#alien snz

[pastel-pollen]

What would happened if someone shoves a big bouquet of flowers in front of poor Simon’s nose? :0

This probably!

[shy-sneezes]

Picturing a scenario in a sci-fi setting where a human ambassador goes on a diplomatic mission to help establish relations with a newly discovered species...unbeknownst to them, or the aliens, several members of the species have a human allergy. The diplomat barely manages to stay on the planet for a few hours before they are begged by the alien officials--between sniffles and sneezes--to go back to earth. They can establish relations after they've developed an allergy medication.

[a-and-b-snz]

sci-fi snz: an alien donation

An alien, humanoid and graceful, is sitting in a waiting room with its hands balled anxiously in its lap. Its head jerks up when it hears its name being called.

"Yes?" It twists in its seat.

"We're ready for you. Would you like to follow me?"

A nurse with warm eyes and a kindly smile leads the alien into their office. The room is small and brightly lit. In the center is a blue padded chair, not unlike one that might be found at a dentist's, with the exception of the metal handcuffs on each armrest.

The nurse closes the door behind them, and then begins clicking through notes on their computer. The alien hovers awkwardly.

"Um," it mumbles, "should I sit?"

"Please," the nurse says. They look up from their screen as the alien glides across the room and settles on the chair. "I see this is your first time making a donation."

"Yes," the alien says. It has a low, soft voice, almost like a melodical whisper. "Are all my documents in order? There were an awful lot of things I needed to sign, I hope I didn't miss anything."

"You've done more than enough," the nurse reassures it. They observe how it's wringing its hands, its long, slender fingers laced together. "It's completely normal to feel nervous, the first time around," the nurse says gently. "There really isn't anything to worry about."

"Oh." It forces a smile. "No, I'm- I'm alright."

The nurse nods, and begins gathering their tools. "Would you like me to explain the procedure before we begin?"

"Yes please." It exhales in relief at the offer. "I've read some articles, but I'm still not really sure I get it? It all seems very technical."

"Oh, the journals like to complicate it with all sorts of jargon," the nurse rolls their eyes. "The reality is quite straightforward. The crux of it is, your species produces a special kind of liquid from its nose. Whilst it may appear similar to human mucus, it has incredible healing properties. When applied to human skin, it's able to close wounds near instantly, and reduces any risk of infection to near zero."

"Oh!" The alien's eyebrows shoot up. "Why's that?"

"We're still not quite sure," the nurse admits. "It's a very experimental field of medicine, at the moment. Which is why donations by people such as yourself are all the more appreciated!" They beam, and the alien feels warmth begin to heat up their cheeks.

"So, my donation could potentially save someone's life?" it asks.

"Possibly!" The nurse says. "Or at the very least, it will contribute to research which will lead to many lives being saved."

"Gosh," it says. "Well, I'm glad I signed up."

"I am too," the nurse laughs. The alien giggles with them nervously. Are all nurses this attractive, or did it just get lucky?

"Now, the producedure itself is quite straight-forward," the nurse says. "I'm going to take this--" they hold up a long, thin instrument, which is covered in fine white hairs "--and insert it into one of your nostrils. It'll trigger a few expellations, and I'll collect the liquid in this." They hold up a small cup. "Then, I'll do the same on the other side, and you'll be all finished! We try to keep it short, for fist time donors."

"Sorry, um- Expellation?"

"Ah." The nurse's eyes glimmer. "Have you ever sneezed before?"

"No," the alien says slowly. It's an extremely rare occurance in their species - most go their whole lives without a single sneeze. Eager to please their nurse, however, they add, "But, I've witnessed it in my human friends before."

"So you're familiar with the concept," the nurse says. "That's good."

The alien feels a little flicker of warmth in their stomach at the praise.

"Now, this may be a rather foreign feeling at first," they warn as they advance.

It stiffens. "Will it hurt?"

"Not at all," the nurse says. "It'll just tickle, that's all. And if at any point it gets too much, you can ask to take a break, or stop completely."

"I'll be fine," the alien says, with more confidence than they actually feel.

"I'm sure you will," they say, placing a reassuring hand on its arm. "You may still have a gut instinct to resist the need to sneeze. My best advice is, let it happen. It won't hurt you. In fact, some donors have even reported the sensation of release to be quite pleasurable!"

"Okay," the alien says warily, settling back and letting out a long, slow breath.

"I'm just going to lock your arms into place here," the nurse says, carefully taking one of its hands. "You'll likely experience a reflextive urge to touch or rub your nose, but if you do so, that could inhibit my ability to collect the liquid." They snap a metal band over the alien's right wrist. "In case of emergancy, you can free yourself quite easily, by pressing this button right here." They guide the alien's slender index finger to a button embedded on the side of the arm wrest. "Is that alright?" It nods, and so the nurse locks its left writs into place as well. "Okay, lets begin."

The alien goes cross-eyed as it watches the nurse bring the instrument up to its nose. It gasps softly as it enters its right nostril.

"How's that?" the nurse asks.

"F-fine," the alien stutters. "Just feels odd."

"I'm sure it does," the nurse croons sympathetically. "Just a little farther, and then I'll switch it on."

The alien blinks rapidly as it feels the fine hairs brush against the back of their nasal passage. "What do you mean, turn it-"

Click! ...Bzzzzz

The alien draws in a sharp breath as the instrument begins to vibrate inside of them. All those little hairs, which up until this point had been little more than a strange sensation, are mercilessly teasing this alien's poor, poor nose. Its arms jerk, and slam against the restrains. "Ah, s-sorry," it pants, forcing its hands to relax again.

"Don't worry about it. That's what the cuffs a for!" The nurse begins working the instrument ever so slightly forwards and backwards. The alien lets out a low whine. "Feeling okay?"

"Tickly," they moan. "It really tih- ih! Oh!" They whimper in surprise as their voice snags. "What's hah... What's happenihh- happening?"

"You're just starting to hitch," the nurse says calmly. "That's a good sign."

"It ih'hihh... it- it is?"

"It means your body's getting ready to sneeze."

It's such a strange feeling, panting wildly like this. The alien is used to being in total control of their breath, and wasn't expecting to lose that control so quickly. It's a shock, each and every time their lungs snatch for more air without permission. It tries to explain to the nurse how unusual it feels, but it finds it can no longer form a single word, let alone a coherent sentence. "Ah... ah... hah... aheh! Heh! Hehhh..."

"That's it," the nurse soothes. "You're doing so well."

The alien's eyelids pinch shut, another alarming action beyond their control. "Hah! Ah! HAHH!"

"Nearly there." The nurse must feel it's frantic trembling beneath their touch, because they begin to raise their cup. "Let it all out."

"Heh..." It's head tips back. "Ha... heh! Hih! Heh'HEH- HAH'TISHYIEWW!" It's head snaps forward as the nurse slides their instrument out just in time. It teeters on the edge, hitching wildly as it feels the rim of the cup rest against the underside of it's nose. "Ah-hah-HAHH! Ah'TECHOO! Eh- Eh'TESHyoo! Ah... heh... unghhh..." It slumps back into its seat, panting hard.

"Well done!" the nurse says enthusastically.

The alien grins at them weakly, their eyelids cracking half-open.

The nurse presses their thumb and forefinger on either side of it's nose. "Blow for me."

It obeys, and feels liquid dripping out of it's nose as the nurse pinches and releases multiple times.

"Wow," they say, "that's quite the production!"

The alien can't help but feel proud, in a strange sort of way. "Are you going to do the other side now?" it asks.

"Are you ready for it?"

It nods. The nurse switches out their instrument for a fresh one, and though it knows what to expect, it's no less strange of a feeling. "Ohhh," it moans as the device starts to vibrate. Its nose must still be running, as the cup is brought back to their upper lip once more. "Ah- ahh... oh, it's c-coming," it stutters.

"You're a natural at this," the nurse says. "You know, with some patients, it'll take them ten minutes before they even start to hitch! But you gave me a lightning-fast little fit like it was no big deal, and now you're already gearing up for more." They put their hand on its arm affectionately. "My star student."

It flushs with pride, eyes beginning to water. "I cah- can feel it bihh... building!" they huff out eagerly.

"Good job," the nurse croons. "Is it gonna be big?"

"Mm-hm!" The alien tries to nod, but in doing so, it winds up taking the instrument the tiniest bit further inside. The result is instantaneous: a half-formed, itchy "Itsh!"

Somehow, the sweet little sneeze only makes its nose itch worse, and it quickly begin gasping into the next one. "Itch! -Tch! -Tish! Tichu! It'shuh! Ah... hah... hih!"

It draws one giant breath as the instrument slides out. "IHH! IH'CHOO! IP'TISHIIEH! IHT'ESHU! Ohhh.... gosh." It moans at the final release. Wow, that did feel kind of good, actually.

"Blow," the nurse instructs, as they pinch its nose once again. The liquid shoots out of them like a rocket.

It coughs once the nurse lets go, and accepts the tissue it's handed, cautiously dabbing at their buzzing nose.

"All done!" the nurse declairs, holding up the cup. "Thank you so much for your donation. You're free to go."

Still panting, the alien gets shakily to its feet. It hesitates by the door, then turns to face the nurse. "Uh... when can I book another appointment?"

The nurse beams at it. "When are you next free?"

[pastel-pollen]

If Simons soft little handies don't work well in helping him How does he feel about . Receiving outside help from say A friend. or somethingAsking for. Someone. ⚆﹏⁠⚆;

This ask and a few other similar ones gave me an excuse to doodle t h e s e

Basically Simon’s snout is extremely sensitive—you could give him much needed relief…or tease out an endless fit of sneezing, depending on the intention and how you go about it 🤭

[pastel-pollen]

Basically their relationship

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Yeah he’s overstimulated alright

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HAHA ITS HERE. A PART TWO OF THIS, featuring Pastel!! CW: mess, inducing, poor grammar/unedited work because the author is tired and horny, alien snz+talking about alien biology

"What's going to kill you in the process?"

Simon nearly jumped out of his skin at the unexpected voice. Fur bristling, he whirled around, fully prepared to come face to face with a human.

He was greeted by the sight of Pastel instead. He wondered how they got that close that fast, but he reasoned they must've snuck up on him while he was occupied with his sneezing fit. He found his fur flattening, "Oh. Its just you."

They sported the same t-shirt and cardigan they always wore, though this time the cardigan was blue, matching the sky above them almost perfectly. He squinted at them. Did Pastel just have a collection of the same exact cardigan in different colours? Did their clothes magically change colour? Maybe they weren't wearing clothes at all, and it was some sort of camouflaging exoskeleton. He huffed. With Pastel, anything was possible. It was best not to question it.

"No need to sound so disappointed." If Pastel was upset, it was impossible to tell. Their face remained as unchanging as ever as they turned their static smile towards Simon. "It's a wonder you're outside. Do you realize how high the pollen count is today?"

They didn't exactly sound too concerned over this. In fact, they sounded excited. Like they were well aware of the effect and looking forward to the results. Simon couldn't say he was surprised.

Simon sighed, "Well my intention was to get fresh air, but..." He waved his 'arm' around him vaguely, indicating the amount of invisible irritants in the air. "No such luck." Pastel finished for him, cheerful as ever. They stood there for a moment in silence together, watching the view. Despite the unrelenting allergens, it was a rather nice day. Plenty of sun, a pleasant breeze.

Earth was, admittedly, a very pretty place, and Simon wished he could enjoy it a little more. Unfortunately, this planet seemed hell bent on wrecking his immune system every minute it got. Maybe he'd adapt as time went on, but for now...

Pastel bent down and plucked a pollen-laden flower out of the tall grass, examining it. "Awfully pretty, aren't they?" Simon snuffled thickly. His snout hadn't stopped running since he had stepped outside, and he was having a hard time containing the mess. He wiped the underside of his snout with a squelching sound. "ghuh... If you say so." "Perhaps you'd like a closer look?" Pastel suggested sweetly, sidling up to Simon and holding the flower up under his nose. His snout immediately began to quiver upon contact, and he barely had time to react before he snapped forward, dissolving into a fit of itchy, messy sneezes, "ehH..ah...eh-Hh'EHHSHIIIEW!! AshhUUWw!! gh-ghsssSSHIEW!! ah....oh by god..huhhH...huH-AtCHiieWw! eh-ahh...ahuh...ESHH'eEW!!

Once he had finished, the flower in Pastel's hand was drenched from the spray, its petals scattered everywhere.

"You're a nuisance." Simon grumbled, shoving Pastel's hand away from his face. "This pollen has had me sneezing unprompted for hours, I promise you don't need to trigger more." He scowled, voice dripping with a mixture of sarcasm and congestion.

Pastel, to their credit, had the decency to look sheepish. At least, Simon thought that's what that expression was. It was hard to tell, considering their face basically stayed the same. "Sorry, got a little excited." They apologized. "Suppose we should go inside?" Simon sighed, "It's like you just can't help yourself sometimes." He muttered, but the frustration had already left him. He gestured for Pastel to lead the way, and they headed back home.

Once they had retreated into their cabin (making sure no humans or other earthly creatures were following them), Simon made a beeline for the couch. He sat down with a huff and watched Pastel bustle around the house, doing a million things at once. He would've offered to help, but he had learned the hard way that Pastel needed to keep busy at all times.

He recalled the time he had tried to convince Pastel to relax while he made them dinner for a change. They had gotten so antsy, Simon genuinely worried that they might explode.

He still helped around the house and made meals, but only in the morning and early afternoon, when Pastel was still sluggish. In the evenings, Pastel became a whirlwind of activity, and it was Simon's turn to relax. Whoever wasn't doing anything would often sit on the couch, providing company for the other. It was a nice rhythm, and Simon had come to rely on it. "Y'know...I could probably help you with that." Pastel suddenly said, interrupting his thoughts. They were gesturing at his snout, which hadn't stopped twitching since he had gone back inside.

The ticklish feeling had faded enough so that he wasn't sneezing anymore, but it was still present. A faint, fluttering inside his sinuses that caused the sensitive membranes to remain a stubborn shade of dusty pink. Obviously, it had been noticeable.

Simon hesitated, considering the implications of 'help.' The desire for relief won him over though, and if anyone could help him with this particular problem, it was Pastel. He sighed, "Oh, what the hell. Go ahead." Pastel let out a little delighted gasp and immediately bounded over, sitting next to Simon on the couch. They paused for a moment, looking to Simon for confirmation. When he nodded, they trilled in excitement, reaching out and cupping his snout in their fingers.

Simon snorted as the sensation sent tingles across the sensitive membrane, and he crinkled his nose instinctively. Pastel stroked the bridge, earning a quivering twitch from his antennae. His snout immediately turned a shade darker. "hn....th-that tickles...." Simon huffed, squirming as Pastel's feather light touch continued to tease him. Pastel glanced down at him, "That sensitive, huh?" They switched tactics, gently but firmly pinching Simon's snout in between two fingers. Immediately, Simon felt the tickle fade, and he sighed in relief. The flesh was soft and malleable, and Pastel made a small noise of delight at the discovery. "Squishy..." They murmured.

They pressed their knuckles against the underside of his snout experimentally. Simon's antennae perked upwards. Oh. That felt really good. The feeling of Pastel's fingers digging into that particular spot relieved a lot of the irritation all at once. Simon certainly wasn't able to do that himself. He immediately pushed his snout harder against Pastel's knuckles, the movement producing a squelching sound. Pastel giggled as Simon snuffled against their hand, rubbing his nose back and forth as he alleviated the itching. "That was bothering you, huh?"

Simon faltered, feeling a little embarrassed at the attention, but it was Pastel of all people. Yes, they were weird and annoying, but Simon trusted them. He could be vulnerable around them. He willed himself to relax, nodding. "Itchy right? want me to coax a few sneezes out?"

Simon immediately shot him an unimpressed look. "No, seriously!" Pastel insisted, "It might help. You probably still have pollen stuffed up your nose." Just the sheer mention of pollen made his breath hitch.

Or maybe it was because Pastel had began to absentmindedly thumbing the tip of his snout in light circles as he talked, and boy did that really tickle. "I...I ah...a-ahhUHh..." He huffed.

Pastel was, for once, completely oblivious to the effect they were having on Simon's nose as they continued. "I mean think about it, you inhaled a lot of those particles. A good sneeze or two would probably feel nice, don't you think? I know it'd definitely clear some of that congestion..." "P-Pastel you're gonna-ah...I-I'm gonna s-s...hh-snee...ehH--" his eyes screwed shut and his snout quivered. He took one last shaking inhale before a wet sneeze escaped him, thoroughly soaking Pastel's hands in a thick mess of spray. "H-hAhh...hhaAh-ahHHtsSSSHH'UuwW!!" "gGHssSSSHh'HUUwW!! ...ghuh..."

Pastel blinked, looking down at their drenched hands and shirt. Then at Simon, who was snuffling wetly and, admittedly, feeling a lot better.

They gave Simon something akin to a smug expression. "Well, I guess that proves my point." Simon rolled his eyes, "You're an idiot." "I'm your idiot." Pastel teased. Simon couldn't really argue with that.

[shy-sneezes]

I am so normal about non human snz. Reblog if you are also so normal about non human snz