Sweaty unwashed dash olfactophilia fic [NSFW], by Anon

 >”Whew! I swear Spitfire’s making those courses harder.”
>Dash begins to peel off her Wonderbolts attire as she bursts into the bedroom, swabbing her head with a flannel.
>”..and on the hottest day of the summer. You should have seen me go, though, anon! I was on fire out there!”
>She pauses to release a pent up sigh of exhaustion.
>”...in more ways than one.”
>She lets out a raspy snicker and flashes her teeth, tossing the sweat-drenched flannel at your face and watching you blush.
>”Don’t think I forgot you get off on this stuff, anon. Sicko.” She’s in a teasing mood again.
>The Pegasus finally liberates herself from her tight lycra suit and tosses it to the floor; now she’s out of that sticky prison her body is practically radiating with sweat. She’s been trapped in there like a sauna for the better part of the afternoon.
>She throws herself back against her pillows, forehooves resting behind her head.
>”Well? This has gotta be like your fantasy, right? Me all hot and sweaty and..”
>She pauses; you see her nostrils flare and she covers her muzzle.
>”Blech! Guess I forgot to put deodorant on this morning. No wonder I felt so itchy.”
>She’s right; this is the kind of situation you would usually have only dreamt about, but being with a mare like Rainbow Dash makes it a reality on a semi-regular basis. She’s not a pony who cares all that much about being hygienic, and with all the exerting flying she does every day it would be hard for her to be too concerned about a little sweat.
>You slither up beside her and find yourself compelled to just hug her, wrapping your arms around her and holding her close.
>She reciprocates the gesture, though she’s clearly a little too hot and stuffy to want to hold it for long.

>Now you’re close to her, her own natural musk hits you pretty hard. High and swampy.
>Geez. Even though you’re into this stuff, it’s pretty offensively bad. A sharp, stinging stench of body odor and sweat that commingle into an earthy, acrid cocktail of smells.
>”Well? You gonna just lie there or you gonna sniff me?”
>The Pegasus shifts her exposed pit towards you with a wry grin.
>You lean over her and bury your nose in the matted, swampy fur that’s mangled in a little unkempt sweat-drenched patch.
>The smell makes you feel almost drunk it’s so strong, but god do you love it.
>”Jeez, anon. You’re already hard? Guess it doesn’t take a lot to get you going, huh?”
>She giggles. You hadn’t even realized you’re sporting a half-chub in your pants.
>It would be hard not to, really; you take a look at the panting, perspiring mare laid out beneath you. Her eyes telling you to sniff her as much as you damn well please.
>It’s as if Rainbow Dash gets off on getting you off, as she seems to give you little words of encouragement while you inhale every inch of her damp, musky body.
>”You wanna give those pits a lick, Anon? I bet you ten bits it makes you gag.”
>Of course she finds a way to be competitive.
>In the intoxication of arousal you agree, though, and lap, slightly overconfidently, at the soggy under-arm fur that’s imbued with her own personal scent and taste.
>You feel yourself retch. It’s purely a mechanical response to the profusely tart flavor now staining your tongue.
>”Ha! That’s ten bits! Sure you don’t wanna give up? You haven’t even gone lower than my chest yet and I know you’re gonna struggle with that today.”
>Maybe she’s right, but you love it. You love how disgusting it is, and decide, spontaneously, to show her this by pressing your lips into hers for a quick kiss.

>She snickers again.
>”All those laps. Four hours trapped in that suit. Hot, sweating like a pig... I don’t even want to imagine how bad the pits down there stink.”
>She wiggles her hips to demonstrate.
>”Tell you what, Anon. If you can go without gagging even one more time, I’ll let you sniff my wonderbolt suit. How’s that sound? I can’t even imagine how much sweat’s collected in that thing.”
>You eye it up; scrunched up on the floor at the foot of the bed. It’s certainly a tempting offer.
“What if I lose?”
>She thinks for a second, but that signature smirk flashes across her face within seconds.
>”I’ll take regular showers and wear extra deodorant for the next month... AND I’ll borrow one of Rarity’s super fruity perfumes.”
>So, no more of these musky sessions for a while if you lose. It’s an outcome you’re willing to risk, and with a spit-soaked hoof-hand shake the bet is on.


Hope it’s to your liking, anons.
Like I say I will finish it tomorrow.

>Your avid sniffing continues down the mare's torso.
>You're approaching the danger zone, and she knows it.
>"Just try not to pass out down there, ok?"
>She snickers again in that smug way she does.
>but you're not so easily deterred.
>Grabbing her firm butt cheeks for support, you bury your head right into her groin, sucking in a deep lungful of the steamy musk stewing between her thighs.
>It's a move you instantly regret.
>It takes every ounce of restraint to not pull yourself away in a violent coughing fit.
>It seems the option to do that disappears, though, as Dash's hoof reaches down to press into the back of your head; forcing your nose between her warm, clammy thighs.
>"What's wrong? You can handle it, right, anon?"
>She wiggles her hips from side to side, lifting one of her legs to reveal the fleshy, furry pit beneath.
>The smell of her unwashed groin is somehow even stronger than her armpits; your head spins but you continue to huff her pungent fragrance like it's the last pocket of oxygen in Equestria.
>"Man, it really doesn't phase you, does it? Not only do you get off on this but you actually like it? Bet it smells like roses to you."
>All you can do is affirm with a nod.
>Your face is covered in her sweat now, and at this stage the half-chub in your pants is at full mast. It feels like it's going to burst if you don't relieve it.
>You unplug your face from her groin.
"Can I...?
>She knows you well enough to know exactly what you mean, and rolls her eyes with a simper.
>"Fine, I guess, but just don't get any on my bedsheets, okay?"
>It's not like they're not already filthy as is.
>Feeling your self-discipline fall away, you pull your dick from your pants and start jerking it with animalistic vigor.
>Dash simply watches the display with another little snicker.

>She holds her hoof up to your nose for you to sniff, but you're only addicted to the fusty fumes steaming in her groin pit, and find your face buried between her legs again; one side of your face met with the hot, sticky slobber of her marehood.
>"Looks like you're getting an hour alone with that suit of mine after all. Guess nothing grosses out someone as sick as you."
>Oh, it's definitely gross. No doubt about that - but that's exactly what makes you so aroused. Her taunting only arouses you further; so much it almost hurts.
>With a desperate gasp you bring your head out of her feverishly humid crotch and, now taken over by carnal bliss, you stuff your cock into the warm, fleshy pit your head had just occupied.
>"H-Hey! What do you think you're doing!?"
>...but you're already trusting backwards and forwards, fucking the tight space between her thigh and her pussy and holding onto her leg for support.
>Dash shuts up, cheeks now crimson, and begins to gasp to herself softly.
>You continue with your thrusting; her sweat lubricates you and the slightly loose, fatty flesh of her upper thigh hugs around your cock in a warm embrace.
>"L-Lewd!" She protests, pouting but not making any effort to stop you.
>After less than a minute your back arcs and you pump a healthy dose of thick ejaculate up over her torso.
>With a pop you pull your dick out from her crotch and feel yourself collapse backwards.
>"You think you can just leave a lady half-finished like that?" She jeers, breathless and grinning at you.

think I'll finish it there. Hope you anons enjoyed.