Spitfire's Allergies

	“Ehh... Ehhh...” Spitfire pressed her hoof into her snout, trying desperately to stave off a sneeze. Her head tilted back, and she caught a glimpse of the sun. Her eyelashes fluttered and she nearly went over the edge, but instead simply took a large hitching breath. “HEHH...”

	“Eehh...” Now all she had to do was tilt her head back down, and get the sun out of her eyes before she exploded. However, the sneeze fought for every inch, and she had another close call before she finally lowered her head. “Hehh.. EHHHEHH! Hehh... Whoooo...”

	Spitfire's nose had been tickling all morning during practice, and now during the break, the tickle felt like it had grown tenfold. She couldn't imagine what was setting her allergies off. She normally took some over-the-counter medicine with her when the Wonderbolts performed in more rural areas, but she had never bothered when the team was practicing, or doing a show in Canterlot. The pills made her sleepy, so why should she take them if she didn't need them?

	Well, today, she needed them. She could feel the sneeze returning for round two. Spitfire wouldn't normally mind sneezing. It didn't embarrass her like it did some ponies. No, normally she would have let loose by now, and released one of her cataclysmic sneezes. Hell, she probably would have sneezed a few hours ago, before it even got to this point.

	However, there was one thing which was keeping her from letting go: the fact that her allergy sneezes never came alone. She knew that as soon as she let one sneeze escape, she wouldn't be able to resist the second, or the third, and soon, she would have to leave practice and go home.

	The sneeze returned in full force, and Spitfire raised a hoof to her nose and began to rub. She turned herself so that if her head tilted back again, she would be facing away from the morning sun. Her nostrils wiggled behind her hoof, and her tongue slid into her cheek, pressing against the inside as if it was trying to escape. Her eyes glazed over and the left one squinted almost shut. “Hehh... Ehhh...”

	If Spitfire had been looking in a mirror, it would have been over. Her face was the epitome of a pre-sneeze, and could she only see it, she would not have been able to concentrate on holding back. Luckily for her, there was nothing even remotely reflective in her field of view, which consisted of mostly the horizon as her head had tilted back again. “Gehh... EHHH!”

	Spitfire absolutely needed this sneeze. She was fighting the physical urge to lower her last defenses, and remove her hoof from her nose. She could feel her suit grow tight as she brought in more and more air, her lungs filling to appease the horrible tickle. “Nyehhh... Ehhehh.. Ehheehhehh...”

	She couldn't stop herself. The itch in her nostrils was just too great, and release was inevitable. In other words, Spitfire simply had no choice but to sneeze. She pressed her hoof hard into her nostrils, stifling. “hmmm...!”

	The sneeze was tiny, but the force of stifling racked Spitfire's body, pushing her back downwards and her hips up. This was a common occurrence for her, and she couldn't help it any more than she could help the sneeze which caused it. Her shapely ass pushed against the spandex she was wearing. If the team hadn't already been staring at her, they surely were now.

	Spitfire straightened back up, and prepared for a second sneeze. She didn't bother trying to hold back, as she knew it was useless. Her allergy sneezes never came alone. Instead, she focused all of her energy on trying to stifle. “Hehh... Ehhh.. hmmm-choo!”

	The second sneeze was bigger than the first. That was to be expected too, from precedent, and also due to the fact that her nose tickled to high heaven. More sneezes were coming. Spitfire once again straightened herself. She really wished that she could sneeze without so much body motion. Spitfire was the Captain of the Wonderbolts, and a national sex symbol. She knew full well what she was doing to the male members of her team, moving her hips up and down as she released.

	Speaking of which, she had to sneeze again. Her eyelashes fluttered as the sneeze built. She raised a hoof to her nose to aid in stifling, and she gave her nose a slight rub, hoping that maybe she could stop at two sneezes. But oh Celestia, she just had to release! “Hehhehhh... Hiichhizzmf! HrppxxCHIIOOOO!”

	The first sneeze caused Spitfire's back to arch, bringing her butt up, and the second sneeze contorted her further, pushing her rump even further against her suit. She hadn't been expecting a double, and thus she hadn't fully been able to stifle. Her nose was appeased slightly, and she was able to catch her breath, but she could still feel the tickle growing.

	“Ehh..” Spitfire raised a hoof to her nose, massaging. Surely four sneeze was enough, and she could stop now. Her head tilted back, and her lips curled as her mouth opened. She scrunched her nose, and her nostrils flared wide. She gave up, and prepared to stifle. “Ehhehhh... EHHEHH! Hiiiaachhhooooo!”

	There wasn't any reasoning with allergies. As Spitfire stood back up, she knew what needed to be done. She was going to have to leave practice early, and go home and shower. Showering in the locker room would just be cruel after the show she was unwillingly putting on.

	But first, before she could open her wings to head home, before she could even speak to tell her team that practice was over, she was going to need to release the monster that was living inside of her nostrils. No stifling. It was the only way for this fit to end, she knew. She had known from the beginning that if she sneezed once, this would happen.

	As if the sneeze had somehow understood her thoughts, Spitfire's nose started tickling worse than it had so far. Her face contorted into look of pure sneeziness. Her nose twitched, and her tongue pressed against her cheek. Her eyes lidded over. “Ehh... EHH... Ehhehhhehh!”

	“EhhHEHH!” Her lungs were going to need to fill up to release this one. Her front hoof, now free from its former job of sneeze smothering, fanned in front of her face. This was going to be big. She took a final breath, and went over the edge. “GGEHHEHHEHH! KEEERRRRTTIIIEEECHOOOOOO!!”

	The tremendous force of the sneeze caused her back to arch sharply, pushing her stomach into her knees. Her hips pushed outwards against her suit, stretching the fabric until... *rrrippppp* Her suit split, starting from the top of her ass, and stopping just in time to prevent anything more than a tiny peek of her most sensitive regions. She at least had the modesty to blush. With the tickle finally relieved, she could cancel practice and go home.