You've occasionally crossed paths with a girl you find really attractive, mostly at the park, the bakery, and the candy store. She's funny, playful, and energetic. Most days she's wearing a white and pink T-shirt and short, tight jean shorts that look really good on her. You can't help but look at her butt whenever her back is turned to you.

And as if that wasn't enough, sometimes she farts a lot. She always giggles afterwards, showing no shame whatsoever. You really like a girl who thinks it's fun to fart.

One day, you see her in the park, in her outfit described above, sitting on the grass eating some cupcakes. You decide today is the day you tell her how you feel. Your heart is always beating really fast when you're around her. You quietly take some steps towards her, then stop, feeling nervous. What if she rejects you? What if she gets weirded out by how much you love to see her fart? What if-

"Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie! What's your name?"

You jump and turn around. She's standing right there, with a smile on her face and looking very interested in you.

"Hi, Pinkie Pie. I'm Anon." You sniff. There is a foul smell in the air that seems to be coming from her. "Did you... um... fart or something?"

She giggles. "No, I just haven't washed for two weeks. Or changed out of this outfit, even to sleep."

"That explains it." Now that you get a closer look at her, her arms, legs, shorts, and T-shirt look a little dirty and grimy.

"You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all." You inhale deeply through your nose.

"You really like smelly girls, don't you?" She grins.

"Um... Yes. I hope you're not weirded out by it."

"Of course not, silly. I've seen you around. I think you're real cute, and I know you stare at my tushie a lot and love it when I fart."

You blush. "How..."

"Just a hunch. Or maybe I can sense it. I don't know. What I do know is you'd be real fun to hang out with." She blushes a little.

"In that case, I'd love to hang out with you."

Pinkie squeals. "We're gonna have so much fun! And I don't have to worry about putting you off by farting cause I know you like it. Ooh! You could even do stuff to my tushie! I really like that, but no one wants to go anywhere near my rear end cause I fart so much."

"I can hardly wait. If you don't mind me asking, why haven't you washed for two weeks? Is your shower broken or something?"

"No, I just felt like it." She giggles.

You remember how random she can be. You've seen her play in a fountain, belly flop into a mud puddle, sit on a cake, and once you even saw her fill an inflatable pool with cake frosting in the soccer field, dive into it fully clothed, and devour the frosting within a minute. You know you're going to have a fun time with her.

"Wanna come over to my house?"

"I'd love to."

So the two of you walk down the sidewalk. As Pinkie walks, a visible stench is coming from her. You can smell her easily standing right next to her, and you love it.

"Mind if I lead the way?" Pinkie asks. "We'll have plenty of time to chat when we're there."

"Not at all," you say.

Pinkie walks in front of you and you walk behind her. Not only are you now standing downwind of her and getting a bigger whiff of her, but you also get a view of her butt. This is the closest you've ever been to her from behind and you love the sight of her bottom in those tight, dirty, stinky shorts. You get the feeling Pinkie chose to walk ahead of you specifically to give you a view of it.

As you're walking down a block that she says her house is on, she farts loudly. She turns her head and giggles.

You can't smell her fart over her, but you love her farting so close to you all the same. You can't help but slap her butt. You blush a little. "Sorry Pinkie."

"What for? I told you I love buttplay!" She swats her own rear with a wide grin on her face.

Soon you reach her house. She removes her shoes, and more visible stench seems to be coming from her feet, and her white socks with pink stripes at the top look very dirty.

"First, refreshments all around!" Pinkie pours two large glasses of soda. She takes a container of some kind of powder and sprinkles it into one glass, then hands the other glass to you.

You take a few gulps of soda. "What did you put in your cup?"

Pinkie finishes guzzling her soda in seconds. "Fart powder!"

"Ooh, I can't wait till it takes effect." You finish drinking your soda.

"Wanna have some fun now?"

"Sure. What first?"

"My tushie hurts from slapping it earlier. It needs a massage." She gets on all fours.

Your heart beating really fast, you position yourself next to Pinkie's rear end. You love the sight of it right in front of your face. Then you put your hands on her butt and start rubbing it. Her shorts feel so dirty and a bit damp. But while they smell absolutely foul, you pick up no hints of a pee or poop smell. So she does pull them down to use the toilet, and wipe.

PPPPPPPPFFFFFRRRRRT!

She giggles as you inhale this long, loud, high-pitched fart. Though, again, she smells so bad that you can barely pick up the fart smell. You pat her butt lightly then resume caressing her behind. As you continue to do so, she lets loose with a flurry of short, loud, wet farts.

"Okay, that's good," says Pinkie after five minutes.

You stop rubbing her butt and press your face directly against it. You're pretty sure at this point she won't mind.

Sure enough, she giggles. Then she goes rigid for a minute, then...

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRT!

She giggles at this loud, long, deep-pitched fart. You're really excited to have her fart in your face like that, while your face is pressed against her dirty, smelly rear end.

Suddenly she whips her butt hard enough to throw you on your back, then goes over to you and sits on your face. You can't believe it. You love this even more than the position you were in five seconds ago. The smell is intense right now, but you love it, not to mention the feeling of her butt on your face.

"Ooh... I'm really gassy now," says Pinkie. "Tap me with your fingers twice if you think you can handle it."

Without a moment's hesitation you tap her on the back twice with her fingers. She giggles and unleashes a series of explosive wet farts on your face. You think the smell would be enough to knock out anyone else. But you're loving this so much, you feel if you faint it will be from excitement.

After about five minutes she stands up. "Did you like that?" she asks. A short fart makes its way out of her.

"I loved it," you say, standing up. You look at her dirty socks. "Mind if I smell your feet?"

She giggles, sits down, and removes her socks. You can see more visible stench coming from her feet now. You take one of her feet and sniff it. It smells even worse than her butt, even when she's farting.

"What do you think?" she asks, smiling, and farting again.

"I love the way your feet smell," you say.

"I knew you would. Just be careful, I'm REAL ticklish.

You grab both Pinkie's feet, holding them in place with your left arm, and with your head close enough to them to smell them closely, tickle them with your right hand.

Pinkie starts laughing uncontrollably, and you keep tickling her feet vigorously until she wets her shorts.

"Oops... Sorry, Pinkie," you say.

Pinkie giggles. "It's all right. That was kinda funny." She lets out a sputtering wet fart sitting in her puddle, and laughs at how it sounds.

"So, now what?" you ask.

"I dunno." Pinkie stretches her arms, and a very unpleasant smell reaches your nose. Well, it's not unpleasant to you.

"How about I sniff your armpits?"

"If you think you can handle it." She giggles and raises her arms again.

You sniff her armpits closely. They smell just as bad as her feet. So you sniff as deeply as you can. Pinkie can tell how much you're enjoying this, and giggles.

After alternating between sniffing both her armpits, getting a long whiff of the foul smell emanating from them, you stop.

"Wanna watch some Daring Do movies?" she asks.

"That sounds fun," you say.

So the two of you sit on the couch watching movies. You love sitting right next to her when she smells like that, and when she's farting repeatedly. And you can tell she's really having fun with this too.

...

Two more weeks go by. Pinkie continues to not wash or change her filthy clothes, aside from washing her hands of course. Some nights you stay over at her house, and you love sleeping in the same bed as her when she smells really bad. Whenever she's at the stores or with her other friends she's wearing an air freshener necklace that her friend Rarity designed so they don't have to put up with her smell, while allowing both you and her to enjoy her stinkiness.

Soon it's been a month since Pinkie stopped washing, and you're over at her house once again. She's not wearing her air freshener necklace so waves of visible stench are coming off her. Her arms, legs, T-shirt, and shorts look dirtier than two weeks ago.

"Wanna go into the closet of the spare room?" she asks.

"I'd love to," you say.

You walk into the spare room closet, which is big enough to walk around a bit, but still fairly small. Pinkie closes the closet door and instantly the closet is full of her smell. You inhale deeply.

Pinkie gets on all fours with her butt facing you. "My tushie's not gonna rub itself," she says.

You start massaging her rear. It smells as bad as her armpits and feet did two weeks ago. She farts in your face repeatedly. Once you're done the butt massage, you lay on your back and she sits on your face. The smell was already overpowering but now your face is pressed against her dirty, grimy rear end. She lets out some long, high-pitched, wet farts.

Then once you've had your fill of this, she removes her socks and lets you sniff her feet. They smell so bad you think anyone else would faint, even a skunk. But you love smelly girls so much that it makes you excited rather than nauseated.

Then she lifts her arms, and the smell intensifies if that was even possible. You press your face into her armpit and sniff deeply. Pinkie giggles as you take absolute pleasure in the smell of her armpits.

You spend a whole hour in there sniffing her and having a fun conversation with her before you decide you've had your fun, and you step out of the closet. A huge cloud of visible stench rushes out when she opens the door. Of course, as you walk to the kitchen, there is still a visible stench coming off her.

"If I ever decide to wash, you won't lose interest, will you?" Pinkie asks.

"Of course not," you say. "I love it when you smell bad but even if you didn't you're still fun to be around. Plus there's still the buttplay and farting."

She giggles. "Yeah, I don't think I'll ever stop farting."

"Besides, if you ever do decide you want to wash, I wouldn't mind giving you a bath in that stinky outfit."

She giggles again. "I wouldn't mind that either. Just make sure you scrub my tushie a lot." She farts.

"Don't worry, I will."

"And it is fun to fart in the tub."

"I'm looking forward to that."