You've taken up a job at Sweet Apple Acres, helping Applejack out around the farm. It's hard work sometimes, but you love every moment of it.

Applejack is one of the least feminine girls you know, but she's probably the most attractive country girl you know. You love the sight of her legs glistening with sweat, the way her butt looks in those short, tight jean cutoffs, especially damp or soaked with sweat. Occasionally she gives you a smile while you're behind her, as if she knows you like her butt and doesn't mind.

There's one more thing you really like about her but didn't want to mention it to her because you were afraid she'd be weirded out. She smells really bad, because she only washes once every two weeks, and that's just a rinse without soap. You have a thing for smelly girls.

She also doesn't change out of that outfit, so it's quite dirty, especially since she's gotten mud on it several times, and also peed in her shorts a few times when she refused to take a bathroom break while working on hot days where she would drink a lot. You admire how unashamed she was of that when it happened. She's also unashamed of farting in front of you. That's another one of your fetishes, but she always seems unamused when Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie fart. She does always use toilet paper and she hasn't messed herself.

One day, you and Applejack finish the work around the farm. You drink some apple juice and sit under a tree to rest.

"You did a mighty fine job there," said Applejack.

"Thanks," you say. You look at the smelly, sweat-soaked cowgirl sitting beside you and blush. You can easily smell her, and your heart is beating so fast.

Applejack smiles a bit. "Sorry 'bout the smell. Ah hope that doesn't put you off none."

"Oh, no, not at all," you say. "I really like you no matter how you smell."

She blushes lightly too. Does she feel the same way about you?

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRT!

"Ahhhh," she sighs in relief after this loud fart.

You blush beet red. Applejack notices, and a smile comes to her face again.

"You like to see me fart, don't ya?"

"Um... Yes."

"Good, cause you're gonna hear it a lot when I eat beans for supper. If you wanna stay over, of course."

"I'd love to."

"Great. What would you like for supper?"

You tell her, then the two of you make your way to the kitchen. The house is empty aside from you two because Apple Bloom is on a camping trip with Sweetie Belle, Big Mac is on his honeymoon with Sugar Belle, and Granny Smith is visiting Goldie Delicious.

"You know, since it's just us tonight, maybe you could give me a spankin' and a butt massage," says Applejack.

You blush beet red again. "If you really want them, then sure."

"You don't have to pretend. Ah can tell you really like mah behind. And if you really don't mind me fartin', or how ah smell, ah really like spankin's and butt massages."

"I more than don't mind how you smell," you say. If ever there was a time to say it, now is it. "I kind of have a thing for smelly girls."

"Is that so?" She raises her arms, and a visible stench flows from her armpits directly towards you.

You catch a whiff of the pungent odor and sigh in satisfaction.

Applejack smiles. "The rest of mah family doesn't mind the smell, but you're the first person I met who actually enjoys it."

"Mind if I sniff your armpits closer?"

"Not at all, sugarcube."

You sniff Applejack's armpits. You imagine the stench would be enough to make a skunk nauseous. But you love it so much coming from her that you can't feel disgusted.

After a bit of armpit sniffing, Applejack cooks some beans for her and the supper of your choice.

After supper, Applejack says "What'd you say if we went into that empty shed just outside the barn for the rest of our activities?"

"That sounds great," you say.

"And if we ever have to put anythin' in there, I'll build another one just for us."

"Sounds good."

You walk outside, and Applejack carries a chair with her.

"What's that for?" you ask.

"For you to sit on when you spank me."

"Right."

You enter the shed, and she closes the door. It is empty, and there is plenty of room for both of you. But it is small enough that as soon as the door is closed, Applejack's stench fills the entire area.

"That's not too much for you, is it, sugarcube?"

"There is no such thing as too much for me."

She farts loudly. "I'm a bad smelly farty girl. Ah need a spankin'."

You sit on the chair, and Applejack climbs over your knee. You pause, taking in the moment. Applejack is laying over your lap, smelling as foul as she usually does, and you get to slap her butt in those sweaty, stinky jean shorts.

"Any second now," Applejack says.

You slap her butt. And again. And again. You take great pleasure in this, and from Applejack's reactions you can tell she does too. Occasionally a swat makes her fart, which makes the experience even more enjoyable, though she and the shed smell so bad already you barely notice a fart smell with it.

After about 24 swats, she says "All right, time for the butt massage now." And gets on all fours.

You start massaging her rear. You love the way it feels in your hands. Especially in those dirty, grimy, smelly shorts she never washes. You sniff her butt closely, and let out another sigh of satisfaction.

"Glad you're enjoyin' yourself as much as I am, sugarcube," she says. She unleashes a barrage of boisterous wet farts in your face, and you take pleasure in each and every second of it.

After several minutes, she says "That's enough. How would you like to smell my feet now?"

"I'd love to. Do they smell as bad as your armpits?"

"You be the judge of that." Applejack removes her boots and socks, unleashing a new wave of visible stench.

You sniff her foot up close. "They smell even worse than your armpits!"

"That's not surprisin', seein' how hard I've been workin'."

You inhale deeply through her nose. She chuckles and farts again.

"Anything kinky you'd like to do?" you ask her.

"Right now just havin' someone sniff me, the buttplay, and fartin' on you is satisfyin' enough."

"If you're having as much fun as me, then awesome." You take another whiff of her feet.

"Well, there is one thing I always wanted to try, and I think you'll like it too."

"Ooh, what is it?"

"Lay on your back."

You do as you're told, your heart beating fast. What is it she has in mind?

Applejack sits on your face, pressing it against her dirty, foul-smelling rear end. You kick your legs rapidly and make muffled sounds.

She lifts her butt up. "Is that too much for you?"

"Only if you mean does it make me really excited! Please continue!"

She smiles and sits back on your face. You breathe deeply through your nose, taking in the smell of her butt and her filthy shorts. This is more than you could have asked for. You just hope she hasn't run out of gas.

No sooner did you think this than Applejack farts on you repeatedly, all her farts loud, boisterous, and wet. You've never been so excited in your life. Applejack is the girl of your dreams.

You stay like this for five minutes or so before she stands up. "All right, that's enough. How do you feel?"

"That was amazing," you say.

"Then we'll have to do it again next time," she says.

You walk out of the shed, a huge cloud of stink waves coming out as soon as the door is open. As you walk back to her house, a visible stench is coming off Applejack like it always does.

"Wanna sleep in my bed with me tonight?" she asks. She farts again.

"I'd love to," you say.

That night, you climb into bed with Applejack, who stays in her usual outfit rather than changing into pajamas. You love laying next to her smelling like that, and fall asleep within minutes.

Author's Notes:

In case you want to know what shirt she wears, it's a white and green T-shirt.