Huhh… snff snff…”

Relief, at last. Clarity, through both nostrils—somewhat. As for the poor fox, he stumbled into the deeper reaches of their nose. Here, the walls were especially velvety on all sides, and it was beyond difficult to move about effectively. His paws grasped the cushiony flesh, feverish with the macro’s natural warmth. Every so often, the walls would pulsate and squeeze, clearly working around the irritant that was himself.

The vulpine’s tiny paws moved quickly—there was no way he could brute force his way out, so he could only assume a strong enough irritation from his doing would help out! His fingers dug in, his tail swept up and down, every thrash and jerk was in effort to stir up a sneeze.

“H-hHkh—! HhHhuh- fi’dally-!” Bezyil whined as they stormed inside their house. Their palms planted on the counter with a pant, looking in the marble reflection to see their angry pink nose. “H—hhHuh-!”

The fox winced as he was squeezed. It didn’t hurt—in fact, the warmth actually felt relieving. Their nasal walls provided a constant, firm massage, which eased his muscles far beyond what he believed possible. It all fell away rather abruptly, given the puffy layers of muscle relaxed flat against the floor and walls, and a surge of cold air complimented a gaping light.

“hHEHH-!!”

Oh dear.

“hEKK’TSSCHHHhuw!!” Erupted Bezyil, with little warning. The fox was propelled end over end, becoming absolutely weightless for two heartbeats. He then fell, pinwheeling his arms until he found a soft, cushioning landing against the paw pads of Bezyil. He rolled over, winded, staring with wide eyes up at the equally surprised Macro.

“Oh geez- are you okay??” Bezyil sniffled quietly with a shrug of their shoulders, “I didn’t even know you were in there…!”

The fox gave a delicately weary glance up to Bezyil, then down to his drenched, slicked-down fur. Upon being lowered to the counter, he nodded at last. He was okay, possibly better than okay, but he wouldn’t elaborate.

“Oh good..snfk-! I’m glad—oh! ‘Me’..? Ugh, coming off a head cold, hopefully. I’ve got a fever and aching joints, and I can’t seem to get a single sneeze out…”

Bezyil blinked as the fox jokingly begged to differ. “Tch-! Well of course you saw me sneeze, what with you rummaging around in th-!” And they abruptly cut themselves off with a thought. “Wait-! You got me to finally sneeze!”

Bezyil rested their chin on the countertop and looked on with dazzling eyes. “Would you-? Uhm—! I hope this isn’t out of blue or anythiH-hH?”

Nothing more needed to be said. The fox was staring forward at Bezyil’s nostril, looking down the warm, snug pathway ahead of him. Telling by the bashful eyes and open gestures, they were asking for a bit of help! The fox obliged without them even finishing, stepping up onto the rim of their nare and holding their septum. A hand, fingers splayed, brushed just inside, insisting the flexible sides expand and contort under the touch.

“H-hhHeehH—! Please b-be careful…I-I already tossed you around s-sUH-! So much…! Huhh-!!” Pleaded Bezyil with their eyes squeezed shut. Their shoulders jumped—something about knowing the cause of such an irritated note multiplied the sensations tenfold. “hNKTtshh!!”

That couldn’t have been satisfying at all. The fox, at least, wasn’t satisfied by it. The front of his body leaned inward just as the cold-ridden swamp-dreg was recovering. He massaged and rubbed at the floor of their nose working up and around the left side to the roof. His fingers wiggled at the reddening patches, and his tail swept by his hip.

“Hh- HH-!” Two short, huffy breaths were taken, but telling by the spasms felt on all sides, they were going over the edge. “hNNTTSHhhww!!!”More than a forceful sneeze sent the fox tumbling across the table. Bezyil quickly caught him in their soft paws, opening them as if checking for a bug. “Nnh—! Read my mind…thank you…snffk-! Feels like I can breathe through my nose now…”

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