When most people tell you what it is about canines they love so much, some will say it is because of their undying loyalty to their master's. Others say it is because they make great family pets. Some saying they make fantastic hunting partners. While I agree with these claims, they are not the reason dogs are my favorite animal. Oh no. It is simply because of their sensitive sense of smell and Chance here is no exception to this. This little scamp is more than happy to huff in his master's fumes, whether it be musk or gas his nose will work it into his system. His fluff makes possibly the most comfortable seat out of any of my other pets, as well as make him a very literal stink rag. It is because of these reasons he sits in the realm of "Master's Favorite Pets."

"Whoo, that was a tough workout." I said to myself. I had just recently gotten back from my daily 6-mile run and just finished post-workout exercises. My body was thoroughly soaked from head to toe in sweat and I reeked like a dumpster fire. It's certainly a good thing I have just the rag to help me with this particular occasion. I threw my phone down on my couch and walked over to my pets' door. I opened up the door, ignoring my other pets as I walked over to my oh so wonderful puffball of a rag who sat obediently in his cage. Like the others, this one is naked and bears a light blue collar with the words "Stink Rag" finely stitched on the front. His name, legally, is Chance, but I feel Stink Rag is much more fitting for this multi-colored fur pet.

While his fur is mostly white, he also has light blue highlights on his head, hands, and tail that are mostly faded now. He has a grey coloring from his chest down to his lower inner thighs. Black fur in the shape of a crescent on his back formed the letter "C", no doubt due to his name. The little rag looked up to me as I walked up to his cage, his bright blue colored eyes gleaming in the ceiling lights as he did.

"Master!" the rag shouted up at his sweaty owner. I leaned down and unlock his cage to let him out. The husky rushed out of his cage on all fours to my backside. "WAIT!" I shouted at him. While he is a good pet, he tends to get overeager. He still needs to learn when to wait and when to service. The fluffy one sat behind me, tail wagging and an eager look on his face. I turned to walk out of the room and motioned for the pet to follow suit. 

We walked down the hall over to my living room and in front of my beige sectional couch. I looked back to little Stink Rag, still behind me and eager to please. "Smell." I commanded him, pointing to my ever so great butt. His face lit up as he dove snout first into my rump and up against my anus to take his first big whiff of his master's aroma straight from the source. A bit cold to the touch, but nothing I couldn't handle.

I saw long beads of my sweat drip off my buttocks and on to little Chance's fur, though this did not affect his efforts in the least. Nothing would keep this rag from getting his fill of his owner's stink. His eyes went back into his head with his second intake. Each following breath he took was followed up by a moan of pleasure at the feeling of pure musk entered his nostrils and sunk into his lungs. Stink as potent as mine would normally make a person faint at the slightest smell, but Chance takes it all in like a champ.

I felt a slight pressure build-up in my lower intestines, no doubt a little "gift" for my lovely little pet. I grunted as I pushed out a pleasant: PPRRRBBBRRRRTT! right in Chance's face as he took another breath. The little rascal moaned extra loud as he gladly sniffed up the miasma. He lifted his paws up and planted them on each of my cheeks, a big no-no. I twist myself around."NO TOUCHING!" I snapped at the rag with a look of fury on my face. NO pet of mine was ever allowed to touch my luxurious body with their filthy mitts without my verbal permission. The puffball's ears fell back as he ducked his head whimpering. 

"S-Sorry m-m-master..." the pathetic mutt muttered. "You dare touch me again and you will be sleeping in the closet with the skunk! GOT IT?" I threatened him. "Yes, master..." Stink Rag replied. "Good. Now get on the couch." The pooch scrambled up on the couch away from me and sat on his knees, waiting for my next order. I picked up my phone I left on the couch laid down on my stomach and turned to my pet. I once again pointed to my butt. "Dig." I demanded him. His face lit up again as he burrows his snout back into its home. 

The second I felt his nose nestle up against my tail hole, I rewarded him with a couple of putrid: FFRRRPPPPTT! PRRRBBBBTT!

His huffs turned to snorts, much like a pig, making sure every molecule of my gas entered his nostrils. I folded my legs around my pet's head and drag it deeper into my crevice, trapping him in my hot sweaty crack and blocking out any fresh air. 

I brought my attention back to my phone and opened up a music playing app. Nothing fit the mood more than some nice relaxing "Sunset in the 12th House". I placed my phone on top of the armrest and laid my head down, treating little Chance to a bubbly gas bomb in his face for him to inhale. 

The couch felt... much more comfortable than usual. So soft and cozy. Meanwhile, having one of my pet's faces shoved in my ass and forced to breathe in my natural aroma was fairly calming. My eyes began fluttering as I dozed off with the last thing I hear is Stink Rag's snorting. 

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I woke up later in the day, feeling a bit dazed from the sudden nap I had taken. I looked back to make sure Chance was still in his place. There he laid, still muzzle deep in his master's butt as it should be, sniffing away like it was nobody's business. His face must be soaked by now. I indulged him with another fart: bbrruuUUUMMMFFFTT! 

The mutt muffled exults could be heard from betwixt his confinement at the knowledge of his master's awakening. I turned back to my phone to check the time. I smiled as I realized I took a satisfying 6-hour nap. I unfolded my legs from Chance's head and reached over to pull his head out.

His fur was drooping from the amount of sweat it soaked up. Visible stink clouds formed around both his face and my butt. The mutt's tongue dangled out of his mouth as he panted out of pure joy from experiencing my scent for so long. "Good boy Stink Rag." I told him. His tail began to wag excitedly at his master's reinforcement. 

I took my hand off his head and stood up to stretch. My body was feeling a bit stiff from sleeping on the couch due to me being so used to sleeping in my exceptionally soft bed. I stretched my arms, back, legs, neck, etc. The faint sound of whining spewed from Stink Rag behind me. I looked back to see him sitting on his knees impatiently with a look of gloom on his face. I rolled my eyes at him, he seriously couldn't wait a minute or two for me to finish stretching? 

His whining came to a halt as I turned about to face him once more. "Lay down." I commanded him. Without hesitation, Stink Rag threw himself down on his back, fully presenting himself to his loving master. "Good boy." I praise him with a smile on my face. I faced away from him and bestowed my wondrous hindquarters to little Chance. I could practically hear his heart racing and his thoughts screaming out, begging for me to take a seat on his face. Who was I to deny the slut of his wishes?

I brought my weight down and planted my buttocks firmly on the rag's face. His tail thumped against the couch cushions as it wagged with glee. His soft cloud-like fur made for such a fine cushion, one deserving of an ass like mine upon it. I shifted around a bit, grinding and wiggling atop the canine's face as I settled in for a long sit.

"Clean." I commanded Stink Rag. His tongue immediately went to work as my command registered in his head, lapping up at my putrid anus. I shuddered slightly at his saliva coated tongue working my sphincter. A slut would not be useful if they were not able to make their master's asshole glisten like the ocean. He swirled around it like an ice cream cone, slurping up the drops of sweat that slipped down it and even partially slipping his tongue inside.

BBRROOOOPPPPTT!

A fresh juicy toot spewed from my bowels straight into Stink Rag's mouth. He swallowed it all with a loud gulp as he continued his slurping session. 

PRRRRPPT!
FFRRRRRTT!
PBRRTT!
ffuuRRTTT!

Bit by bit I filled Chance's lungs with pure methane. Each toot was appreciated with a hearty moan and a loud gulp. His lungs surely burning from the intense heat of Luxray stink and farts. Never once did he complain. He lapped and happily and guzzled down each fart I delivered him with a big fat smile on his face. "I could sit here and expel gas in his mouth all day long." I thought to myself. Why not? I had nowhere else to be and my other pets can wait for their turn to service their magnificent master. I sat my full weight down on Stink Rag's face before giving him another mouthful of hot fumes. Surely he wouldn't mind staying under me for a the next day or so.