Life with the common cold? Unpleasant, but tolerable. Life with the horn flu? Much, much worse. Barely able to read, unable to use magic without it backfiring, and quite possibly the most miserable she's ever been, Twilight is convinced life cannot get any worse. At least, not until her nose starts talking back to her with all the refinement of Ponyville's resident fashionista and double the sass. Held hostage by her schnoz until its demands are met, Twilight must cater to her captor's whims, or forever be driven insane by a sneeze that just won't come.

Rated Teen for suggestive dialogue and delusional shipping. Wasn't entirely sure how to tag this, so if something needs to be added or removed, let me know.
Credit for the art goes to: here-for-the-ponies of DeviantArt