Author's Notes:

Couldn't resist doing one for the sirens too, especially since someone I know really likes Adagio. I'll be doing Sonata and Aria later.

One day you enter a bar, to find three familiar girls sitting there: Adagio Dazzle, Sonata Dusk, and Aria Blaze. They look absolutely filthy, and a visible stench is coming from them. You can't help but go over to them.

"Hi," you say.

"Go away," says Adagio.

"You really smell."

"We haven't washed or changed out of these outfits since we lost our power."

"That was two months ago!"

"Yeah, so you don't want to go near us."

"I don't mind. But you've been a bad girl. You need a spanking." You sit down at a nearby chair, put Adagio over your knee, and slap her butt. It feels so soft and looks so cute in those short purple shorts with light purple leggings underneath.

Adagio makes no attempt to resist. Sonata giggles while Aria snorts. You spank her again and again and again. You get the feeling from the sounds she makes that she enjoys it.

Once you're done, Adagio stands up. "My butt really hurts. If you like it so much, you should give me a butt massage to recover from that."

This sounds promising. "All right. Where should we go for that?"

"Let's go to my house. Aria, Sonata, you drink here on your own, and try not to kill each other."

Aria and Sonata give each other looks, then take a sip of their beer. Adagio leads you to her house. You love standing behind her the whole way, both to get a view of her butt and for her smell to waft in your direction. The visible stench continues to come off her as she walks.

Soon you reach Adagio's house. As soon as you're inside, Adagio gets on all fours, and you start rubbing her butt. Her shorts feel so dirty and grimy, and very damp, but you love the soft feeling of her tush against her hands. You sniff her butt up close. It smells absolutely foul, but you love it.

"You're enjoying this as much as I am, aren't you?" she says.

"Yes," you say. "I have a thing for smelly girls and butts."

PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFT!

"If you're gonna get near my butt, you'll have to get used to that." She chuckles.

"I have a thing for farts too."

"Then you will be my personal butt masseuse from now on." She farts in your face again, sighing of relief.

After about five minutes, she says "That's enough. Now lay down."

You lay on your back.

"If you like my smelly rear end so much, let's see if you can handle this." She sits on your face.

You love having her filthy, stinky butt pressed against your face. You continue to breathe in through your nose, enjoying every second of her foul stench. She releases a series of wet farts in your face, and you take absolute pleasure in it.

After another five minutes or so, she stands up. "Impressive, you're the first person I did this to who didn't faint."

"Anyone else would, but I love such a foul smell coming from a pretty girl so much that I can't possibly feel disgusted."

"Now might be a good time to mention we haven't used toilet paper since we lost our power."

"That's really hot."

"Think you might be up for smelling my armpits?"

"Sure."

She stretches her arms, and already you're hit with a stench even worse than that of her butt. You sniff her armpits up close, and let out a sigh of pleasure.

"You are really enjoying this. Let's make it more fun and go into my closet."

You enter her closet and she closes the door. The closet is instantly full of her stench, which you feel could kill any rats or cockroaches if they were in there. But to you it's like a sauna. She raises her arms and you sniff her armpits again.

"Want to smell my feet now?" she asks.

"Sure," you say.

She sits down, farts, and removes her shoes and socks. A new wave of visible stench comes off her feet, and you sniff them up close. Multiple times you inhale the pungent stench through your nose, and exhale in a sigh of pleasure.

"It is kind of fun to have someone enjoy my smell rather than be disgusted by it," she says. BBBRRRRRRT!

"And it's really fun to smell you," you say. "Think you might... give up your evil ways?"

"There's not much in the way of trouble we can do now other than stink up places," she says.

"You can stink up my place all you want."

"Ooh... I have to go to the bathroom. I had a few beers before you came, though it wasn't enough to get me drunk."

"Can we stay in here a little while longer?"

"If you want. You should know, we've been peeing our pants ever since we stopped washing."

"I don't mind. You can go right here if you want."

Adagio smiles and wets her pants. A soft hissing sound is heard as a puddle grows on the carpet under her, while you continue sniffing her stinky feet.

"Feel better?" You ask her.

"Much better. Want to sleep in my bed tonight?"

"Sure."

BBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAP!

You sniff deeply. "I can't even smell that over your feet."

"Want to smell my armpits again?" Adagio raises her arms. You sniff her armpits closely, taking in the stench that would make a skunk faint. Adagio seems to be enjoying this as much as you.

After about ten minutes, she farts loudly and says "How would you like to smell my butt again?" She gets on all fours with her butt facing you, and slaps her butt playfully.

You immediately sniff her butt. You love the way it smells and the sight of it in front of her face. How dirty her outfit is makes it even more enjoyable for you. You start rubbing her butt again, sniffing the entire time and sighing of pleasure.

As you rub her behind, she lets loose with a flurry of wet farts. After a particularly long, loud, or wet fart you slap her butt playfully before you resume rubbing it.

"This is a lot more fun than putting people under my spell," she says. "How are you holding up?"

"I could do this all day," you say, patting her butt lightly before she lets out another fart.

After another ten minutes or so, she says "That's probably enough." She opens the closet and walks outside. You walk after her as the visible stench rushes out of the closet.

Adagio cooks dinner for you, letting you pick your favorite meal of what she has while she cooks some beans for herself. You grin at the sight of this knowing how much more she is going to fart tonight.

Sure enough, as you sit on the couch watching a movie, she lets out several wet farts, and she wets herself again. You love sitting next to her while she's smelling like that and farting.

Eventually, it gets late and you both climb into her bed.

"Sorry about the dampness," she says. "First thing I do when I wake up is pee. Before I get out of bed."

"Again, I don't mind," you say. You cuddle close to her under the covers, once again taking in her smell, as she farts repeatedly before you fall asleep.