Author's Notes:

Smelly Rainbow Dash is probably a good place to start. This one might be a bit heavier on the wetting, but the person I initially wrote these for lost interest in it between this and the next chapter.

You're watching a race and cheering for your favorite racer - Rainbow Dash! You're her biggest fan and you love everything about her. How fast she is, how athletic she is, how loyal she is to her friends (though none of them except Applejack stand too close to her for some reason), and also how attractive she is. And after watching a few of her races, you notice that she doesn't get swarmed by fans, despite how many people in the audience cheer for her, and the announcer sets her trophy down on a pedestal and steps away before she takes it. You wonder what that's all about.

Rainbow Dash wins the race yet again, much to the applause of the audience. After she claims her trophy, people go home, but you're interested to stick around and talk to her. If she's all right with it. As usual, no one goes near her. At first you wonder if it's because she might physically attack you. But then you remember, no, she's not like that. There must be some other reason.

Soon the racetrack is deserted, except for you and her. She opens a cooler she brought with her, pulls out a 2-liter bottle of Applejack's carbonated cider, and drinks it like there's no tomorrow. You slowly walk up to her. She's soaked in sweat from running her race on this hot summer day, no wonder she's drinking so fast. Her short, skintight black spandex shorts and matching sports bra are soaked through, her beautiful blue athletic legs are glistening, and even her rainbow hair is dripping. You can't help but think of how sexy she looks like this, but try to remember you're here to approach her as a fan first.

Rainbow Dash finishes drinking her cider, and you speak up.

"Rainbow Dash?"

She turns to face you. "Yes?" BUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! She chuckles. "Scuse me... drinking all that soda at once will do that."

"I don't mind." You actually think it's kind of cute, but you have more of a thing for farts, though you're sure she's probably above farting in front of anyone. "I want to say, I'm your biggest fan."

"Awesome," she says.

"I'm Anon," you say. You walk up to her and hold out your hand to shake. As you do, you catch a whiff of a very unpleasant smell that seems to be coming from her.

"I'm... well you already know who I am," she says, shaking your hand. "And sorry about the smell. I don't wash much. Just once every two weeks. And even then I only rinse. I like it better that way. I do use dry shampoo on my hair though so I can feel it blow in the wind when I run."

You take another whiff of her. "I don't mind the smell. Is that why no one stands close to you?"

"Don't mind it?" she says. "So far only Applejack at the farm can stand it, and that's cause she deals with horse manure a lot. Even my other friends don't stand too near me unless there's air freshener in the room, which there usually is. I can tell you'll be fun to hang out with. I like you."

"And I like a smelly girl," you say. You blush. Did you just say that out loud? "Uh... forget I said that. That just slipped out."

Rainbow just smiles. "I've never met someone who actually likes my smell. I like that too."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I've kinda fantasized about it for a while." She stretches her arms, and you get a whiff of her smelly armpits. You inhale deeply through your nose, and she seems to like this reaction. Then...

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!

She chuckles. "Sorry about that... my diet consists of beans and other food that makes me fart. And when I bring sodas, I put fart powder in them, cause I love to fart. I didn't think someone would be talking to me after the race."

You're excited at hearing Rainbow Dash fart so loud. "I really, REALLY don't mind."

"Oh, you have a thing for farts too, don't you?" she says. A short but loud fart makes its way out of her.

"Yes. If that's all right."

"Of course it is!" She lifts her leg and farts again, sighing of relief. "It means I can fart in front of you all I want!" PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRT!

"I'd love that," you say.

"What do you say we go to my place and hang out?"

"That sounds awesome!"

"If you don't mind me stinking up the house."

"Quite the opposite."

You walk beside Rainbow Dash as she walks to her house. She farts several times along the way, and you enjoy both this and smelling her as she walks beside you. You never expected to get her to like you this much right away. Let alone to satisfy two of your fetishes.

You enter her house, which looks surprisingly neat for such a dirty girl.

"What do you say we watch some Daring Do movies?" she asks.

"That sounds fun," you say, for you like those movies too. You're not surprised Rainbow likes them.

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRT! A loud, long, deep-pitched fart makes its way out of Rainbow's butt.

"Nice one, Rainbow," you say, slapping her butt. She turns around, and you blush a little, hoping she isn't offended. You just couldn't help yourself.

Rainbow Dash looks a little surprised, but then smiles, blushing a little. She quickly runs behind you and slaps your butt back. You blush, but you like it. It's also a good sign that she's doing something like this to you, and not out of malice.

She farts again. You both laugh, and then sit down on the couch and start watching your Daring Do movie.

"You don't mind if I fart during the movie, do you?" she asks.

"Not in the least," you say.

You enjoy watching the movie sitting beside the girl of your dreams. You love the way she smells, and hearing her fart, sitting right next to you.

About half an hour into the movie, she stands up, stretching her arms. You get a whiff of her armpits, and stand up, sniffing them up close.

"Careful around the armpits," she says. "I'm real ticklish."

"Oh, you are, are you?" You start tickling her armpits, and she starts laughing uncontrollably. You alternate between tickling her sides and armpits, letting her catch her breath for a few seconds.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'M GONNA PEE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

You keep tickling, and before long Rainbow Dash is peeing her stinky shorts uncontrollably. As soon as you see her wet herself you stop tickling and blush. You like the sight of her wetting her shorts, but you're not sure she likes it and hope you can make it up to her.

"Sorry Dashie... I didn't think you really had to go."

"That's what I was standing up for." Rainbow Dash is blushing as she continues to wet herself, pee flowing down her smelly legs and forming a puddle on the floor.

You remember she drank an entire two-liter bottle of cider. "I'm really sorry. I can understand if you didn't want to be with me anymore."

"I should be saying that. A world-class athlete and racing champion who wets herself when she gets tickled? I'm so pathetic." She tears up a little, still peeing.

"I'd never think that about you. You're awesome, even when you wet yourself."

"R... Really?"

"As a matter of fact..." You blush again.

"What?"

"I really like seeing you wet yourself."

She looks relieved to hear this, and lets out a sigh of absolute relief as she finishes peeing. She looks down at her puddle. "I'd better clean this up."

"I'll help. I made you wet yourself."

"I don't mind so much now. I'm already real dirty anyway, so a little pee can't hurt. Or a lot." She chuckles and farts again.

You help her clean up her puddle anyway, then you sit on the couch and continue your movie.

"Don't you want to sit on a towel?" you ask her.

"I sit on this cushion in dirty shorts all the time. Sometimes even when I'm covered in mud."

"I guess it's all right then."

"So, you're into watersports too?"

"Yeah. I wasn't trying to make you wet yourself though. I wouldn't do that to you."

"I don't mind if you do it again." She blushes lightly.

"Really?"

She farts loudly. PPPPPPFFFFFFFFT! "Like I said, a little pee can't hurt when I'm this dirty already. Just don't do it when anyone else is around." She feels her wet shorts, and you suspect she took some pleasure in her accident, which you do now as well.

You continue to watch Daring Do movies, and she keeps farting. This is amazing, watching a movie with Rainbow Dash, who smells bad, loves to fart, and doesn't mind wetting herself.

Eventually, you feel a need to pee. You stand up. "I have to go to the bathroom," you say.

Rainbow pauses the movie. "Go ahead."

As you walk to the bathroom, Rainbow suddenly starts tickling you from behind. You start laughing hard, feeling close to pissing yourself every second.

"RAINBOW HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M GONNA PEE HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"You mean like I did?" Rainbow keeps tickling harder.

Soon, you're wetting your pants. You notice this in the middle of laughing, feeling the warm, wet sensation. You can't stop peeing or laughing, as hard as you try.

She stops tickling after you finish peeing. "Did you like that?"

You blush a little at peeing yourself in front of her. But you remember you made her wet herself and she's all right with it. It gives you quite a thrill to have an accident in front of her. "Good one, Rainbow Dash," you say.

"Wait, you didn't bring a change of clothes, did you? No matter. You can rinse off in my shower. There's a pool in my backyard, if anyone asks you just went for a swim with me and forgot your swimsuit."

"Sounds good." You slap her butt, which makes her fart loudly. "Nice one, Dashie."

She chuckles. "I'm gonna get something to drink. Want something?"

"What do you got?"

"Coke, Sprite, and some of Applejack's carbonated cider."

"I'll have a Sprite then."

Rainbow goes to her drink fridge and returns with a large bottle of cider and a can of Sprite. She opens the cider, sprinkles a bit of fart powder into it, and then you sit on the couch and resume your movie. Rainbow chugs down her bottle of cider really fast, before you're even halfway done your Sprite.

"Wow, you really love your cider, don't you?" you say.

"Hay yeah." BUUUUUUUUUUURP! She chuckles. "Do you have a thing for that too?"

"I do like it a bit, but my fetish is for farts."

"Well fortunately I put some fart powder in here so I'll be doing that a lot for a while." She farts loudly, and you both laugh.

Just over a half hour in, she's fidgeting. "I know what I said before, but this time can you not make me wet myself?"

"Sure," you say, wanting to respect her wishes.

Another half hour in, the movie you're on is over, and she's really fidgeting. "Ooh... I have to go, bad!"

"Why aren't you using the bathroom?" you ask.

"I want to see how long I can hold it," she says. "It's a good test of my endurance, and it's pretty fun. And knowing I'm about to pee in my shorts, but not having to feel ashamed of it. Besides..." She accidentally farts as she squrims. "You might like seeing me desperate." She chuckles.

"I do," you say.

"Don't tickle me or anything, but enjoy the show, I'm holding till the end and not moving from this couch until I pee!"

She's enjoying her hold so much, and you're enjoying watching it, that you don't even think of putting in the next Daring Do movie. Occasionally she farts accidentally. After another hour...

"Oh... I've never had to pee this badly before!" she says. "Usually I go right away, or else get tickled into wetting myself." She winks at you.

"Want another drink?" you ask.

"Sure. Just be quick, I don't want you to miss it if I wet myself."

You run down to Rainbow's fridge, and grab a can of coke and bring it to her. Rainbow is still crossing her legs and fidgeting with a pained expression on her face. You open the coke, which sprays you cause you ran all this way with it. The sight of it makes Rainbow more uncomfortable. You hand her the coke, still dripping, and she downs the can of coke in a matter of seconds.

About another half hour later, you're feeling a need to pee from your Sprite. "I have to pee," you say.

"Be quick about it," she says. "I REALLY have to pee and I don't know how much longer I can hold it!" She closes her eyes tight.

You don't want to miss the end of Rainbow's hold. So you just pee where you're sitting, re-wetting your pants and sighing of relief.

"Ooh..." Rainbow cringes at the sight and sound of you wetting yourself. "I just leaked a little..."

"Oh, is that interfering with your hold?"

"Actually, I kind of like it. Besides, you look real cute when you pee your pants."

You blush lightly, then Rainbow continues squirming where she sits.

In another half hour, Rainbow's fidgeting harder than ever. "Ooh... I REALLY don't think I can hold it... I've never experienced this level of desperation before... I'm gonna burst!"

"Keep holding, Dashie!" you say, greatly enjoying this, and super excited for the end result.

She farts again, and you can hear her leak for about five seconds. She groans, and then, you can hear the much louder sound of her peeing full force. Once she realizes she's completely lost control she uncrosses her legs and sighs in relief as she wets her shorts for the second time. The hissing sound is loud, her stream must be pretty strong. Her shorts are getting completely soaked, as is the cushion where she's sitting. She lets out a wet fart in the middle of peeing, and chuckles.

"Having fun, Dashie?" you ask, simply loving the sight of this.

Rainbow Dash only lets out a moan of pleasure, which answers your question. After about a minute, she finishes peeing. Her shorts are absolutely drenched and smell of pee in addition to body odor and farts.

"I never knew wetting myself could be so fun." She lets out a long, wet fart. "I enjoyed that too much. I need a spanking." She winks at you.

"Over my lap," you say.

She pauses for about a second, probably considering asking you if you want to put a towel over your lap first, before remembering your pants are wet too, as she climbs over your lap. You love the sight of her pee-soaked tush in those skintight shorts. More so with how she smells. You raise your hand, but instead of spanking her, you place your hand on her butt and rub it. Rainbow doesn't object or tell you to get on with the spanking, so she's probably enjoying it. Or just wants you to have your fun. You love the way her rear end feels. It feels so firm, and also wet and grimy.

BBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAP!

She chuckles as a loud fart makes its way out of her. You can smell it over her own stench, and you just inhale deeply with your nose, patting her on the butt lightly.

"How hard do you want it?" you ask.

"As hard as you can!" she says. PPPPPFFFFT!

You rest your hand on her butt for a few seconds, then raise your hand and spank her as hard as you can. You swat her rear again, and again, and again. She lets out little exclamations each time, but it's pretty clear she's enjoying it as much as you are.

"This is what happens to dirty girls who pee in their shorts," you say, continuing to slap her behind.

"I couldn't help it," she says, playing along. "I really needed to go!"

You spank her again, which makes her fart. PPPPPRRRRRRT!

"Hey, no farting during the spanking, you stinky farty girl!" You spank her again.

"I'm real gassy, I can't help it." *pprrrt*

After about a minute, you ask "How long do you want this to go on for?" While still spanking her at a steady pace.

"Until I tell you to stop," she says. "Or until your arms get too tired."

"So, you're into spanking."

"I've always fantasized about someone doing that to me. Not a lot of people want to go near me, of course, but you not only don't mind my smell or my farts, but like them. And I can tell you really like my butt too, so I don't have to worry about you getting bored with this." She farts again with the next swat.

"All I have to worry about is if you'll be able to sit for a week by the time you tell me to stop," you say.

"You can give me a butt massage after," she says. "If you're fine handling a smelly, farty, pee-soaked butt like mine."

"Do you even have to ask?" you say.

Another minute later she says "All right, that's enough."

You stop spanking her. She gets off your lap, sits on the couch and stands up. "Ow." She rubs her butt.

"Was that too hard?"

"Not at all. But now I need that butt massage." She gets down on all fours.

You start rubbing her butt. As usual, you love how it feels, more so wet. You make a mental note to do this to her when she's not soaked with pee, to see how it feels dry but dirty.

"Ahhhh..." Rainbow is really enjoying this. She farts in your face and chuckles while you inhale deeply.

You keep caressing her rear, and she keeps farting in your face non-stop. About a minute in, she lets out a loud, long, deep-pitched fart that you can actually feel blowing against your face.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!

Rainbow sighs in relief. "How did you like that?"

"I loved it," you say, rubbing her filthy, smelly behind more vigorously than before.

A few more minutes later, you're still rubbing her butt, and she's still farting.

"How would you like to stay the night with me?"

"I'd love to."

"Want to sleep in my bed with me or the spare room?"

"Your bed, if that's all right."

She farts and chuckles.

"It's almost supper time," you say.

You and Rainbow discuss what to have for supper, and she prepares a meal you both like. She includes beans in her meal. Once you've eaten supper, you sit back on the couch and watch another Daring Do movie. During the movie, Rainbow wets herself again.

For the rest of the night, Rainbow keeps farting, and whenever she has to go she just does it in her shorts. Whenever you have to pee you go in your pants too.

Finally, it's time for bed. Rainbow climbs into the bed in her heavily soiled state and you climb in with her. The room is quickly full of the smell of her body odor and pee, and you love it.

"How about we shower together?" she asks you. "I rinse off for the week, and no one will be able to tell you wet yourself when you walk home."

"Sounds good," you say.

"And one more thing."

"Yeah?"

PPPPPFFFFFFFFFT! "Ahhhhh..."

...

A month goes by. Rainbow Dash skips her biweekly rinse so she smells even worse than she did last month.

You're over at her house again. As soon as you enter, you immediately notice the foul smell.

"Good morning, Rainbow Dash," you say.

"Good morning Anon," Rainbow Dash says. Waves of visible stench are coming off her. "What do you wanna do first?"

"How about go into an empty closet and sniff you?"

"Good idea."

You enter an empty closet in one of her spare rooms.

"I just ran a race, so I'm real sweaty," she says. She stretches her arms, and the smell that fills the closet intensifies.

"Phew, Rainbow Dash," you say. You lean in and sniff her armpits. You can't get enough of the powerful stench.

Then she sits down and removes her socks so you can smell her feet. You sniff each foot up close. They smell as horrible as her armpits. You can imagine Rarity would faint if she were to smell them.

Then she gets on all fours and you rub her butt. As you do this, you sniff her butt. It smells only slightly better than her armpits and feet, but still smells awful. She lets out a series of boisterous wet farts in your face.

"I've been holding those in since you started sniffing my armpits," she says. BBBBRRRRRRT!

You appreciate that, for you love it when she farts in your face. Even though you can't even smell the farts over her anymore.

After a few minutes, you stop rubbing her rear and lay on your back. Rainbow Dash recognizes the signal and sits on your face. You love the feeling of your face pressed firmly against her butt in dirty, grimy, smelly shorts.

Several explosive wet farts make their way out of her. You absolutely love this, and don't want it to stop.

But, almost ten minutes later, she gets up and sits down next to you.

"Aw, is it over already?" you ask.

"Yeah, but we can stay in here as long as you like," she says.

You stay inside for another hour, occasionally sniffing her or massaging her butt, and at one point she wets her stinky shorts.