Smolder and Silverstream's Kinky Days

Chapters

First Kinky Night
Wet Tea Party
Desperate Soccer Game
After the Game
Smelly Smolder
Smolder's New Underwear

First Kinky Night

Author's Note

Smolder will be wearing a relatively tight orange T-shirt and tight jeans, and Silverstream will be wearing a light pinkish-purple tank top (the same color as her hippogriff counterpart's feathers, but covering her entire midriff) and short, tight jean shorts.

I am trying to not go with any specific outfit depicted in fanart, but I saw more than one depiction of Smolder in jeans and Silverstream in jean shorts so I'm comfortable going with them, and their shirts are ones I'd have come up with on my own cause they seem right for them.

First Kinky Night

Smolder and Silverstream were having a party at Silverstream's house. They always had fun hanging out with their friends from their high school days, but of all her friends, Smolder liked Silverstream the most. She was sure she liked her more than as a best friend, although she didn't want to tell her. She thought Silverstream was cute and funny, even though she sometimes wet herself from excitement, or from laughing too hard. This was in part because she usually tried to hold it, as she was having so much fun she didn't want to stop to use the bathroom. Besides, Smolder thought it was funny when characters wet themselves in movies.

Silverstream and Smolder had both had beans for dinner together before the party. They were just drinking a lot of punch when Smolder accidentally farted.

PPPPPPFFFFFFFT!

Smolder blushed. Although she was a tomboy, she was also a "tough" girl, and found it as humiliating to fart as if she was a lady like Rarity. Everyone knew she liked fart jokes and other gross-out stuff in movies, but she had enough pride that she didn't like to be seen doing it herself.

Silverstream started to laugh so hard Smolder thought she was going to have another one of her accidents.

"It's not funny!" said Smolder. She farted again and hung her head in shame.

"Yes it is!" said Silverstream. "And you think it is when someone else farts!"

Smolder sighed, and groaned as she tried to hold in her next big fart.

"Aw, don't feel bad!" said Silverstream once she stopped laughing, her shorts still dry. "I'm laughing WITH you, not AT you. We all fart, so we might as well enjoy it! Here!" Silverstream lifted her leg.

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRT!

Silverstream resumed laughing, this time at her own fart, which was higher-pitched than Smolder's. Smolder started to relax, and chuckled. Maybe it was this that kept her from holding it in, or maybe she felt enough at ease to voluntarily let go, she wasn't sure. All she was sure about was that her next fart was longer, deeper-pitched, and stinkier than the last two.

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!

Silverstream giggled. "See? Just let it out! It's really fun! Besides, beans will do that to you!" She slapped Smolder's butt playfully, causing Smolder to fart again. Then Silverstream farted louder, still as high-pitched as before.

"I bet I can fart louder than you," said Smolder.

Silverstream squealed with excitement. "I always wanted to have a farting contest!"

Smolder lifted her leg.

PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRT!

This fart was a little longer, and slightly higher-pitched than her last fart, and also slightly quieter.

"My turn!" Silverstream turned around and stuck out her butt.

Her rear end looks cute, thought Smolder.

PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRT!

Silverstream farted for five seconds. This fart was louder than Smolder's last fart, and a bit wetter.

"I could get used to this," said Smolder. "Wait a minute." She waited for a few seconds, until the pressure got more intense. "All right, get a load of this!"

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

Silverstream would have stood with her mouth wide open in amazement, if she wasn't laying on her back laughing, accidentally letting a few short, wet farts, at the sound of this boisterous fart that lasted seven seconds.

Smolder felt her butt, and was relieved that it felt dry. Farting was one thing, but messing herself would be too much.

"Looks like you're winning!" said Silverstream. "I told you it'd be fun! Ooh! I should try what you did! Then I might fart for longer!" She waited about 30 seconds, then she felt another big fart coming. "Here it comes!" Silverstream lay on her back and raised her legs in the air, causing Smolder to feel more aroused.

FFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!

A loud, slightly deeper-pitched fart made its way out of her, and it continued for eight seconds. Smolder was amazed that someone as beautiful as Silverstream could fart for so long. And she was sure this was louder than her latest fart.

Silverstream giggled. "My shorts are gonna stink for a long time, never mind my underwear!" She giggled.

"Mind if I take a look to see if you made a mess in them?" asked Smolder.

"I don't think I did, but sure." She turned around.

Her heart beating fast, Smolder examined Silverstream's butt, rubbing it for a bit, and sniffed. Her shorts smelled of farts, but not of poop, and she couldn't see a stain. She rubbed Silverstream's butt longer than she needed to, liking the way it felt, and Silverstream didn't seem to mind. Once Smolder had enough, she slapped Silverstream's butt. "Nope, you're good!"

Silverstream giggled. She liked having her butt slapped.

Smolder lifted her leg and let out a very loud, very wet fart that lasted five seconds.

"Uh-oh," said Smolder.

"What?"

"I think I soiled myself."

"Want me to check?"

"Yeah." Smolder turned around.

Silverstream examined Smolder's butt up close. She felt it a bit with her hands, and then sniffed it. Her jeans also smelled of farts, but only farts. She loved being this close to Smolder's butt. It was about the size of Sunset Shimmer's butt, yet firmer.

PPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRT!

Silverstream fell on her butt, but Smolder's sudden fart wasn't over yet. She farted for six seconds, but this was the loudest fart yet, and this contest was for volume, not length.

Smolder chuckled. "How'd you like that?"

Once Silverstream recovered from the smell, she laughed. "Nice one, Smolder! I think you won our little contest. But let me try one more time!" Still in sitting position, she grunted and let out a fart that was about as loud as her last fart, but a bit deeper-pitched and wetter. "Nope! You win! As loser, I deserve a spanking."

Did I really just hear that? She's asking me to spank her? "As you wish." Smolder put Silverstream over her lap and slapped her butt. Silverstream squealed with excitement at each swat. Smolder spanked Silverstream ten times, and set her down. "You're real weird, Silverstream," Smolder chuckled.

"I know." Silverstream giggled.

They continued their party, drinking a lot more punch. Silverstream had drank a lot of soda before coming to the party. When she and Smolder were sitting on the floor playing cards, the sudden urge to pee hit her, but she decided to hold it because she was having so much fun.

"What do you say we go see the new Daring Do movie tomorrow?" Smolder suggested. "Then let's race up and down the stairs at the park?"

Silverstream was so excited she wet her shorts. As soon as she realized her crotch had suddenly gotten warm and wet, and that her butt was starting to get soaked as well, she paused, and then giggled. "Whoops!"

Smolder watched as Silverstream's shorts darkened and a puddle grew rapidly under her where she sat. "Wanna go change?" she said.

"Nah, a little pee never hurt anyone!" Silverstream giggled. Smolder still hadn't gotten used to how unashamed Silverstream was of wetting herself. She even seemed to find it funny. How could she feel so casual or amused about something so embarrassing? Farting was one thing but this was another entirely.

Once Silverstream finished peeing, she mopped up her puddle and continued the party in her wet shorts.

About half an hour later, they were on the couch playing Halo. Smolder suddenly felt the punch hit her.

"I'll be right back," said Smolder, putting both hands on her crotch.

"Is everything all right?" asked Silverstream.

"I have to pee real bad." Smolder started to run for the bathroom, holding herself with one hand.

Silverstream ran up behind Smolder. Though Smolder was more athletic, Silverstream was faster, and she caught up to her, grabbed her from behind, and started tickling her sides.

Smolder was extremely ticklish and started to laugh uncontrollably. "Hahahahaha! Silverstream stop! Hahahahaha! I have to pee! Hahahahahaha!"

"Does someone have to go potty?" Silverstream tickled harder, and Smolder laughed harder.

In seconds, she was soaking her jeans. The wet spot on her crotch expanded rapidly, and soon the legs of her jeans were wet. Smolder barely noticed that she was having an accident and continued to laugh as Silverstream kept tickling. After a while a puddle began to form at her feet.

Smolder peed for about 30 seconds, and Silverstream stopped tickling about ten seconds after she was finished. Smolder was breathing heavily, having secretly enjoyed being tickled. She then fully realized how warm and wet she felt. She felt her pants and blushed beet red. She couldn't believe she had wet her pants in front of the girl she liked. "Silverstream, look what you made me do!"

"It's not so bad," said Silverstream. "I wet myself all the time and I think it's funny, so why can't you?"

Smolder looked down at Silverstream's wet shorts. "I guess... It was kind of funny, wasn't it?" She chuckled. She had to admit the warm wetness did feel nice, too. She was used to getting wet with water or even mud while wearing outfits like jeans or shorts, so this wouldn't cause her too much discomfort. "Just promise not to tell anyone."

"Don't worry, this stays between the two of us! I'll even clean up your puddle."

After Silverstream mopped up Smolder's puddle, they continued their party. Smolder stayed in her wet pants, surprised to find she didn't really mind it as much as she thought she would.

About an hour of fun later, they were watching TV. Their pants were still damp and smelled bad, and by now Silverstream needed to pee again. She decided to hold it as usual, waiting until the last possible second - or something caused her to lose it.

As it so happened, it was then that Smolder let out a loud fart.

PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRT!

Silverstream started to laugh.

"Be careful you don't have an accident," Smolder teased.

But Silverstream was already peeing, re-wetting her shorts and soaking the already-stained seat of the couch. She stopped laughing and peeing, felt how warm and wet her shorts were, shrugged, and let the rest of it out, giggling.

Smolder waited until Silverstream was finished, and said "You need a spanking for wetting yourself."

"Actually, YOU need a spanking for MAKING me wet myself!" Silverstream put Smolder over her knee, reached under her to pull her zipper down, and pulled down her pants.

Smolder blushed beet red. "What are you doing?"

"Nice underwear, Smolder!" She was wearing a white pair of panties that was yellow at the crotch, between the legs, and on the lower butt. Silverstream raised her hand and slapped Smolder's butt.

Smolder winced with each swat, but had to admit to herself that as humiliating as this was, she was enjoying this a bit. After her behind was slapped the sixth time, she peed a little, but held the rest of it in. She wondered, with Silverstream asking her to spank her, making her wet herself, and then pulling her pants down and spanking her... did Silverstream feel the same way about her?

Once Silverstream was done spanking Smolder, she let her get up.

"I have to pee," said Smolder.

"Just go in your underwear," Silverstream said cheerfully.

"I'm not gonna wet myself twice in one day." Smolder waddled to the bathroom with her pants still down and around her ankles. She closed the door, not locking it behind her. She was about to pull down her panties, when she stopped. She was already wet, so surely this couldn't hurt. She sat on the toilet with her underwear still up and peed. She sighed of relief, taking a naughty pleasure in the fact that she was peeing her underwear, as well as enjoying the warm release.

She farted before she was done peeing. Her panties were completely soaked and yellowed. She pulled her damp jeans up and looked in the toilet. The water was very yellow. She knew she'd probably smell, but hoped Silverstream would think this was from her first wetting.

She walked out of the bathroom. "I made it," she said.

"Ooh, that's great!" Silverstream slapped Smolder's butt playfully. "That felt a bit wetter than it should have."

Smolder blushed lightly. "I may have peed in my underwear again."

Silverstream giggled, and Smolder laughed along with her.

They continued their party before they got tired and went to sleep in sleeping bags, without changing out of their wet pants. They drank a lot of punch before bed but hadn't bothered to use the bathroom, so they woke up very wet. They sat up at the same time, realized that they had both wet the bed, and laughed.

Wet Tea Party

A few days later, Smolder sighed and entered Silverstream's house. She usually loved hanging out with her, but today she was going to do something very boring. But she owed it to Silverstream for going through a haunted house with her, especially since it had scared Silverstream so hard that she wet her shorts. Not that she really cared, once they were on their way home she laughed that part off, but reminded Smolder that their deal was still in place.

"Hi Smolder!" said Silverstream, who was wearing a thin, beautiful, blue dress that went down to the knees. "Ready to start our tea party?"

"I guess," said Smolder.

"Cheer up, Smolder! It'll be fun! Ocellus really likes it."

"I suppose." She sat down at the table.

"You're not gonna do the tea party dressed like that, are you?" asked Silverstream.

Smolder was wearing her usual orange T-shirt and jeans, which had cleaned nicely since her sleepover with Silverstream. "Yeah. Why?"

"I didn't think you'd have dresses like this, so I had Rarity make the perfect dress for you! Don't worry, I didn't say who it was for." Silverstream held up a pink dress that was a little puffier than hers, with sleeves and puffy shoulders.

"You gotta be kidding me. I have to wear that?" But deep down she liked it.

"We had a deal!" Silverstream said in a cheerful, sing-song voice.

"Fine." Smolder took the dress. "Look away."

"It's not like I haven't seen before."

Smolder blushed lightly. As she pulled her pants down and removed her shirt, she felt a sort of naughty thrill at the girl she liked seeing her in her underwear. Her underwear was white as usual, though she was hiding a pair of pink panties at home. Silverstream just sat at the table and smiled casually, not seeming to bat an eye at seeing Smolder half-naked. Smolder put on the dress and sat down, feeling ridiculous. "This stays between us."

"Of course! Now let this tea party started! I've got so many types of tea to try out! Let's start with green tea!"

Silverstream poured a big cup of green tea for Smolder, and another for herself. As they drank it, they talked about various things, and Smolder was sort of enjoying this.

They were only on their second cup of tea when Smolder let out a loud fart. She didn't even blush this time, by now she was unashamed of farting in front of Silverstream, even with the feminine appearance she was being forced to display. Maybe she just wanted to take away from that by farting.

Silverstream giggled and released a louder fart of her own. She laughed harder at the contrast of a beautiful girl in a beautiful dress doing something so foul and unladylike - both her and Smolder.

Once they'd gone through a kettle of green tea, Silverstream made some ginseng tea, then lemon, then oolong, and many more. They farted a few more times. They were sure this wasn't usually proper etiquette for a tea party - but it was THEIR tea party and they'd do it however they wanted!

Barely an hour into the party, Smolder needed to pee. She fidgeted a bit as Silverstream finished telling a story that wasn't as exciting as she was making it out to be.

"I have to go to the bathroom," said Smolder.

"Just hold it or go in your dress," said Silverstream. "I gotta go pee too, but I'm having so much fun here I don't wanna stop! And I'm not worried. If I wet myself, so what?"

"How much longer is this tea party?"

"Five hours!"

"I can't hold it that long!" Smolder held herself and fidgeted.

They continued to drink more tea, and Smolder got more and more desperate.

After about twenty minutes Smolder said "I really, REALLY gotta go!" She wasn't kidding. She was about to burst.

"Just stay in your chair and enjoy the party!" said Silverstream. Her own desperation was increasing but she ignored it.

Smolder crossed her legs and fidgeted more.

Only five minutes later, Smolder ended up peeing herself. She blushed lightly as she drenched her underwear, and a wet spot formed on the crotch of her dress. The chair she was sitting in was soaked within seconds.

Silverstream could hear the sound of Smolder's pee spraying against her clothing, and giggled. "Feel better?"

Smolder nodded. She was enjoying the relief after how desperate she had been, and remembered this wasn't the first time she wet herself in front of Silverstream.

Silverstream let out a sigh of relief as she also started to pee in her dress. She loved the warm feeling of her golden stream soaking her crotch and butt, flooding her pink panties, and the feeling of relief.

"Ahhh, that's better," Smolder sighed as she finished going to the bathroom in her dress. She noticed she could still hear a hissing sound, and saw the look of relief on Silverstream's face, and chuckled. "You couldn't hold it either, could you?"

"That felt so good," said Silverstream when she was also done wetting herself.

"Can I change?" asked Smolder. She was very wet from her accident and smelled of piss.

"Nope, we're staying the way we are till this party's over!"

Smolder chuckled, enjoying this a bit.

They continued the tea party in their soiled dresses, and whenever they needed to pee - which was quite often due to all the tea they were drinking - they just went in their dresses and laughed about it.

Eventually, their tea party was finished. Smolder was no longer able to hide how much she enjoyed this.

"We should do this again sometime," she said.

"Ooh, you liked that, didn't you?"

They stood up. Smolder's heart was beating fast, she decided now was the time.

"Silverstream?"

"Yes?"

Smolder blushed lightly. "Don't tell any of our other friends this, but... I really feel a certain way about you, and... I know your making me wet myself and pulling my pants down and spanking me or letting me spank you is probably just fun and games for you, but... well... I... I really lo-"

She was interrupted by Silverstream leaning in and kissing her. Smolder kissed her back and they embraced.

"The spanking and pantsing weren't all fun and games," said Silverstream. "You think I'd do that to Ocellus, Sandbar, Gallus, or Yona? Besides, I've known since last week."

"Really?"

"I could tell. I wouldn't have done all that if I didn't know you really liked me. And I could always tell when you were staring at my tushie. That's why I went so fast with everything. I wasn't too fast, was I?"

"No, it was real fun." They kissed again.

*psssssssssss*

"Are you peeing?" said Silverstream.

Smolder giggled nervously. Silverstream wrapped her in a tighter embrace and started to pee as well. Yellow waterfalls flowed down both their legs and formed a puddle where they stood.

"I am gonna wanna shower and change back into my jeans before I go home," said Smolder.

"Sure," said Silverstream, not wanting Smolder to suffer the embarrassment of being seen in her wet state in front of anyone but her.

Desperate Soccer Game

Author's Note

This time they're wearing their sports outfits. Smolder's outfit is a tight-fitting spandex orange T-shirt and a short, tight, black pair of spandex shorts. Silverstream's outfit is a blue sports bra a slightly darker shade of blue than her hair, and a short, tight, pink pair of spandex shorts.

As for Rainbow Dash and Applejack, Rainbow is wearing a blue tank top and a matching pair of short, skintight shorts, and Applejack is wearing a white and red T-shirt and a pair of short, tight denim cutoffs.

Desperate Soccer Game

Smolder and Silverstream were playing 2 on 2 soccer with Rainbow Dash and Applejack at a big field behind their old high school, in the final round of a soccer tournament. Smolder really liked the way Silverstream's butt looked in her exercise shorts, and Silverstream felt the same way about Smolder.

It was a hot summer day, so as they played, they became soaked with sweat. Smolder and Silverstream thought this made each other look even sexier, even though it also made them smell. Not so much how wet their exercise outfits were, but more how the sweat made their legs glisten in the sunlight. Because they were so hot and sweaty, they were drinking a lot of water - Silverstream had brought a big pack of water bottles and a cooler full of cans and 1-liter bottles of soda, and Applejack had also brought water bottles and non-alcoholic cider for herself and Rainbow Dash, so they'd stay hydrated and refreshed.

Sometimes Silverstream, Smolder, and Rainbow Dash would pour a bit of the water over their heads. It wasn't as if they could get any wetter, and it felt very refreshing. Applejack at least was used to working hard on hot days so the sweat cooled her down enough.

It was about an hour into the game. The score was tied at 9-9. Smolder was as good an athlete as Rainbow Dash, and Silverstream, in part due to Smolder's training, was as good at soccer as Applejack, making it an even match.

It was the end of the round, and another round would begin after resting for five minutes.

To the audience, this wasn't a problem, but to the players, it was: They needed to pee from drinking so much water, soda, and cider. There weren't any bathrooms or outhouses nearby, or even any trees to go behind, and school was closed for the summer, so they had to hold it. Silverstream was the only one who didn't look uncomfortable. She'd hold it as long as she could, and if she didn't make it, oh well.

Smolder was unashamed of wetting herself in front of Silverstream after their kinky times together, especially since she knew Silverstream liked it, but there was no way she was wetting herself in front of a crowd. She'd never live that down.

She sat with her legs crossed and fidgeted during their five-minute break, while Silverstream sat with her legs straight in front of her but uncrossed, seeming cheerful and not bothered by her desperation.

"How are you doing, Smolder?" said Silverstream.

"I really need to go," said Smolder.

"Don't worry, all we have to do is score one more goal and we can find a bathroom. Or, we can go home to celebrate and go there." She winked.

Smolder chuckled a bit, hoping she'd get to have fun with Silverstream tonight. Despite how badly they needed to pee, they still drank a bottle of water and a can of soda each, as they were very thirsty.

Soon, their break was over, and the game resumed. Smolder was playing harder now, so she could score the winning goal and find her relief without humiliating herself in front of the audience. Silverstream was also playing harder - she liked to see Smolder wet herself, but didn't want her to suffer the indignity of doing so in front of anyone but her, and would prefer for her to wet her shorts when they were alone and she could laugh about it and fully enjoy the relief. She, of course, didn't care whether she herself peed in front of the crowd.

Rainbow Dash and Applejack were also playing harder, as they needed to pee as badly as their opponents, and would prefer to do so in the bathroom with their shorts down.

Eventually Silverstream stole the ball from Rainbow Dash and passed it to Smolder. Smolder ran as fast as she could, feeling the pee sloshing around inside her, and using this as motivation to play as hard as she could and win the game.

Applejack ran to the net to guard it. Smolder kicked the ball, and it went into the net.

"Yes!" said Silverstream, jumping with her fist in the air.

"Finally," said Smolder. "All we have to do is keep them from scoring again. Then I can win and find a bathroom!" Or maybe let Silverstream make me go in my shorts.

"You know," Applejack said to Rainbow Dash, "if we lose, the game will end, and we can at least find a bathroom." She was holding herself.

"I'm not gonna throw the match," said Rainbow. "If I can win, I wanna win, and I won't let that stop me. I'll play as hard as I can, and if I lose, I can at least say I tried my best!"

The game resumed. Smolder and Silverstream tried their hardest to keep the ball from Rainbow Dash and Applejack. Rainbow Dash tackled Smolder, who fell on her butt and leaked a little, whimpering. Rainbow Dash got the ball, and Silverstream ran to the net to play goalkeeper. Rainbow Dash kicked the ball as hard as she could. Silverstream dove for it, but the ball went into the net. Silverstream fell flat on her face.

"Score's tied again!" said Pinkie Pie, the announcer. "10-10!"

Smolder groaned, holding herself with both hands as she stood up. She couldn't tell how much she had leaked because her shorts were already soaked with sweat.

Silverstream stood up, and realized her crotch was getting warmer and wetter. She looked down to see rivers of pee gushing down her legs. Silverstream was peeing her already-wet shorts. The audience laughed, as did Rainbow Dash and Applejack, and Silverstream laughed with them. She always thought it was funny when she had an accident.

The sight of Silverstream wetting herself made Smolder uncomfortable, and she leaked a little more, putting a bigger yellow stain on her white panties.

Silverstream continued to play while still peeing, and Smolder continued to hold it.

Despite her efforts, Smolder couldn't score another goal before the round ended.

During the five-minute break, Smolder held herself and did the pee dance. She saw Rainbow Dash talking to Applejack, looking just as urgent. Applejack said something, and Rainbow Dash looked shocked, but then Applejack said something that made Rainbow Dash seem reassured. The two of them sat down on the grass, and Smolder noticed they were no longer fidgeting. If anything, they looked relaxed, even relieved. She didn't think too hard about it though, too distracted by her overflowing bladder.

"If I don't score again next round, I'm gonna wet my shorts!" said Smolder.

"They can't get any wetter," said Silverstream. "Why don't you go in your shorts?"

Smolder blushed a little. "They'll see the pee running down my legs. That's why they laughed when you wet yourself."

"Not if you're sitting down like they are."

"I'm not peeing in front of anyone except you!"

"At least take another drink." Silverstream chugged down a soda and then another bottle of water.

Reluctantly, Smolder also drank one of each really quickly.

After five agonizing minutes, it was time for the next round. Smolder ran faster than she ever had, for she really needed to go. She scored the 11th goal for her team only a minute into the round.

"Wow," said Rainbow Dash, impressed. "That was pretty awesome."

"She's just real desperate to finish cause she's the only one who still has to go to the bathroom," Applejack quietly told her.

They continued to play, each taking the ball from each other. Soon Rainbow Dash had the ball and kicked it towards the opposing net. Smolder jumped in front of the net.

The ball bounced off her head, and she fell on her butt. Silverstream took the ball and ran with it to the other side of the net. She hoped Smolder was all right, but she knew she was tough enough to withstand a soccer ball to the forehead.

Her bladder, however, wasn't.

As soon as Smolder finished rubbing her head, she noticed a warm, wet sensation on her crotch and rear end. She looked down to see her shorts becoming saturated with pee. She tried her hardest to stop, but she couldn't. It was all flowing out of her, into her shorts and underwear, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Smolder was wetting herself in front of a crowd. She blushed beet red and started to tear up a little.

But the crowd wasn't looking at her. They were looking at Silverstream, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack. Rainbow Dash got the ball and made her way to Smolder's net. Silverstream saw Smolder sitting still, and realized what must have happened. She ran as fast as she could, stole the ball from Rainbow Dash, and kicked it toward Rainbow's net as hard as she could. Rainbow Dash and Applejack ran after it.

Silverstream only had a few seconds before Applejack and Rainbow Dash returned. She whispered into Smolder's ear. "Don't worry about it. Once you've finished, no one will be able to tell. I'll keep the attention off you till you stand back up."

Smolder felt much better at these words, and let out a sigh of relief as she continued to pee in her already-wet shorts.

Rainbow Dash and Applejack returned. They noticed Smolder as well. They chuckled, figuring she had finally lost control, but didn't say anything. As a matter of fact, Rainbow Dash backtracked a bit with the ball to the middle of the field, and kicked the ball, trying to keep attention off Smolder. Silverstream tried to catch it but she scored, tying the score at 11-11.

A minute after the game resumed, Smolder finished peeing. Her shorts were soaked and smelled of sweat and urine, but she was feeling much better, and between her being already wet, her shorts being black, and peeing while sitting down, the audience would never know. She hoped Rainbow Dash and Applejack hadn't figured it out.

She stood up, and tackled Rainbow Dash just as she was advancing on the net with the ball. Smolder passed the ball to Silverstream, who ran around to the side as Applejack ran at her. Silverstream passed the ball to Smolder, who kicked it into Rainbow Dash's net, making the score 12-11.

They continued to kick the ball around for another 10 minutes before the round ended.

"Smolder and Silverstream win!" said Pinkie Pie.

Rainbow Dash was disappointed she lost, but was a good sport. She shook Smolder's hand and said "Good game." Then whispered "Don't worry, I wet myself too, and I won't tell anyone."

Smolder blushed, but was relieved that Rainbow wouldn't make fun of her. Meanwhile, Applejack shook hands with Silverstream.

After drinking another bottle of water each and claiming their trophy, Smolder and Silverstream went to Smolder's house. They smelled of sweat and piss, but the sweat had mostly dried off them, though their shorts were still damp with urine.

"You were so awesome!" said Silverstream.

"Thanks. And also, thank you for keeping everyone distracted while I was peeing."

"No problem. I hope Rainbow Dash didn't notice."

"She did, but she wasn't mean about it. She even promised not to tell."

"She's so cool! I can't wait to play against her again next tournament!"

After the Game

Author's Note

This takes place right after the previous chapter. I initially made them the same chapter but I split it since this part was long enough to be its own chapter.

Also, I use "soiled" a lot but I don't mean scat, there is no scat in this story.

After the Game

Smolder and Silverstream sat on the couch, still in their wet, smelly state, and watched one of their favorite movies, Dragon Riders of Mount Aris. Smolder particularly liked it because she really loved dragons. Sometimes she wished she was a dragon herself.

It wasn't long before the rest of the water and soda had gone through them.

"I have to go to the bathroom," said Smolder.

"Me too," said Silverstream. "Normally I wouldn't pause the movie for something like that, but I don't want your couch to get dirty."

"We're already sitting on it in pee-soaked shorts," said Smolder. "And I have a cleaner that will remove any stains or smells from it. I first got it when I spilled some punch on the couch."

"Then I'll hold it."

Smolder fidgeted a bit, but this was just habit because she was used to holding it in, she no longer cared if she wet herself in front of Silverstream.

They held it for 20 minutes before there was a scene in the movie where a character walked up a long flight of stairs on Mount Aris. Silverstream squealed in excitement and began peeing uncontrollably. After a few seconds, she realized what was happening, and giggled.

"I guess you couldn't hold it," Smolder said. "I knew you'd wet yourself."

"If that's what you think of me, as soon as I'm done peeing, you're getting a spanking!" Silverstream winked, and Smolder was really excited for this, but she wasn't prone to wetting herself from excitement as Silverstream was, and held it in.

Once Silverstream finished, she paused to sigh in relief, and then put Smolder over her lap.

"I still have to pee," said Smolder.

"Just hold it," said Silverstream, and she raised her hand and smacked Smolder's pee-soaked behind.

"Wait!" said Smolder. "Aren't you gonna pull my shorts down and spank me in my underwear?"

"Your tushie looks really cute in those shorts," said Silverstream. "I couldn't possibly not leave them up."

Smolder blushed, but not of embarrassment. "If that's how you want it, spank away!"

Silverstream spanked Smolder again, and again. She loved how firm her butt felt, it really went with her tough personality. Smolder, meanwhile, thrashed her sweaty, athletic legs, as she got the most fun out of it if she pretended to resist, plus the spanking was making it harder for her to hold it, especially after she'd already lost control once today.

After five swats - not counting the first - Smolder started to pee, soaking the front of her already-wet shorts.

Silverstream kept swatting Smolder, but became distracted from it at the feeling of Smolder's pee soaking her legs, also getting on her shorts. She let out another squeal of excitement - this was the first time Smolder peed on her, not counting their kiss at the tea party, and she loved it!

"Ow! Okay, that's enough!"

Silverstream stopped spanking Smolder after the 26th swat. Smolder rubbed her sore butt, and then sat back on the couch, still peeing.

"Sorry, Smolder," said Silverstream. "I just really enjoyed being peed on."

"Eh, it's all right," said Smolder. "I just wasn't used to that many spankings, but it was still really fun. If anything the extra pain was MORE enjoyable. I just need a butt massage." She looked down at her shorts, which were still glistening at the crotch with her pee. "Once I've finished peeing."

About a minute later, Smolder was on all fours, and Silverstream was rubbing her soaking wet rear end. Smolder really loved the feeling of this, even more so that it was easing the pain from her extended spanking.

PPPPPPRRRRRRRT!

Smolder chuckled as she unleashed a wet fart in Silverstream's face. It was as stinky as their farts usually were, but Silverstream just laughed, ignoring the smell, and let out a loud fart of her own.

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRT!

"Nice one, Silverstream," said Smolder, for this fart was louder, longer, and wetter than her own.

Silverstream giggled.

"So, you really liked it when I peed on you," said Smolder. "Maybe I should give you a golden shower."

"Ooh, what's that?"

"It's when I stand above you and pee all over you."

"That sounds so fun! Do it the next time you have to pee!"

After about three minutes, Silverstream finished rubbing Smolder's butt, and Smolder pulled out two cans of beans to have for dinner. Smolder cooked the beans, then she and Silverstream each ate half of them and washed them down with a big glass of soda.

In a few minutes, they had another farting contest, which Smolder won, and Silverstream peed herself again laughing at Smolder's loudest fart. Once their farting had subsided, they played cards to pass the time until Smolder's soda had gone through her. She waited until she really needed to go.

"All right, Silverstream, it's time for your golden shower!"

"Where do I go?" said Silverstream excitedly.

"Just sit down on the floor."

Silverstream sat down with her knees up and her head down so that Smolder would have as much room as possible. Smolder stood above Silverstream, with her legs spread on either side of her, and peed through her shorts. Her golden stream splashed all over Silverstream, soaking her hair, her sports bra, her shorts, and her legs. Both of them let out a sigh of pleasure, Smolder from the relief, and Silverstream because she loved the golden shower.

Once Smolder was done, she said "How was that?"

"That was really fun!" said Silverstream. "I can't wait to do it again on our next kinky night!"

After Silverstream dried her hands with some napkins, they played Halo for a few hours, and then watched another movie. Whenever they needed to pee, they just did it in their shorts. They were already wet and smelly so there was no point in holding it.

At one point, right after Smolder peed herself again, Silverstream joked "Are you sure you're potty-trained?" Smolder responded by putting Silverstream over her knee and spanking her, which they both found really enjoyable. Silverstream's butt was softer than Smolder's, and Smolder liked how it felt.

Once the movie was over, they stood up and rubbed their butts together, taking pleasure in the feeling of this. Silverstream let out a loud fart, and Smolder did the same afterwards. They giggled, enjoying the vibration of each other's farts.

Then they brushed their teeth and climbed into the same bed, still in their smelly, soiled sports outfits.

"We're really gonna need to wash these tomorrow," said Smolder. "Did you bring a change of clothes?"

"Nope! I'll go home tomorrow the way I am! I don't mind."

Smolder chuckled.

Silverstream farted loudly, and then said "Is it all right if I wet your bed tomorrow morning?"

"Like I said, I can get the stains out of the mattress easy. Don't be afraid of letting loose. Speaking of..."

BBBBBRRRRRRRRT!

Silverstream laughed. "Are you sure you didn't soil yourself?"

Smolder felt her butt. "Just wet, no mess."

"Let me make sure." Silverstream felt Smolder's butt. "Yep, no mess."

They cuddled each other and fell asleep.

The next morning, Smolder woke up damp, but with no fresh wetness. She really needed to pee. She looked beside her. Silverstream was fast asleep. She looked so beautiful and peaceful, however she smelled. Smolder didn't feel like getting out of bed, so she just peed in her shorts. She chuckled a bit at now naughty this felt, and the surprise Silverstream was in for when she woke up.

When Smolder stopped, she noticed the hissing sound was still going. Silverstream let out a sigh in her sleep, and it didn't take long for Smolder to realize that Silverstream was wetting the bed. She was sure this was due to her own deliberate bedwetting, and chuckled.

Smolder went back to sleep for another hour, before her alarm went off, and she and Silverstream woke up.

Silverstream felt her shorts, and the puddle she was laying in, and giggled. "Looks like I wet the bed!"

"That was my fault," said Smolder, sitting up. "I peed in the bed after I woke up, and that made you pee in your sleep."

Silverstream laughed. "That's so awesome!"

BBBBRRRAAAAAAAP!

Silverstream laughed at Smolder's loud, deep-pitched fart. She sat up and let loose with a higher-pitched, equally loud fart.

PPPPPPFFFFFFFFT!

"We should get cleaned up," said Smolder.

"Right," said Silverstream.

Smolder and Silverstream climbed in the shower, still in their smelly sports outfits, and scrubbed each other, taking great pleasure in this, especially when it came to scrubbing their butts. They washed each other's hair with shampoo, which took longer for Smolder because Silverstream had much longer hair. Once they were clean, they dried off. Their outfits were still wet but not dripping. They walked into Smolder's bedroom, and Smolder stripped down to her underwear. Her panties were still yellow, as they had not been washed with detergent yet.

"I'll want to change my underwear too," said Smolder. "Do you want me facing forward or away?"

"Away," said Silverstream, who was more into butts than breasts.

Smolder grabbed a pink pair of panties and a matching bra, stood facing away from Silverstream, and removed her wet underwear. Silverstream giggled at the sight of Smolder's butt. Smolder put her pink underwear on, and then grabbed her orange T-shirt and jeans and put them on. "Don't mention my pink underwear to anyone," she said.

"Are you sure? They're really cute."

Smolder glared at her.

"Just kidding, of course I won't tell. All your secrets are safe with me."

Smolder relaxed and slapped Silverstream's butt playfully.

After they had toast for breakfast, Silverstream returned home, letting the sun dry her wet exercise outfit.

Smelly Smolder

Author's Note

From now on, Smolder's default outfit will be a pair of shorts described below, along with her usual orange T-shirt. Silverstream, meanwhile, is wearing her outfit from Chapter 1 again.

Also, I made up all these dragon shows except The Hobbit of course. And of course you can probably guess why I made Smolder so interested in dragons. (Remember they're humanized here)

Smelly Smolder

Smolder and Silverstream were hanging out with the rest of their friends at the park. It was still summer, and Smolder had taken to wearing a pair of short, skintight, dark purple shorts not unlike her athletic shorts. Not only was it better for summer, but she also knew Silverstream liked how her butt looked in them.

They were sitting on the grass making conversation, when Smolder farted loudly.

PPPPPPRRRRRRRT!

Sandbar, Gallus, Ocellus, and Yona looked at Smolder. Smolder blushed. She had forgotten how embarrassed she was of farting in front of anyone but Silverstream.

"Excuse me," said Silverstream. "I'm still a little gassy from breakfast." She giggled.

Smolder was relieved, and the others brushed it off. Silverstream did all kinds of weird things, so a fart was nothing.

After a fun few hours at the park, they all went home. Smolder and Silverstream went to Silverstream's house. Smolder needed to pee, but was holding it until they got home.

As soon as the were sitting on the couch with the football channel on, Smolder began peeing her shorts, sighing of relief, as well as satisfaction at the warm, wet feeling.

Silverstream heard the hissing sound and the sigh, and looked beside her. "Smolder! You're supposed to let me make you wet yourself the first time, by tickling you or spanking you or tying you up with the water running or something!"

"Oh." Smolder blushed a little, not out of embarrassment of wetting herself, but out of shame at going against her and Silverstream's tradition. "Sorry, Silverstream."

"You'll get a spanking, then we'll call it even."

Smolder relaxed and chuckled. "Sounds good. Just let me finish peeing first."

"No, over my knee right now."

Smolder forgot how much Silverstream loved being peed on. Still peeing, she climbed over Silverstream's knee. Enjoying the feeling of Smolder's piss flowing onto her legs, Silverstream rested her hand on Smolder's pee-soaked butt, and then slapped.

...

The following day, Smolder walked home, letting the summer heat dry her outfit from when she had showered after her very wet night with Silverstream.

Once she got home, she sat on her bed, thinking about the new dragon movie she had just watched with Silverstream: Dragons of Stinkywater Swamp. She had really enjoyed that movie, and Silverstream had wet herself laughing at all the fart jokes, and had also laughed at the time when the human protagonist had soiled himself, and when one of the bigger dragons had peed all over the dragon hunters when they were trapped in a cage. Which had happened on screen, rather than a similar scene with an elephant in a PG-rated movie. Naturally, this had been followed by Silverstream getting a golden shower from Smolder, during which Smolder had said she was the dragon in the movie.

She had used this as a metaphor, of course, but she wished she could be more like dragons. They were the most badass creatures in all of fiction.

She suddenly remembered one of their defining characteristics. Throughout the movie, it had repeatedly been mentioned that the dragons smelled bad because they never washed.

Smolder decided it was time to do something dragony, other than peeing on someone. From now on, she was never going to wash again. Or change her clothes, no matter what happened to them.

...

Over the next few days, Smolder's friends noticed that she was starting to smell rather unpleasant. They didn't say anything and remained polite and friendly to her, but on the third day, when they were having a picnic, none of them except Silverstream sat particularly close to her.

"And then," said Smolder, telling the story of her latest soccer game, "Silverstream passed the ball to me and I scored the final goal!" She raised her arms, and Ocellus got a whiff of her stinky armpit, despite sitting a few feet away, and tried not to gag. Smolder didn't notice. "We won, 11-4!"

"That's... great," said Ocellus.

Then they stood up to go for a walk along the path.

"So," said Gallus, "Today, how about Ocellus and I walk at the front. Yona, Sandbar, and Silverstream can walk in the middle. Smolder can walk at the back."

Sandbar, Yona, and Ocellus made polite sounds of agreement.

"I'll walk beside Smolder," said Silverstream. She loved Smolder very much and didn't care how she smelled. If anything, she thought the smell made her sexier.

Gallus resisted the urge to tell Silverstream she was weird. They could all tell that Smolder and Silverstream were more than just friends, and they didn't want to offend Smolder by showing their disgust at her smell.

As they walked, Smolder let out a loud, wet fart.

"Excuse me!" said Silverstream immediately, covering for Smolder again.

"It wasn't her, it was me!" said Smolder unabashedly.

"I thought you didn't fart around them," Silverstream whispered to Smolder.

"Dragons can fart without shame, why can't I?"

...

The following day, Smolder and Silverstream finished their dinner, which had consisted of bean salad with a bit of fart powder sprinkled on, and sat on Smolder's couch to watch Dragons of Stinkywater Swamp again.

Smolder had not washed or changed her clothes in four days. Combined with how much she played sports or went running in the summer heat, and that it had only rained overnight in these four days, she smelled twice as foul as anyone else would have after not bathing for this long. Her hair was pretty dirty, too. Sitting right beside her, Silverstream could easily get a whiff of her, but she didn't mind.

However, she had noticed how her friends didn't seem to want to go near her as often since she started to smell.

Smolder let out a loud, deep-pitched fart right before a fart scene she knew was coming up. Silverstream laughed.

About ten minutes later, when it was first mentioned that dragons never washed, Silverstream said "Is that why you're not showering? You think you're a dragon?"

"Of course I don't think I'm a dragon. I just want to be more LIKE a dragon! I can't fly or breathe fire, but I can at least smell like a dragon!" She raised her arms.

Silverstream sniffed her armpit. "Phew! You smell real bad. I kinda like it, but... don't you think the rest of our friends would prefer you smelling nice?"

"Nah." She let out another loud fart.

Silverstream laughed. Because of their dinner, she was also gassy so she farted as much as Smolder during the movie. But, she didn't want Smolder to never wash again and disgust her friends further. She decided to find a way to make her wash.

An idea occurred to her. One that would be fun for them both. She noticed that Smolder had not wet herself since she stopped washing. Perhaps if Smolder had a little accident, she would feel compelled to wash off and change into a clean outfit. Or at least wash her dirty outfit with soap, as she seemed to prefer when they were around.

"I'll be right back!" Silverstream got a big glass of soda for Smolder, pouring a smaller glass for herself. She gave the bigger glass to Smolder and sat back on the couch.

"Thanks." Smolder guzzled down the soda rather quickly and belched loudly. Silverstream giggled, not just because she thought this was funny, but because she knew Smolder would have to pee soon.

After about an hour of watching the movie, Smolder felt the urge to pee suddenly hit her. She paused the movie and stood up. "I gotta pee," she said.

"Is that so?" said Silverstream.

Smolder walked towards the bathroom, and Silverstream ran up behind her and tickled her sides - Smolder's first wetting, which she would never forget.

Smolder laughed, and in seconds she was peeing her stinky shorts, soaking her dirty underwear as the pee flowed down her sexy yet smelly legs and formed a puddle under her. As before, Silverstream stopped tickling after Smolder stopped peeing.

"Feel better?" said Silverstream.

"Way better! Thanks. That was real fun. And now I don't need to go anymore." Smolder slapped Silverstream's butt, walked back into the living room, and plopped herself onto the couch.

"You're still gonna wash yourself off tomorrow, right?" said Silverstream.

"Of course not," said Smolder. "I'll stay like this tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that."

"Oh." Silverstream was disappointed.

"Being a smelly dragon... er... girl, is real fun. You should try it."

"Ooh! It does sound fun! I totally should! So, I just don't wash at all?"

"Or change out of what you're wearing now. Fart as much as you want, and wet yourself if you feel like it. I'll probably do that more now. Don't mess yourself though. I asked you never to make me do that and it still stands. That would be too much of a mess even for me."

"Do I use toilet paper?"

"I still do. And of course, wash your hands before eating something. You don't wanna get sick."

Silverstream squealed with excitement, and they resumed the movie. When it showed three of the dragons farting, Silverstream laughed hard and wet her shorts.

"Remember not to wash them or change," said Smolder.

"Stay in them forever?" Silverstream squealed again. "This is gonna be so fun!"

Smolder let out a boisterous wet fart. Silverstream put her over her knee and spanked her foul-smelling rear end.

...

Six more days went by. Silverstream never washed, her hair got oily and messy as well, and her jean shorts especially started to stink from farting and peeing in them so often.

Smolder shamelessly farted no matter where she was, and, unless she was inside any building other than her or Silverstream's house, would pee herself where she stood. If inside another building, she would find a bathroom and pee through her shorts into the toilet. Silverstream would always do the same, though sometimes she'd have a few accidents on a floor, often from laughing at Smolder's farts.

By Day 10, Smolder smelled really bad, to the point that none of their friends could go within a few feet of her without holding their noses. Silverstream also smelled bad, not quite as much as Smolder, but she did have a little more of a pee smell since her golden shower last night. This was still less noticeable than her smell that came from not washing. Their outfits were covered with dirt, grime, sweat, and urine. Smolder only saw her underwear when pulling them down to take a dump, and they were no longer white, but yellowish grey.

Smolder and Silverstream had just finished lunch, stinking up their entire kitchen, when Smolder got a text on her phone. She answered it. "It's from Sandbar. He's throwing a party in his backyard. We're both invited."

"A party? I can't wait!" Silverstream was really excited, but her bladder wasn't full enough to wet herself because of it.

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRT!

Smolder sighed in relief and stood up. "Let's go!"

"Wait!" Silverstream lifted her leg and let out an equally loud fart, deeper-pitched than many of her own. "All right, now I'm ready!"

They ran toward Sandbar's house. Anyone they ran by, their faces turned green as soon as they got a whiff of the two smelly girls. Smolder peed halfway there, leaving a trail of urine on the sidewalk behind her.

Smolder and Silverstream reached Sandbar's house and walked through the side gate into the backyard. They saw Sandbar, Gallus, Yona, and Ocellus standing around a wooden tub that was full of soapy water, and some sponges and soap to the side.

"We're here!" said Silverstream excitedly.

"So, what are we doing first?" said Smolder.

"I'll tell you what we're doing first," said Gallus. "We didn't want to offend you, but we can't look the other way anymore. Or keep turning our noses the other way."

"About what?" said Smolder.

"I'll be blunt. You smell horrible."

Smolder sniffed her armpit. "Eh, dragons are like that." She let out a sloppy wet fart.

"Just cause Smolder like dragons, not mean she have to smell like one," said Yona.

"You're getting a bath," said Sandbar.

"No way!" said Smolder. "I'm never washing again!"

"Um... You are peeing yourself a lot," said Ocellus. "Your shorts really need to be washed."

"And so does the rest of you," said Gallus.

"Forget it!" said Smolder, and she turned and ran.

Yona was pretty fast for her size. She caught up to Smolder and tackled her to the ground. As she did, she got a very unpleasant whiff of her, and her face turned green.

Sandbar, Gallus, and Ocellus walked up, trying to ignore her foul odor. Sandbar grabbed Smolder's left arm, Ocellus grabbed her right arm, Gallus grabbed her left leg, and Yona grabbed her right leg. Smolder struggled as they carried her to the tub.

"Let me go!" she said.

"Sorry, Smolder," said Ocellus. "But you need this."

"No I don't! I love smelling this way! I... Aagh!"

Her four friends threw her into the wooden tub. Smolder didn't mind getting wet, but she didn't want to get clean either.

Yona held Smolder down while Ocellus began scrubbing her hair, trying hard not to throw up at the smell. Sandbar and Gallus started scrubbing Smolder's sides and armpits, creating suds. Smolder fidgeted and splashed about in the tub, getting her friends as wet as she was.

Silverstream watched Smolder's bath excitedly. "Ooh! That looks so fun! Can I have a turn?"

"When we're done with her," said Gallus. "If you want."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I need it too. I haven't washed in six days."

"I thought I noticed a smell from you too," said Sandbar. "But I just thought you were farting more."

"I wouldn't fart silently like that." She giggled and sat down on the grass. She sat gracefully with her head tilted and her legs straightened in front of her, and despite her foul smell, looked so lovely, even when she let out an airy fart.

After a few minutes of scrubbing, Ocellus found it easier to breathe, for Smolder's stench was washing away, and the lovely smell of soap was becoming more noticeable. Smolder had also stopped resisting and sat still in the tub, resigned to her bath as Ocellus finished with her hair and began scrubbing her back, humming a song that showed she was enjoying herself while Sandbar and Gallus continued to scrub her sides.

"There, all done," said Ocellus. "You're smelling much nicer already. I like you better this way."

Smolder suddenly farted under the water, and bubbles came up around her. She was surprised to feel herself blush. She had forgotten how embarrassing she thought it was to fart in front of anyone besides Silverstream.

"Time to wash that dirty ass," said Gallus.

Yona grabbed Smolder and forced her head underwater while Gallus scrubbed her butt, covering it with suds. Ocellus and Silverstream giggled. Silverstream didn't mind that Gallus was in this position instead of her - anyone would have washed Smolder's butt if it smelled like that. Smolder resisted some more, and after about seven seconds Yona released Smolder, not wanting to drown her. Smolder resurfaced, sputtering. "Hey, watch it!"

Gallus sniffed her butt. "Your shorts still need to be washed."

"Fine, you don't have to hold me down." Smolder positioned herself with her behind in the air but her head above water, which was a little shallower anyway due to all her splashing. She almost enjoyed the feeling of Gallus scrubbing her rear. She'd like it a lot more if it was Silverstream. She suddenly remembered how much she enjoyed their showers where they scrubbed each other.

Once Gallus decided her tush was clean enough, he stopped scrubbing her. "Now, sit down and rest your feet on the edge."

Smolder got back into a sitting position and lifted her feet, which still had her shoes on. Yona removed both her shoes and socks, and Sandbar and Ocellus started to scrub her smelly feet. Being ticklish, Smolder laughed, splashing about some more. They stopped, and Yona held her feet in pace while Sandbar and Ocellus continued to scrub. Smolder laughed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. She was glad she'd already peed on her way here, otherwise there was no way she'd be able to hold it now.

Silverstream giggled. It was fun to see Smolder laugh so hard from being tickled. Remembering her own bath was coming, she quickly removed her shoes and socks. The rest of her smelly outfit, she'd wear in the tub.

Finally, they finished. Smolder stood up, and Yona poured a bucket of warm water over her to rinse her off.

Gallus sniffed her. "Perfect. How do you feel?"

"Clean," said Smolder. "And it feels... nice." She blushed. "I'm sorry I smelled bad and made things unpleasant for you. I just wanted to be more like dragons."

"You don't have to be like all dragons," said Ocellus. "In The Hobbit, they burn down villages and steal gold. Would you do that?"

"No," Smolder admitted. "But those are evil dragons."

"And, I'm assuming you got your facts from Dragons of Stinkywater Swamp. But you said you've also seen Dragon Riders of Mount Aris. You do remember the dragons there take baths and smell nice, right?"

"Yeah... I forgot."

"And in Dragon Knights of Everfree, a lot of the female dragons even wear perfume and are shown taking baths. A few male dragons wear cologne as well."

"Right." How could she have forgotten? She felt really foolish now. "But don't expect me to wear perfume either."

"Dragons of Stinkywater Swamp is a pretty gross-out movie," said Gallus. "If dragons there do something dirty, don't assume they're always like that. Besides, a dragon also peed on the dragon hunters. Would you pee on someone, too?"

Smolder blushed. "Um... not really." It hit her that she had wet herself repeatedly in front of them, and her face grew redder. "I feel so ashamed of farting and peeing myself so much. I hope you don't want to stop being my friends anymore."

"It was a little gross, but we won't hate you for that," said Ocellus. "We still love you."

"And you learned your lesson," said Gallus.

"Yona know Smolder like that kind of thing," said Yona. "It make sense Smolder want to try it herself."

"We might tease you a bit in the future," said Sandbar. "But we won't mean any offense by it, and it'll just be between the six of us."

Smolder understood. She'd probably even laugh with them. The five of them shared a group hug.

"Sorry for splashing you, too." Smolder giggled nervously.

"It was real refreshing," said Sandbar.

"I just realized, we could have used air freshener," said Ocellus.

"Nah, I'll be clean from now on," said Smolder. When I'm not spending the night alone with Silverstream.

"And you don't have to be shy about farting in front of us," said Sandbar. "Silverstream does it all the time and we still like her."

"We don't mind," said Ocellus. "But you don't have to if you don't want to." I know I'd never do that.

Smolder had a feeling she would be letting loose around them more often, and chuckled, feeling more confident.

"Can I have my bath now?" said Silverstream, standing up.

"Sure." Sandbar dumped the dirty water out of the tub and refilled it with the hose.

Gallus sniffed Silverstream. "Yeah... if you don't mind me saying, you smell bad too."

Silverstream farted loudly. "Even compared to that?"

"Your farts smell like roses compared to you now. But at least you don't smell as bad as Smolder did." He sniffed a little more. "I know you wet yourself a lot, but did you roll around in your puddle of pee?"

Smolder blushed again.

"It was so fun!" said Silverstream. "But, I'll wash every time I do it from now on."

"You're real weird, Silverstream," said Gallus. Silverstream giggled.

"Okay, the tub's ready," said Sandbar.

"Wait!" said Silverstream. "I have to go to the bathroom first." She closed her eyes and sighed in relief as her stinky shorts grew wetter, and pee flowed down her legs onto the grass.

Everyone laughed a little. They all found her antics entertaining, and knew she didn't mind.

"Okay, now I'm ready," said Silverstream once she was done peeing.

"Can I wash her?" said Smolder. "I got her into being a smelly girl, it's only fair I should get her out."

Their four friends looked at each other and smiled.

"Of course Smolder wash Silverstream," said Yona, while the other three nodded.

Silverstream squealed with excitement. Smolder picked her up and threw her butt-first into the tub. Then she poured soap on two sponges and started scrubbing Silverstream's sides.

"I'll get you clean and smelling the way you were in no time," said Smolder.

Silverstream farted in the tub, and they all laughed.

Smolder's New Underwear

Author's Note

This chapter will try something I've never tried before, for some reason I really like the idea of this with Smolder over anyone else, even Rainbow Dash.

Also, I know in real life white fabric turns transparent when wet, but as this doesn't seem to happen with Fluttershy in Monday Blues, I'll say that simply doesn't apply here either.

Smolder's New Underwear

Silverstream was so excited as she walked to Smolder's house. It had been several days since their last night together. They'd had fun with their other friends, but she couldn't wait for the kinky fun she and Smolder would have tonight!

She reached the door to Smolder's house and knocked on the door. Almost immediately, it opened.

"Wow!" said Silverstream.

Smolder was wearing her usual shirt, but instead of her shorts or jeans, she was wearing a tight-fitting white pair of men's briefs. Smolder pulled Silverstream in and closed the door before anyone else could see her.

"Like my choice of outfit for tonight?" said Smolder.

"I love it!" said Silverstream. "It makes you even sexier than the pink underwear!"

"Thanks. I've always wanted to try men's underwear. Does it make my butt look big?" She turned around.

"Your butt always looks big," Silverstream chuckled.

"Wanna make sure?" said Smolder, getting down on all fours.

Silverstream got up close to Smolder's rear end. She put her hand on it and sniffed. Her butt smelled bad. Or perhaps it was her underwear. "I like the smell, but are you..."

"Nah, I just wore these for the past three days, including at my games and when going for a run. I'm still showering. I thought you'd appreciate the smell."

"Do I!" said Silverstream. Smolder's underwear was dry, but she could tell she had sweated in them a lot before today.

BBBBRRRRRRRRRRT!

Smolder farted loudly. Silverstream giggled and slapped Smolder's butt, before caressing it with her hands.

"I drank five big bottles of soda just before you got here," said Smolder. "And two of them had fart powder in it, so I'll be really gassy in the next hour."

Silverstream squealed.

They sat on the couch and started watching football. Throughout the game, Smolder let out several loud, boisterous farts.

"Careful you don't stain your underwear," said Silverstream.

"Are you saying I'd soil myself?" said Smolder. "Over my knee!"

Silverstream giggled as she got over Smolder's knee, and Smolder spanked her five times. She farted again before releasing her.

About fifteen minutes later, Smolder said "Here comes a big one." She closed her eyes tight and grunted.

PPPPPPPPPPBRRRAAAAAAAAP!

"Uh-oh," said Smolder.

"You didn't soil yourself, did you?"

"No, but I think I peed a little."

Silverstream took a good look at Smolder's crotch. Her underwear had a small yellow spot on it.

"It's all right. It's just a little bit, it won't ruin the big wetting I have planned. Speaking of which, put your hands behind your back."

Smolder did as she was told, and Silverstream grabbed a thin rope and tied Smolder's hands.

"If you have to use the bathroom, let me know."

As the soccer game progressed, Smolder's farting subsided, but as it did, her need to pee increased. She couldn't even hold herself because her hands were tied behind her back. She liked the feeling of this.

Eventually, she was really fidgeting.

"Everything all right?" said Silverstream.

"Can you untie me?" said Smolder. "I really need to pee!"

Silverstream grabbed a dry scrubbing brush. Smolder's heart started to beat faster. Silverstream stood to Smolder's right side, lifted up her right foot with her left hand, and started brushing it with her right hand.

Smolder burst into a fit of laughter, and only a few seconds later, she was bursting in another way. Her white underwear yellowed quickly as she peed like a race horse. She kicked her left foot in the air repeatedly, but Silverstream knew where to stand so she was clear of it.

Silverstream waited until ten seconds after Smolder finished peeing before she stopped tickling. Smolder was breathing heavily, having greatly enjoyed this. She didn't know which she liked more - the tickling, or the feeling of wetting herself uncontrollably from laughing too hard.

"Wow, you really needed to go," said Silverstream.

"I peed all over the couch. I've been a bad girl." Smolder put herself over Silverstream's lap. Silverstream rubbed Smolder's butt, patting it lightly. It was wet, smelled of urine, and her underwear was stained yellow.

"I deserve a harder spanking than that," said Smolder.

Silverstream slapped Smolder's butt. Smolder kicked her legs, but couldn't hide on her face how much she was enjoying being spanked in her wet underwear.

After ten swats, Silverstream untied Smolder and they resumed watching football. Smolder drank more soda and gave a glass to Silverstream. Both their sodas had fart powder in them. First Smolder let out a sputtering wet fart in her soiled underwear. Silverstream laughed, and released a loud fart of her own.

After farting for about half an hour, Smolder eventually cooked some beans for dinner. Silverstream stared at her butt whenever she was at the counter. It looked so sexy in her damp, pee-stained underwear.

They ate their beans, and had another farting contest soon after. Near the end, Silverstream needed to pee, but of course she didn't want to leave the farting contest, and ended up peeing herself laughing at one of Smolder's loudest farts. Smolder won, as usual.

Then they sat on the couch and watched an episode of Dragon Knights of Everfree, and then a Daring Do movie. Halfway through the movie, Smolder really needed to pee, so she just let it all out in her underwear.

Eventually, once they'd had their fun, it was time for bed. They brushed their teeth and were about to climb into bed when Smolder let out a dirty wet fart.

"Silverstream, check to see if I soiled myself." Smolder turned around.

Silverstream looked at her butt. "Nothing but pee stains."

"Are you absolutely sure?"

Taking the hint, Silverstream put both her hands on Smolder's butt, which was still damp. She felt every inch of it three times. "No mess."

"Good."

"I like your new underwear, but you'll still wear your shorts for some nights, right?"

"Of course. Wait, we didn't go to the bathroom. We did drink a lot just now. Do you want the bathroom first?"

"No, I'll just wet the bed." Silverstream giggled and climbed into the bed in her wet jean shorts.

"I really need to go, and that'll keep me awake." Smolder walked into the bathroom, not closing the door. She sat on the toilet with her underwear up and peed. "Ahhhhhhh..."