Author's Note

This chapter contains upskirt/panties, since she'll be wearing her original outfit with the pink miniskirt.

Sonata Dusk

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," Adagio and Aria say, but Sonata looks interested to meet you.

"You really smell."

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

"That was two months ago!"

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

"I don't mind. But you three have been bad girls. You need a spanking."

"Ooh! Can I go first?" says Sonata.

"You're weird," says Aria, rolling her eyes.

You sit down at a nearby chair. Sonata immediately climbs over your knee, and you slap her butt. It looks so cute in that dirty pink miniskirt. Sonata looks like she's really enjoying this.

After a few swats, you lift her skirt, exposing her very dirty panties. "Nice underwear, Sonata."

She giggles. "They were white when I got them."

They don't look anywhere close to white now. You spank her some more and she has a look of absolute pleasure on her face.

Eventually you stop.

"No, keep it going!" she says.

So you spank her ten more times. "That should be enough. Can you sit down?"

Sonata tries to sit in her chair, winces, and stands up. "No... I might've let it go on a little too long."

"How would you like me to give you a butt massage at my house?"

"Ooh! That sounds fun!"

"Go ahead," says Aria. "It'll be more fun here without you."

So you and Sonata walk to your house. You stand right beside her and breathe in through your nose to smell her. The visible stench is still coming off her as she walks.

"You should know, we haven't been using toilet paper since we stopped washing two months ago," she says. "And we only use the toilet for number two. We've been peeing our pants all the time." She giggles.

"I don't mind. And if you pee on my floor, couch, or bed, I can wash it. Besides, I have mattress protection."

Eventually you reach your house.

"Wait, I have to go to the bathroom." Sonata wets herself, giggling as the pee soaks her filthy skirt and panties and flows down her legs. "Ah, that's better."

You enter your house. Immediately she gets on all fours. She lets out a loud, long, wet fart that blows her skirt back. "Oopsie... I'm the gassiest of the sirens because I also eat lots of tacos."

"That'll just make me like you more." You lift Sonata's skirt and start rubbing her butt. You love the sight of it in front of your face, in those dirty panties. You love the wet, dirty, grimy feeling of her panties on your hands, as well as the texture of her butt. And you love the smell of it. You sniff her butt up close.

"You have a thing for smelly girls, don't you?" she says.

"Yes."

FFFFFFRRRRRRT! Sonata giggles as she farts in your face.

You sniff deeply again and continue rubbing her tushie while she lets out a series of wet farts.

"Are you having as much fun as I am?" you ask, still rubbing her butt and sniffing it.

*ppprrrt* "Of course I am, silly! I love getting a butt massage from someone who loves the way I smell and having me fart in their face!"

"Has that ever happened before?"

"Well... no, but it's happening now and I love it!" PPPPFFFFT!

You rub her butt for about ten minutes before you stop. "Can you sit down now?" you ask.

"Lay on your back," she says.

You lay on your back, anticipating what's to come with excitement. Is this going where you think it's going?

Sure enough, Sonata sits on your face, lifting her skirt so your face is pressed against her dirty butt and panties. She giggles. "Yes, it doesn't hurt anymore."

You breathe in deeply through your nose, taking in the foul smell, for you're greatly enjoying this. You give her a thumbs up.

Sonata lets loose with a flurry of explosive wet farts. This makes it even more enjoyable for you. You can't get enough of your face being close to or pressed against her butt when she's smelling really bad, in dirty underwear, and farting.

After about five minutes, she stands up. "I didn't knock you out, did I?"

"If I was going to faint it would be from excitement," you say. "I loved it."

"How about you smell my armpits?"

"Want to do that here or in my spare closet?"

"Ooh! Closet sounds fun! Let's just get something to eat and drink first."

So you and Sonata have a snack and drink some soda. Then you lead Sonata into your closet and close the door. Where you could easily smell Sonata within a few feet of her before, now the closet is full of her stench. You inhale deeply through your nose and exhale in a sigh of satisfaction.

"Wanna smell my armpits now?" She lifts both her arms, and more visible stench emanates from her armpits as you get a very unpleasant whiff. Well, unpleasant might not be the right word for you, since you love how bad she smells.

You sniff her armpits up close, enjoying the foul stench that you're sure would knock out anyone else except Adagio and Aria, who smell just as bad. You can't believe a smell like this is coming from a pretty girl like her. You love it, and she's having a lot of fun too.

As you sniff her armpits, you also start to tickle them. Sonata starts laughing uncontrollably and you keep tickling her armpits while sniffing them. Sonata is laughing so hard she can't even get any words out, and soon she's peeing herself again. You keep tickling her until she stops peeing, then back up. "Did you like that?"

"I loved it!" she says. "Adagio and Aria only wet themselves because they're sulking over losing their power and don't care about being clean anymore. I just wet myself and smell bad cause it's fun. But it's even more fun to have someone who likes me that way, and WAY more fun to wet myself from laughing too hard." She giggles and farts.

"Can I smell your feet now?"

"If you liked my armpits you'll love this." She sits down with her legs spread so you can see her wet, dirty, smelly underwear. She removes her socks and shoes, and more visible stench rises from her feet.

You sniff her feet up close. They smell every bit as foul as her armpits, which smell even worse than her butt, despite her farting and non-use of toilet paper. So naturally, you sniff as deeply as you can. This whole closet is like a sauna to you and Sonata is at the center of it with her smelly feet, armpits, and rear end.

As you sniff Sonata's feet, she farts several times. They range in length and most of them are high-pitched. Then...

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!

Sonata giggles at this long, loud, deep-pitched fart. "That was so unladylike." She giggles.

"Are you sure you didn't make a mess?" you ask.

Sonata feels her butt. "All good! My underwear's probably dirtier by now but I never make a mess in them."

You start tickling her feet while sniffing them. She laughs, unable to kick her legs with you holding her feet in place, and she wets her panties again.

"You just went like a minute ago."

"I had a LOT to drink. I drank one or two beers and like 20 sodas." She lets out a sputtering wet fart.

After you're done sniffing and tickling her feet, you spend the rest of the day hanging out.

"Want to sleep in my bed tonight?" you ask.

"If you don't mind me peeing in it."

"I told you I have mattress protection."

That night, you change into your pajamas, she stays in her filthy, smelly outfit, and you climb into bed together. You cuddle under the covers, smelling her up close, while she farts repeatedly, until you both fall asleep.

She wets the bed after you wake up, but before she wakes up.