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Upon hearing his name and orders, the growlithe sprang to attention and rushed ahead with a chipper ‘yes ma’am,’ and a wagging tail. She swallowed a smirk as he left—what? She couldn’t help how amusing it was to see him practically rolling over at any task she gave him. As for the houndour… “Brando! Why are you sitting there? Go with him!”

“Oh-!! Sorry!” And off he went in pursuit. Phoenyx watched intensely from the window, shifting her stance and fluffing her mane. She couldn’t hear the back and forth between the two hounds and the group on the turf. The whimsicott there seemed to blatantly ignore them, the ribombee flew over to their eye level for a chat. There was a leafeon in a plaid skirt and round spectacles who gestured as if to shoo them away. There were a few others there she simply couldn’t make out from this angle and this distance, but it was enough for the duo to take paces backward with considerable pause. Amateurs, where was their spark?! How could it be so hard to tell a couple of grass types to get lost!?

Huffing twin flames from her nostrils, she shouldered herself outside and began to make her way over. Just the thought of having to put these grassy gliders in their place and get her own goons in order was giving her a bit of temper flare; it summoned fierce flames which clouded around her clenched teeth and gathered up against her flaring nostrils, occasionally licking outward with every huff.

She heard an audible “look out” from the Ribombee as she stomped their way. Clearly, her natural intimidation was working, as the ribombee and whimsicott roused in favor of beginning to pack up. Keegan, the hisuian growlithe, wiggled his fingers tauntingly.

“Keheheh!! Not so brave now, huh? Better hide before Nyx stuffs ya in a locker!” Unbelievable, truly. Must she do everything herself around here? As she closed the distance, her hand reached out to grab Keegan by his entire head—her palm was just that big to envelop his skull and get a good grip.

“Can it, punk!!” She snarled, chewing menacingly on the flames spilling from her throat and pooling on her tongue. Her eyes trailed up to the spectacled Leafeon, who was adjusting her glasses with one hand and her sweater vest with the other.

“Oh—urg…we were just leaving. Right, guys? …guys?” 

Nothing. In fact, empty space sat where a whimsicott, ribombee, hoppip, and lurantis were supposed to be; they had left no trace but fallen leaves and vague outlines of dust. The leafeon’s movements doubled as she grabbed her shoulder bag and rose to her feet. “H-hey!! Wait up!! Come on, Oren!”

Initially confused, Phoenyx looked down to see what the leafeon left behind as she ran off—or rather, who left themselves behind. A little budew, whose face was scrunched in a tiny scowl and whose stance was wide.

“You all are just a big bucket of bullies!!” He insisted, shouting with all of his might, which barely reached her ears. “You could’ve just asked us to move!!”

“Yeah?? Well, nerds like you should’ve read the schedule today, you would’ve known this ain’t your space to begin with!!” Brando, the Houndour, barked. “This field’s for the weather ball team now!! There’s about to be like twenty of us out he—”

“Brando!!” Nyx chuffed, lifting her fingers before balling them tight to get him to shut his yap. She looked down at the budew, who quickly realized his lonesome against three fire hounds was an uphill battle, and took two trembling paces back. He turned and hopped away, only to trip and eat the turf not even a foot away. Setting Keegan down, she gestured with her finger for him to go around Oren and block his exit—he wouldn’t be getting away from this conversation easily, not if she had something to say.

“Listen up, leech seed,” Fire cloaked every word she got her teeth around, spewing outward with every ‘s’ sound. “Have you ever seen a florges with no flowers? A wooloo with no wool?! Better yet, you ever see a sudowoodo look like charcoal? That’s what happens to dweebs like you who get in my way. Now you wanna blow taunts on my territory? Puff out your pods?! I’ll knock you out!! Better yet, turn you to ash—a nurse wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“P-please!” The budew whimpered, standing up clumsily before running, only to collide with Keegan’s knee and fall helplessly on his back. He was masterfully balanced onto Keegan’s foot before the growlithe began to dribble him from foot to foot like a soccer ball. He passed the poor soul to Brando, who bounced him off his chest and onto his head, before sending him skyward with a headbutt. Phoenyx grabbed the puny grass type in a fist, much like one would snag a baseball before an opening pitch.

“Look at this little punk,” she cracked a wide grin, “I could just eat you up. Leafy sprouts make a dog big and strong, y’know.”

“D-don’t—! I’m poisonous!!” He whimpered, voice cracking and leaping an octave.

“Pah!! I’ve turned a koffing into a chew toy, big deal!”

As she snarled and neared the budew to her maw, a cry of terror and fear escaped him with an explosion of yellow dust. The pods above him burst open, revealing red and blue dots that were throbbing with powder. Some sort of defense mechanism, one that he was clearly deeply mortified of releasing. 

“Huff—snRKKFF!!” Purely reactionary, but it pulled clouds of the stuff into her waiting nostrils. The sensation was like feathers at first, thick particles of spores and pollen nuzzling up against her nasal walls, powdering her septum and turning it yellow. Her nostrils began flaring and flexing, one at a time, sometimes lifting high, other times narrowing with irritation. Then her muscles suddenly cramped and locked up. Her shoulders tensed, her fingers unclasped and bent into claw shapes, and her nostrils were forced at full flare, inviting more and more of the powder into them with every confused breath.

Stun spore; Phoenyx was paralyzed! Crackles of shock clawed across her fur and made it stand on end. She felt arcs of static leaping about inside her nostrils, exciting and firing off any nerve it bumped against.

Upon realization, the budew stood up in her palm, looking a bit spent and hugely embarrassed. “G-guh-!! Sorry!!” He panted, hopping out of her paralyzed hand and onto the turf. He scurried off between Keegan’s legs and towards the bleachers, but before Keegan could turn in pursuit, Brando grabbed his shoulder to halt him.

“Uhh, Keegs? What do we do about…?”

“Nyuh?? Wuh-oh,” Keegan’s eyes became visible behind his low bangs as the Arcanine before them twitched, before drawing a large breath.

“hHUHH—!! UTCHHhh’hEEE!!” Her first sneeze was just as loud as it was strong. Flames burst from her mouth and nose as her ears pinned in aggravation. The two leapt out of the way of the gouts, falling to the turf.

Nyx lifted her head again. The tickle inside her nose was unearthly, unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was magnified by the piercing scent of burning rubber from the artificial turf below. As she snorted and coughed, she pinched and rubbed her nose desperately between her paw pads. There were too many spores in her nose, she needed to burn it out of her system!

But the paralysis was unpredictable. One moment, she was fanning her face and snorting with fury; the next, her arms would lock up, and she’d bite her tongue. She’d begin hitching, huffing, only for her face to freeze in a desperate pre-sneeze expression, leaving only her nostrils to flex and flare beyond her control. With her jaw clamped shut, she could only snort and huff through her nostrils, which inevitably sucked more and more powder into her twitching nose. The more spores dancing about inside her nose, the more static bounced around ceaselessly, inching her closer and closer to a sneeze. One that, at this point, she was desperate to release, just to get it over with.

It was at its worst when her canine nostrils would flare open wide, only for the static shock of stun spore to lock the muscles in place. It left them impossible to close, even if she could move her arms freely. Jaws frozen shut in a snarling expression, but borderline whimpering from the insatiable tickle invading her nostrils with every passing second. She brought her hands up to her nose, angrily pressing and shoving at her septum to smother the tickle or fruitlessly massage her nose back into working order. She pinched at her nostrils, but much like a fully flexed bicep, it was nearly impossible to squeeze down. She pressed her palm to her huffing nares, violently swiping her hand back and forth. But alas—nothing. As a last resort, she brought up her pinkie fingers and plugged her nostrils with the finger pads. Given all her desperate snorting and sniffing, they slotted perfectly snug into place. It worked initially to halt the sensation, but her arms and hands locked up as well, keeping whatever spores and scents trapped inside her muzzle. The irritants had nowhere to travel but deeper into her membranes, tickling and teasing her furthest reaches. She had been balancing on this sneeze endlessly, to Keegan’s and Brando’s concern (and slight amusement).

“Surely you must have learned your lesson by now!”

Nyx’s ear flickered as her only measure of attentiveness, but her eyes were pinched shut. She could hear something buzzing by her ear, and tiny little chitinous feet landed on her nose. Her nose began vibrating with the rapid buzzing of the creature's wings. It must have been that ribombee, whom she hadn’t cared to learn her name.

“Hey!!” Keegan barked, “you—!! You leave Nyx alone!”

“Yeah, yeah! Buzz off!!” Brando added quickly.

“Trust me, I don’t want her all paralyzed either. Help me out, would you two? Grab her arms, she needs some aromatherapy!

The two dogs, with nothing better to do, shrugged and complied. Keegan rolled up his sleeves before leaping up to grab Nyx’s upper arm. He weighed it down, releasing her fingerpad from her nostril with a satisfying suction sound. The same was done with the other, only it took Brando two attempts to leap as high and grab her arm. With her nostrils free and huffing fresh air, the ribombee held onto the tip of her nose, looking down at the twin caverns below. Her long brown scarf dangled and draped, tickling at her twitching septum. Her yellow fur bristled as a thick, sweet scent poured from her and clouded the area. It alone was enough to get Keegan and Brando sniffing curiously at the air. Afterwards, only as Phoenyx’s nose began violently twitching once more, the ribombee fluttered up and out of the way. Her work here was done!

All of the acanine’s muscles relaxed at once. She got weak in the legs and arms for only a moment, and her ears drooped in relief. When she found her strength again post-paralysis, her first order of business was to shake off the two goons holding onto her arms. As the two fell onto the ground, she reared her head back and parted her maw with a tremendous gasp.

“hHUH—!! HAAH..!!”

“Scram, Brando!” Keegan yipped, and the Houndour didn’t need to be asked twice. “Hey—!!”

“Wah!!” He shoved past, waving his arms as if it’d help him run any faster. Keegan was much less concerned—his dual typing would mean half the pain that Brando would ever be dealt, after all.

“HAH—hhH! HATCHH’IEE!! hhHAADSCHEE!!” She sneezed violent clouds of fire, which rocketed between her clenched teeth and out of her nostrils. If anything would incinerate the irritants in her nose, it was that. Afterwards, she staggered back, bleary and shivering from overexerted muscles.

“Yeesh, Nyx! You good?” Keegan wandered up as she sighed, drooling from a dry mouth.

“Ngh..! Fine,” she growled, considerably more toned down. She didn’t dare eye the ribombee who blessed her, nor the grass types hiding behind the bleachers. She couldn’t even find Oren, who was doubtlessly over there soaking in the last laugh. Damn it all! “Boys!! Go set up the field. I’m grabbing the rest of the team.”