“What is this crap that you keep watching?”
The husky frowned, tilting his head back to glare at the voice’s source, a raccoon smaller than him. 
“It’s not crap.. Besides, it’s better than all that reality-nonsense you watch.” He retorted, snatching up the remote. The husky, Hunter, scooched aside to allow his roommate, Adam, to sit down. Both were of similar appearance, having grey fur with white patches and tertiary blobs of black. The most notable difference between the duo was their tails, with the husky having that stereotypical curl, and the racoon possessing a large, fluffy brush of a tail. Size also contrasted the roommates, with Hunter being quite the size bigger, with a fair amount of pudge. 

He was not ‘fat’ by any means, simply well-built. Most of his weight came from his rump, which was both the joke and the envy of the household. It was plump, and stuck out in a round shape, being that perfect combination of muscle and fat to form a soft, fluffy tush. Such details are important for later events..

“So.” The husky began, giving the remote a gentle tap with his paw to put the current program, detailing the lives of fishermen, on mute. “When were you planning on telling me you’d binged out on my entire shelf of the fridge?” He let the question linger in the air, before continuing. “You even drank my soy milk..- Who the fuck steals soy milk?!”

“I thought we had a drawer each.. And besides! I was hungry. I’ll pay you back, honestly.” The raccoon replied, slyly. He had no intentions of paying, Hunter would probably forget. 

“Yeah, damn right you will.” the husky grumbled, forehead wrinkling into a frown. “I had to have normal milk with my cereal this morning.” That last part certainly earned the reaction it was intended to have, with the raccoon going a little wide-eyed, shocked. 

“But you’re lactose..-”

“.. - Intolerant. Yep.” The husky’s ears perked up as his maw stretched into a little grin, pearly-whites on show. “And my stomach fucking hurts because of it. And you, my stripey friend, are going to ride this pain out with me!” he jeered, grabbing for the raccoon’s shoulders and adjusting himself into a squat of sorts.

“We all know what happened last time you drank milk. It’s your own fault!” Adam grumbled, shoving off the encroaching husky. Before he could respond further, Hunter’s hind legs expanded, propelling him forwards in a manner akin to a kangaroo. His crotch, covered by nothing but a tight-fitting, musky pair of boxer-briefs, connected squarely with Adam’s face, knocking him back in a flash of grey fur. 

The slim, fuzzy snout of the raccoon sank softly into the sweat-riddled fabric, his nose gently smooching against the source of all that smell; the husky’s manhood was firmly against his snout. With a grin, Hunter gently ruffled Adam’s fur, teasing him as he held the unsuspecting roommate in place with nothing more than his odorous crotch.

“Sorry about the smell, Adam. I should’ve showered after my workout. Maybe.” he cackled, offering a little grind against the ‘coon’s face. With his mouth smothered, all Adam could eek out was a series of muffled moans, which in turn had vibrations running through the husky’s briefs. He smirked, resisting doing anything too ‘mean’ - which was hard, given the growing bulge in his pants. The stiffening member poked at Adam’s cheek, but was the least of his worries. A guttural gurgle sounded from the pit of the husky’s digestive system, echoing out like a warning alarm. 

“Well, here goes.” The husky smirked, his tail raising up. With his crotch still engulfing Adam’s face, Hunter simply rocked forward a little, aimed his rump upwards, and pushed. The result of such was a rumbling, rancid “FRRRPTTTTTTTT” which vibrated harshly against the raccoon’s fluffy chest. “Aaaah..” Was all the guilty husky had to say. The thick smell seeped between his legs, wafting through the husky’s taint to Adam’s face, trickling through the musky fabric in a wave of hot gas.

The smell was nothing short of intense, smelling sharply of dairy products long past their expiry dates. Adam coughed into Hunter’s crotch, groaning loudly as his nose succumbed to the husky’s intestinal stench. He could still feel the heat of it lingering in the fabric of his shirt, and the fabric of the undies stretched around his nose.

Adam was given no time to recover as his olfactory torture continued. A raunchy, outrageous “PPPPPPFFFFPTPTPT!” reverberated against his chest, blowing back his fur in the blast. Once again, that smell oozed forwards, assaulting Adam’s nose with its humid odor. A fit of squirming and writhing began, but Adam was pinned beneath his roommate’s powerful thighs, unable to do much but choke on the fumes blasting from his buttcheeks.

“Mrrrrpphhh! Mrrrph!” Adam screamed, muffled mercilessly by the groin planted upon his visage. 
“What’s that? You’re not comfortable? Oh! Let me fix that for you!” Hunter declared, in a tone way too happy for the raccoon’s liking. With a twirl of fur, the husky had turned himself one hundred and eighty degrees, his rump hovering above Adam’s face..

Adam’s face was free from the husky’s crotch, but the terrifying sight of the source of all that stench still had him silent. Hunter’s ass was nothing short of perfect; it was plump, firm, and his underwear clung to it tightly. Its curves were in all the right places, muscle and fat forming a perfect tush. Two large cheeks were pressed firmly together, each one the same size as Adam’s face alone. But, despite the perfect sight it was, its effect on the other senses wasn’t so good. The smell emanating from Hunter’s rump was overwhelming to Adam’s sense of smell.

“Hope you’re ready, assface..” 

That was the last thing Adam would hear, before his face was plunged into darkness. A soft whimper escaped the raccoon, one that Hunter found both hilarious and oddly arousing, as he was smothered by the musky dogbutt. His snout, being rather narrow, slipped almost perfectly into place; his nose was planted snuggly between the two globes of the husky’s ass. Adam could feel the warm, plush buttcheeks pressing against the cheeks on his face, his head slowly being enveloped by ass-meat. Likewise, Hunter could feel the cold, wet surface of his roommate’s nose press up against his tailhole. He clenched, instinctively, which had his buttcheeks wrapping tightly around Adam’s skull, trapping him in place. 

With his nose now at the epicentre of the fart-quake that was about to unfold, Adam clenched his fists. Judging by all the gurgling going on ‘upstairs’, it wasn’t long until he’d be blasted with more flatus. In fact, it was mere seconds until he’d be forced to endure more. The raccoon could feel the soft, plump surface of the husky’s stinkstar pucker, distending outwards to allow the following burst passage. Hot, humid methane shot out with a ‘poof’, a vile SBD greeting Adam’s nose. With no oxygen at all to dilute the lactose intolerance fueled methane, the smell was beyond unbearable. 

Adam practically screamed into the posterior hugging his face, unable to do much else to cope with the offensive odor. His nose was burning and his eyes were watering; truly he was suffering a torture of the senses. Another fart followed, announcing its arrival with a “FRRRMPPPT”.The husky’s pudgy butt rumbled and jiggled against Adam, sending vibrations down his snout along with foul odors. He could feel the hot air stinging his eyes and staining his fur with the milk-induced stank. 

The husky’s stomach was a storm, putting out more and more swampy flatus for Adam to suffer through. He was now the victim of lactose intolerance, not Hunter. Hunter was simply giggling away, “Ooh’ing” and “Aah’ing” at each frrt, prrrp and brrrappp that he eeked out, knowing each one made things worse for his roommate. 

Hunter leaned back, resting against the arm of the couch and consequently forcing Adam’s nose a little deeper, parting his round cheeks even more. He gave a cheeky little wiggle of his bubblebutt and sighed. “Mmm. This is fun, wouldn’t you agree? Nothing like a -.. FRRRRRAAAPTTT..- Like a bitch to muffle my ass..” Adam couldn’t help but disagree, as the fart that had interrupted the husky’s sentence carried with it a thick, eggy stink, having been sat in the husky’s guts for a while. With his nose even deeper inside the husky’s derrière, Adam could feel the plump pucker of the husky poking out even more now. He even thought that his nose was going to slip inside it. How horrid that would be..

Adam’s torture continued like this for ten minutes, a near constant puffing coming from the quivering black pucker situated between the husky’s asscheeks. The wind smelled like absolute garbage at this point, the gas sat in the very depths of the husky’s guts finally bubbling out. Loud, bassy “BRRRNNTS” interrupted the constant flow of ripe flatus, sending rumbles down the raccoon’s nose and shivers down the husky’s spine, due to the subsequent relief.

Hunter, overjoyed with his newfound fart-cushion, hummed softly to himself as he made a grab for the nearest blanket; a fluffy, THICK stretch of fabric. He pulled it around the two of them, tucking it underneath Adam, especially the ‘coon’s head. Now enveloped in the blanket’s warmth, things under the husky’s musky, muscular bum started to turn hot and humid. 

“I couldn’t let you go without giving you the infamous dutch oven now, could I?” Hunter chuckled, giggling like a little schoolgirl at his malice. He, in a boyish fashion, slyly rocked to the side, crushing one side of Adam’s face under the added pressure and smothering him with the massive globes of his ass. With a leg raised up, he pushed. 

That’s all it took to make Adam suffer; a push. Oh, and a loud, teasing “Hnnnnggg!” too of course. What followed was fatal. Hunter leaned forwards to put pressure on his tummy, before ripping a rancid, wet “FRRRBLBLBLBLBLTTTTT” that had his buttocks slapping together at the force of it. Gas bubbled out the cleft of his ass, but most of the flatus barrelled straight down the raccoon’s nostrils. The limited space was rife with fumes and body heat, the ‘coon’s oxygen replaced with nothing but husky-gas. The blanket fluttered in the flatulent breeze, doing well to hold in all the farts. Hunter couldn’t hear Adam beneath the raunchy sounds of himself ripping ass; he didn’t care, at this point he just wanted to relieve his tummy. 

Adam’s olfactory and respiratory systems had been completely ruined by the storm coming out of Hunter’s butt, his lungs pumped full of gas and his nostrils burning at all the stench. Things became fuzzy, and his head spun. His squirming also ceased, replaced only by idle, pathetic flinches each time a loud “PLRRRBBBTT” interrupted the near-constant SBD puffing into his snout. 
Eventually, Hunter would give a belated sigh, finally relieved of the raunchy effects of his intolerance. His rump was still warm from all the passing of gas, now even muskier with sweat than before. Subsequent soft, bubbly poots still poofed out of his pucker, keeping the stench beneath the blankets ripe and fresh. However, he couldn't help but be impressed by Adam's tolerance of his buttfumes, but unfortunately the storm he had been forced to endure was too much for poor Adam. Slowly but surely, he began to slip into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness. But even then, the horrific, swampy reek of Hunter's ass haunted his dreams...

Perhaps, he'd learnt his lesson...