Before Nate can utter anything in protest, the skunk rests his plump ass squarely down on the fox’s face. His cheeks mold around Nate’s snout, positioning it perfectly under Colt’s puckering ass. A faint odor of skunk oil and musk begins overtaking Nate’s senses as he feels his friend’s ass twitch and jiggle around.

“Usually I wouldn’t gas someone this close. It seems like overkill really,” Colt says leaning further forward, “but I think you’ve earned it.”

Nate’s muffled cries can be heard from under his friend’s rear.

MMHFFFHM—

He tries to push the skunk off him but to no avail. Colt laughs it off. He lets out of grunt that erupts into a loud—

*BRRRRRRRPPPPTHTHTHHH*

The fart strikes Nate’s nose dead-on. Assaulting it with a stream of putrid gas that causes him to gag. He starts coughing up the skunk’s fart, desperately trying to let in some fresher air.

“PH—EW! Damn, protein really does a number on me.” Colt fans the air. “And you too by the sounds of it! Bahaha.”

The poor fox struggles to squirm out from underneath. He feels his breathing get heavier. What doesn’t help is the sound of Colt’s stomach rumbling, following another—

*PPPPPHHHHHBTBTBTB!!*

The space between Colt’s ass and Nate’s face gets hotter. Nate shuts his eyes tight. The burn from his friend’s noxious blast feels as though it’s singing his eyes. He’s thankful the skunk decided to do this with his sweats still on. Though with how caked in sweat they are, it hardly matters.

Colt crinkles his nose. “How ya’ holding up down there, bud?” He briefly lifts his butt off of Nate’s face. Immediately Nate let’s out a gasp for air.

“COLT!! Please man— *cough* Get— *cough* off.”

“What’s the matter, are my farts too loud? Want me to— *BRRAP* keep it— *BRRRPTH* down?!” *BRRRAAAAAIP*

Nate’s too busy coughing up that last fart to notice Colt sit back down on his face again.

MMMMPPFHH—

“You don’t think I already know? I can hear you complaining on the phone, bro.” Colt presses his ass further, really trying to wedge the fox’s snout between his cheeks. “He brought another bitch home last night. The two of them were sooo looooud. Blah blah blah.”

Nate tries to squirm his way out. He grips the Colt’s legs tight. Almost digging his claws into the skunk’s fur.

“We’re supposed to be friends, Nate. You can talk to me if I’m bothering you. Talking behind my back like that really pisses me off.”

With those words Nate knew what’s in store. He buckles his legs as hard as he can, trying to throw the skunk off him.

“Ha, yeah you know what’s coming, don’t ya’?” Colt grabs Nate’s legs and firmly slams them on the ground. “These little puffs of air ain’t gonna cut it. Nah, you need a real fart. And you’re in the perfect spot for it too~”

Colt lifts his ass up off of Nate again and slowly starts to pull his pants and underwear down his legs. Nate trashes from side to side.

“Wa-w-wa-wAIT!! HEY hey, don’t man!! I’m sorry, alright?? Don’t do this!!”

“I warned ya’, since we first meet I told ya’ I got a zero tolerance policy for people that piss me off. Just cause we’re friends don’t mean I’ll go any easier on ya’. In fact, because we’re friends it hurts even more.” Colt grabs each one of his meaty cheeks and spreads them apart, revealing to Nate the skunk’s rank anus. Almost instantly the fox is struck by the musk. A reek of burning garbage and gym sweat overtakes him and his stomach churns and gags at the stench.

“You know the only other person I ever did this too was Ronnie, the QB that used to be on my team? The two of us really got into during halftime one game, don’t remember about what. But before the game resumed I tore a hole in my pants so that my asshole was showing when I bent down. I was on center and by the time Ronnie saw it was too late. The whistle blew and I blasted his face with so much gas he fell right over. He was clutching his stomach and puking. A few days after that he quit the team. Only ever saw him in the halls once or twice, and man did he look like that fart took years off his life.”

Nate’s continuing panic only pissed Colt off more. The skunk got his ass as close as he could without touching the fox’s nose, just to burn the image into his head.

“Quit fucking moving. You’re not getting outta’ this! That is unless— you’d be interested in something?”

Nate could barely focus on what his friend was saying. The fumes coming off of the skunk’s rump made him incredibly nauseous. The room feels like it’s circling around his head.

“I’ve always been sorta interested— in getting my ass ate. Just to see how it feels. Course, no one would ever go near my ass. But you— I don’t think you’re in much room to argue, ha ha.”

“The fuck— hell no! I’m not putting my tongue anywhere near your disgusting ass!” The fox protested, shutting his mouth as he’d as he can.

“Suit yourself. Hope you can hold your breath a while.”

And with that, Colt grunted hard and soon his ass bursted out—

*PPPPPPPBTTHTBTHBTHTBHHHBB!!*

The force of blast sent Nate’s hair flying back. His nose crinkling and scrunching far into his face. The smell was indescribable. The air had a heavy, damp, oily feel to it. Even though he hadn’t, Nate felt as though the skunk sprayed him point-blank. His eyes welled up and he couldn’t stop his nose from running.

Colt himself started gagging. “H-holy fuck, never mind, that one was way worse than what Ronnie had to deal with— *ack.*

Nate was barely conscious at this point. He felt his body get dizzier as the smell dragged him further down. All he can see is the blurry view of his friend’s exposed ass cheeks, before finally passing out from the stench.

“Theeere we go. Gotta’ say, you lasted a lot longer than I thought. Maybe you’re used to it, ha ha.”

Colt pulled up his pants and let one one last *BRRRRRPP* for good measure, fanning the air with his paw. He stands back up and admires the pure stank that’s filled their little two bedroom apartment. He turns around and picks up Nate, resting the fox back on the couch. He picks his controller back up and finishes Nate’s character off, winning the bet.

“Oh, almost forgot.” Colt runs into his room and comes back out with a pair of underwear in his hand. It looks old and used, almost stained with a slight brownish hue. He takes and good whiff and coughs. “Phew, yep, that’ll do.”

He lays the underwear directly over the fox’s face. Covering his nose with the awful smell of sweat and Colt’s previous farts.

Reminding Nate as soon as he wakes up again, that he’s in for a really awful month.