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A Night Under the Moon (werewolf sneezefic)

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Times like these made me grateful for all the chaos in the house, it made sneaking out so much easier. With my siblings running around, my parents cleaning up after them, and my grandparents visiting to criticize their parenting skills, all I had to do was keep quiet until I was out the door! I mentally mapped out my trail as I walked into the nearby forest just beyond our fence. I explored this area often enough that such a task was no longer required, but nature was constantly changing and I would hate to get stuck in an unfamiliar spot. Soon the sky transitioned into a beautiful mix of pink, purple, and light blue tones. I could feel the sticks and leaves crunch beneath my feet as I traveled deeper. The autumn air combined with the scent of pine trees all around. The small river of rushing water could be heard just up the trail behind a small rock formation.

This beautiful gift from Mother Nature was whole reason I came out here despite the warnings from my elders. None of them had ever even been in these woods yet they still talked about the “monsters” that roamed at night. Grandpa liked to talk of how he and father joined a hunting party to capture some sort of beast terrorizing a local town near this forest a couple decades earlier. Nobody seemed willing to openly acknowledge the fact that there has never been any real evidence of abnormal animals in the woods. It didn’t matter much anymore; I grew tired of their ghost stories long ago. By the time I reached my twentieth year, I mastered the art of completely blocking their voices from my ears. Most of my time nowadays was spent learning all the secrets these woods had to offer.

Eventually, the realization came that in my quest to avoid other human beings; I traveled too far out to make it back before nightfall. I knew I would receive an earful for going out so late when I returned, but that was the least of my current problems. I sighed and leaned back against a large pine tree to consider my options. I could head back now and possibly attract unfriendly wildlife while stumbling all over myself in the dark. The only real predators out here were the wolves that lived on the other side of the river away from people, but it was not impossible for them to cross over in search of food. My only other option would be to find some sort of shelter and wait it out until morning when I can actually see where I was stepping. I tilted my head up while continuing to think. When it slammed a bit too hard against the bark, I opened my eyes and realized the tree had some huge and sturdy looking limbs further upward.

Hmm…I’ve heard of wingless predators that often make their homes in trees. Surely it couldn’t be that difficult? Luckily, there were a few knots and branches at the bottom to help me get started. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally managed to claim a spot on a thick limb beside a cluster of branches approximately twelve to fifteen feet of the ground. (The limb seemed to hang at about three times my height, and I wasn’t very tall to begin with!) I could see that a family of birds had the same choice of home on the same limb. There was rather large nest with hints of egg shells and a few large grey feathers near the ending tip of the limb’s final branch. By the time I settled into a secure position, the sky had darkened and the first stars had begun to shine. This was the last thing I saw before tiredness caught up with me and forced my eyes to close.

When I awoke, I was greeted by the full moon above providing some light in the darkness. Crickets chirped all over the place and the air had turned cool as an occasional breeze manifested. Yep, I was definitely going to receive another lecture when I got back. Oh well, at least it’s a wonderful night and I still had the moon and stars for company. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep to pass some more time. Yet once they were closed, I became aware of a strange series of vibrations that traveled up the tree. They seemed to go on for a minute or two, pause for a few seconds, and then start all over again. It wasn't just one part of the tree, but the entire trunk feeling the effects of the vibrations. I realized whatever was causing this must have been on the ground. Against my better judgment, I gave into my curiously and moved away from the trunk to crawl along the limb towards the birds nest. After stopping at a reasonable distance, I looked down to find the source of this strange phenomenon. Below me was a sight I doubt even the town’s most experienced hunter could claim they've seen.

On the ground was a blur of fur stained silver in the moonlight. When the creature paused a moment to stand on its hind legs, I realized this beast was far larger than any man could hope to be. The muscles within the hind legs were slender, but all the weight seemed supported by the balls and toes of a large set of paws. I knew the vibrations I felt must have been caused by the forceful pounding of those paws as it ran. A long, fluffy tail like that of the resident wolves swayed behind it. The powerful torso and pelvis resembled a man’s with a slim frame; one that seemed better suited for speed than for strength. Yet the large, burly arm muscles that lead to the other set of canine paws showed that strength was still abundant. A wolf’s head stood on top of the torso, although the snout seemed shorter and slightly thicker than a true wolf’s. Pointed ears twitched at the every noise and amber eyes appeared to glow as they scanned the area for any signs of life. The beast then dropped back down on all four paws and continued the dizzying circles around the tree. My eyes widened when I realized what I was staring at.

Werewolf. Lycanthrope. Predator. Monster. Beast.

A WILD BLOODTHIRSTY THING WITH A HUNGER FOR HUMAN FLESH THAT WANTED WHATEVER WAS STUCK UP IN THIS GODFORSAKEN TREE!!!  

I held my breath, hoping its hearing wasn't strong enough to hear the quickened pace of my heart. Of course it probably hadn't mattered; my scent was likely still on the tree from climbing. The wolf-like predator knew something was here and it was determined to discover it. I closed my eyes and begun praying to every deity I knew for a swift death when it finally decided to climb up. After a while, I became aware of a strange sound that filled the air. Whatever it was, it was getting louder and it almost sounded like… sniffling? Opening my eyes revealed the animal had stopping running, but didn’t stand still. The large black nose at the end of the lycan’s snout was wriggling in every direction as it tilted upwards, nostrils flaring in a constant beat. I could see wrinkles form on the muzzle as it scrunched when air entered through the nasal passages. A new noise joined the night’s melody: harsh breathing. The nose engaged in strong inhales of breath followed by a hint of a whining sound from the throat on the exhales. These whines became higher in pitch and quicker in frequency as the breathing cycle accelerated. The wolf’s chest expanded with each inhale, and promptly deflated as it exhaled.  

It suddenly hit me what was happening: This powerful monster of many a legend was struggling with a sneeze! My terror was forgotten for moment as I tried to control the laughter that threatened to escape from me.

The beast moved once again, startling me out of my humor. My balance shifted as a result and I was forced to relocate my hands and tighten my thighs around the limb. After securing myself, I glanced by down to find the pair of forepaws against the sides of the shuddering nose. I could see the digits were longer and thinner than a typical canine toe, but they were too short to be confused with human fingers. Short and sharp claws gleamed in the moonlight as they covered the top of the snout; yet this did nothing to stop the scrunching muzzle, twitching nose, or expanding nostrils. At last, the wolf’s breath experienced its first hitch, quickly followed by a few more. They were too quiet for me to hear, but I could see the chest expanded farther outward with each one with no signs of deflation. The head tilted back and the paws dropped to the side as it took one final breath and paused. If one saw the scene from a distance, it would seem as if the creature was about to howl at the full moon.

The next sound, however, did not come from the wolf: I was so concentrated on the scene below me that I barely heard the warning cracks from the splitting wood right beside my feet. Before my brain could process what was happening, the branch broke from the tree and took me down with it. Next thing I knew, there was wet grass and wood bits against my back and pain from my head all the way down to my butt. I groaned softly while forcing my arms to cooperate in the task of lifting myself off the ground. I rubbed the hair away from my closed eyes and found what felt like one of the large gray feather from the birds nest tangled within. I removed it from my hair and held the stem between my fingers for a moment before a large amount of force knocked me back on the ground and settled on top of me. When I managed to open my eyes, I saw a large, moist, black, canine nose about the size of my fist just above my own nose. Above the appendage was a pair of narrowed amber eyes with a darker ring of orange surrounding the pupils. A sharp set of yellow-tinted teeth were on display and the amount shown quickly grew as growls emerged from the beast’s throat. A quick glance all around made me discover the arms connected to two heavy paws that were pressing my shoulders against the ground.

The sound of my racing heart filled my ears again as I stared at this monster. Fear made my body stiffen in place as the wolfish beast began to sniff all around my upper frame, probably deciding the best place start eating. When the nose reached the hand I somehow managed to keep above my head, the monster’s growls stopped and once again the nostrils began to quiver. The sniffing had triggered the soft bristles of the feather to sway and gently tickle the outer rims. Instincts had  caused the head to move away and the grip on my shoulders to loosen. I tried to get up, but the beast quickly realized my intention and sunk its paws firmly back down. Moving its head forward only served to make the annoying itch worse when the feather made contact again. It appeared the lycan couldn’t move its head back too far without weakening its grip on me. An idea suddenly formed in my head as I watched the nose above me wiggle. It was the strangest and probably the most stupid idea I could have thought of in that situation; but what did I have to lose? I gathered whatever courage and foolishness I needed to actually follow through with this plan and began to work.

I began making slow figure eights along the rims of the nostrils from one side to the other with the tip of the soft weapon. The resulting tics were minor and the teasing seemed far too bearable. Realizing more was needed, I brought the plume just past the rims on the inside of the beast’s left side. Five full circles were completed before switching to the right side to repeat the action. Now the nostrils began to flare, exposing a hint of the previously hidden caves inside. I could see a clear layer of mucus developing to combat the sensation. A quick glance upward revealed the wolf’s eyes. The bright amber orbs were partially covered by the upper eyelids in almost bored   expression; as if the fiend was trying to say, “Really? You believe this is going to help you?” When our gazes met, a small portion of teeth slowly became visible in an action that vaguely resembled a confident sneer.

This made it even more satisfying when I suddenly stuck the feather back into the left nostril as far as I could and quickly twirled the quill this way and that between my fingers. The rims expanded far enough that I could actually see the bristles brush the entire walls inside, leaving no section safe from the tickle torture. The beast’s eyes widened, the nostril’s rims suddenly doubled in size, the muzzle scrunched as far back as it could, and that intense breathing and whining cycle from before began once again. Now I was the one smirking as the feather worked its magic. After about thirty seconds, I transitioned to the right side and subjected those walls to the same torture for the same amount of time. I repeated this cycle about three times when I felt something wet land on my check. Another drop of liquid fell on the corner of my mouth and my tongue darted out reflexively to be greeted with the taste of salt. I glanced upward and met the wolf’s eyes again.

This time they were cross-eyed, staring straight down its nose and the plume still dancing inside. Those wide amber orbs now had a dark line of fur running from the inside corner to the edge of the trembling snout. Moisture gathered from there until gravity guided the drops onto my face. The lycan had begun to shed tears as its breathing grew more violent. Clear mucus dripped from the nose as it tried to soothe the irritated nasal passages; making my task a bit more difficult than I would have preferred. The paws on my shoulders had begun to shake with the effort to continue resisting what instinct was demanding to happen. Soon a constant series of sounds came barreling from the throat: Whines, yips, sharp inhales, and the occasional sniffle created a symphony of ticklish agony. As the nasal concerto grew louder, I realized this must have been a desperate attempt at begging for mercy.

Unfortunately for this monster, mercy was the last thing on my mind.

I realized I needed to end this soon before my muscles grew too tired. Changing tactics, I began to scratch the tip of the plume along the walls as the feather twirled. For goodness sake, this nose was huge! There had to be a sensitive spot somewhere inside! Suddenly an odd noise erupted from the brute’s throat; an odd combination of a gasp and a yelp. There in the back along the right nostril’s inside wall was the key to finally escaping this furry confinement. I scratched vigorously at that site while twirling the instrument against the remaining surface. The large snout increased the force of its convulsions in a last ditch effort to dispel the feather. The river of tears continued to fall on my face in constant pace with a chain of mucus threatening to follow right behind. The only sounds made by the beast now were wet sniffles and high-pitched whines. The amber eyes were at their widest, glistening with uncontrollable distress.

Suddenly, those eyes closed and the snout opened in a quick hitching breath. Two seconds later it hitched again, strong enough for the chest to display signs of expansion. I couldn’t help but smile as I took in the view above me. The complete anguish that resulted from my work on the hypersensitive nose was simply amazing. A steady stream of tears flowed from each eye while mucus slowly exited the nostrils. The wrinkles that coated the silver muzzle seemed in danger of becoming a permanent feature. Teeth slowly became visible as the large jaw grew slack against the beast’s will. The chest swelled little by little as the powerful lungs did their best to suck in air. I felt rather proud of the beautiful image of misery I created.

Shock replaced the pride in an instant when a particularly strong inhale caused the feather to leave my fingers. I blinked and saw it now resided inside the beast’s left nostril. Two more strong inhales drove the quill deeper and deeper until it became stuck with only the barest hint of the quick portion remaining visible. The wolf suddenly stiffened with eyes opened wide for a few seconds then closed again, forcing two large tears to fall.

“Raahh…”

The next inhale was the strongest yet, the furry chest even expanded farther outward. This was also the first time I heard an actual sound accompany the hitch. The creature’s massive paws shook so much they fell right off and landed on the ground above them. I used this opportunity to hastily move my hands into a position to finally lift myself of the ground. My plan, however, was hindered by a few problems…

“Rhaaahhh…”

While the grip on my shoulders was finally gone, the wolfish brute was still much, much, MUCH larger than me. All the paws were planted firmly in their place by the sheer weight of the creature’s body mass. No amount of force from me was enough to move them even an inch. I was still stuck on the ground without any ability to combat all that muscle.  

“Rhaaaahhhh…”

As the lycan continued hitching, the furry chest expanded at the same pace. Standing on all fours meant it was expanding downward. I soon became trapped by the large torso as it forced me to lie against the ground once again.

“RhaaaaAAHHHHHH…”

The angle of the monster’s head as it reared and the power behind its inhales made me realized it was probably going to double over when it finally lost control. Unfortunately, this would result in the nose landing right in front of my face!

“RHAAAAAAAHHHHHHH…”

And it was going to lose the fight. The beast’s earlier resistance, my relentless teasing, and the instrument of torture still lodged deep inside the nasal passage would guarantee that.

“RHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH…RHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH…RHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH…”

I had an excellent view of the effect of those last three inhales. The inflated chest had me completely pinned to the earth. The snout opened wide to display a gruesome set of teeth. The irritated nose pointed towards the full moon above; the quill still barely visible. My eyes widened for a moment before my common sense reminded me it would be best to quickly shut them. I felt one final tear land on my cheek.

“RHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-TCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The sound that came from the lycan was a strange cross between a human’s sneeze and its well-known signature howl. Although, I was more concerned about the resulting spray all around my face and neck. I also realized after a few seconds that I no longer felt any part of the beast on top of me. Opening my eyes confirmed there was nothing above me other than the night sky. Except there was something wet and kind of sticky on the right side on my neck. Touching the object confirmed it to be the abused feather, now covered in the beast’s snot. Groaning, I sat up to find the wolf had not gone too far. It sat a few feet across from me with its arms stretched out behind it to hold up its upper body. The slim legs were bent and the tail was twitching between them. It swayed in place with glazed eyes and flattened ears while producing a noise that resembled a deep groan. The force of the beast’s sneeze somehow managed to propel it right off of me. We sat there on the ground, mirroring positions as we recovered from what was likely the strangest thing to ever happen in this forest.

Eventually, the amber eyes brightened and the lycan turned over on all four legs and shook itself like an average wolf would. When the shaking stopped, the beast turned and stared at me with narrowed eyes. I held my breath for almost a minute before I heard a “hrumph!” and saw the muzzle scrunch and nostrils flare once more. The head faced forward again and the monster slowly walked toward the river ahead. Apparently, the mission to turn me into a meal wasn’t worth the effort anymore. I finally exhaled feeling relieved yet somehow a little insulted.

When the fluffy tail finally disappeared among the trees, I slowly stood up and brushed myself off. The feather fell from its place on my neck and dropped on top of my foot. I studied it for a brief moment before picking it up and wiping it along the grass. Carefully placing in my front pocket, I lifted my shirt to dry my face off before fixing my shirt so it covered the stem that couldn’t fit inside. Surveying my surroundings made me realize the sky had changed to a lighter shade of indigo. Looking toward the east revealed the first hints of gold peeking out from the edge of the horizon.

Hmm... Perhaps the lycan left for a different reason besides wounded pride. If I started walking now, I could make it back by the time the sun completely rose! A scolding was still in the future, but the old “it would have been dangerous in the dark” excuse could help my case. I certainly was not about to tell them about my encounter with the legendary beast; their efforts in keeping me away from this wonderful place would only increase tenfold! I walked toward the house thinking of the best way to sneak inside, the feather’s large stem poking against my bare skin the entire way.
Hey, Y'all! I've been lurking on this site for a few years now and decided it was time to post something! 

So, I recently discovered a new fetish of mine (I have a few others but this was a surprise for me!) and I suddenly had this in my head for a while. You ever had a song stuck in your head that wouldn't go away unless you sang it out loud? Well, I typed this up in hope of finally getting this 'scene' out of my mind. I posted one version on a different site and may people enjoyed it. After I made some corrections, I figured I would add it on here so that others could, too.

This was not beta-read so all mistakes are on me. Comments, advice, and criticism is always welcomed!

*This story has been revised and added to my Tumblr page.
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Absolutely loved reading all this! <3