The werewolf sat down, smothering you under his rank ass. His legs were pinning your arms down so you were in more of a pin, you could breathe, but with his butt in your face you wish you couldn't. He rubs his butt up and down against your face, farting a few times.
"Get off!" you shout, but your words were lost in his hind end. "What was that?" asked the werewolf, on the verge of a laughing fit. He lifted his hindquarters off you to were you could speak, but you were still in a very uncomfortable position. At first your a bit frieghtend of telling off a creature which could easily tear you to shreds, but your starting to wonder if that would be a better fate than being stuck under here.
"I said get off," you say a bit quieter, still a bit scared. "O.K," he says easily, but doesn't move. "So are you getting off of me?" you ask. "I will," he says, "if you stuff your nose in the seat of my pants and take a few whiffs," "but," you sputter, "what would that accomplish?" " It would accomplish me getting my butt out of your face, unless you'd rather it stay their of course," he says lowering his rear to your face threateningly.
"O.K O.K," you say, not wanting to experience that again, ever. "O.K," he says raising his rear up a bit. You reluctantly stick your nose to his tail and sit their in that awkward position. "A little bit more downward," he says laughing a bit, "and I said sniff," You groan, but do as he says, inhaling the horrible stench. "Perfect, " he says, and unleashes a huge burst of flatulence right as your sniffing, and gets off of you laughing.
You roll over and groan in disgust, as he continues laughing at his horrible joke...