Bramblepoint [m] the body

One winter, Killdeer had been particularly congested. When the first flowers of spring bloomed, the pollen tickled his nose. And tickled. And tickled. Until one day, he emitted a sinus-clearing sneeze that knocked him on his ass and had him seeing stars.

That had been the best feeling ever, he'd thought, that godsent release.

He had been wrong.

I can't feel my paws, Killer thought, as he slid from her body and onto the ground. That was all he could think at the moment. Well, besides, "wow."

He soon noticed her demeanor, though, and his own cloud of bliss began to dissipate. Hey, what's the matter? he asked gently. Oh no. Did I do it wrong? 

Now he was thinking many thoughts, most of them being shitshitshit