Colt and Nate have been neighbors all their lives. Nate’s a red fox. Bit lanky, usually in jeans and graphic tee. He spends plenty of time inside grinding out games late into the night.

Colt’s a striped skunk. He’s always been the heftier of the two. He tried out for more sports teams, worked out more, and never missed an opportunity to show off his strength to people. His build certainly helps. While not the tallest, Colt is a rather meaty skunk, especially where it counts. His legs are revered as being “tough enough to crush a watermelon” coupled with “an ass you can’t escape from.”

That last one was no joke. Colt has a reputation for ripping the rankest farts imaginable. He stalls out at least 4-5 games a season just so his farts can clear out the field. His locker is even positioned so far away from everyone else’s just so he can rip ass without fumigating his team. And he’s not embarrassed about it in the slightest. He remarks that it’s “a skunk’s job to make themselves feared.” And feared most people are. After all, you wouldn’t wanna be caught facing the wrong side of Colt.

Despite all this, Nate still manages to stay friends with him. Even he however isn’t immune to Colt’s farts. In fact, he’s probably taken the most of them out of anybody. Though Colt has backed off mindlessly farting on his friend in recent years.

Fast-forward and the two friends made plans to go to the same college together. Nate studying computer science, and Colt physical therapy. The two even rented out an apartment together. Things were going smoothly the first semester or so, but Nate noticed how much college started to change his friend. Colt spends nearly every weekend out partying, and then stumbling home randomly in the morning. Always accompanying someone he barely knew, but who looked pretty under some dim lights.

For a month straight Nate woke up to the sounds of Colt moaning in his room. He wanted to talk to his roommate about it, to tell him he needs to be more courteous. But considering the odor that wafts out of Colt’s room each time he opens the door, the fox remembers how poorly things will end up if he pisses the skunk off. That was when he hatched a plan.

“Yo, Colt, you got plans tonight?”

“Uh, nah. Why, what’s up?” The skunk looks up from his phone. He’s spread out on the couch, just from where Nate is standing he can already smell his roommates musty crotch.

“I wanted to practice a bit,” the fox sits on the furthest end of the couch and picks up a controller from the coffee table. “How’s about we fight each other, make a little bet out of it?”

“A bet? You’re gonna kick my ass, so no way.” Colt looks back down on his phone.

“What if, when you win, I’ll be on cleaning duty for the month. Dishes, vacuuming—“

“Laundry?” Colt interjects, giving the fox a sly grin.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll wash your smelly ass clothes. Maybe then you’ll stop stinking up the place so bad, ha ha.”

“Fair enough, and if you win?”

“You have to stop going out for a whole month. No parties, no bars, and no more random hook-ups.”

Colt looks around the room. Nate starts to worry. This is his only chance. If he doesn’t buy it, it’ll be more bed creaking and loud moaning for him.

“Ah, what the hell, you’re on.” The skunk says, sitting up and grabbing the other controller.

“Just don’t get pissed when I win, okay?” The fox perks up, his tail flicking side to side.

It’s a fighting game, similar to what you’d see in an arcade. The rules are a simple best of three match. Of course Nate has the upper-hand here, as he spends nearly every night playing online matches. While he’s not the best, he has a clear leg up on Colt.

Colt knows this going in, and what Nate isn’t particularly aware of is just how his roommate plans on winning this friendly little bet of theirs.

The first match goes fast, Colt gets completed bodied by Nate. Barely putting up a fight. The fox’s ears still perked and his tail swinging rhythmically in glee. The second match starts and while being combo’d, Colt leans to the side and—

*PPPFFFffffssssh*

The smell almost immediately hits Nate, who takes one paw off the controller to cover his nose.

“Eugh, jeez man, what the hell—“

While Nate’s looking over at his friend he doesn’t realize that Colt got the upper hand in the game. And before long the second match goes to Colt.

“Bullshit, you can’t just cheat like that!” Nate shouts.

“Not my fault you can’t handle a little fart. Y’know who you’re messing with, right?” The skunk playfully fans his ass, smirking.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I can smell you fine from here, thanks.”

Colt’s face tenses up, he’s not usually embarrassed about ripping ass around people, but with Nate it feels— different somehow.

Either way he can’t loose focus, it’s the final match. Colt tries his best but it looks like Nate’s gonna take the win.

“Might something add an extra when I win: no more farting. How’s that sound?” The fox chuckles. Colt on the other hand scowls, before Nate can land the final blow, Colt tackles him off the couch, pinning the fox on his back.

“We’ll I better get all my gas out now then, huh?” Colt says, spinning himself around and locking Nate into an arm bar.

“N—no-woah, NO! COLT!!” The fox squirms around, trying to break free. He doesn’t even recognize the position he’s being placed in. Colt’s ass peers above the fox’s muzzle threateningly. He shakes it side to side.

“Been a while since you’re seen this view, hasn’t it?” The skunk taunts. “Let’s jog your memory a bit.”