"I can't. I'll tender my resignation instead." The tan-skinned half-elf confides to her long-time friend and coworker.

"Flare, don't do anything drastic," Noel pleads with her.

Flare crosses her arms. "It's gross and disgusting. Why should we be subjected to this treatment?"

"I know it's weird, but everyone has to go through it. It's just a week and then you'll be done," Noel bargains. Then she switches tactics, "What if I could help change your view?"

Flare raises her eyebrow. "How so?"

Noel had "selflessly" volunteered to take her turn after Flare, reasoning with the other Generation 3 members that Flare should get them at their cleanest state.

In reality, Noel has a hardcore smell fetish. The mere thought of getting her hands on a freshly-worn pair of Flare's panties—not to mention ones she had worn for a week without washing—was putting Noel's libido into overdrive.

The knight clears her throat and begins, "If we could associate the experience with pleasure, it wouldn't be bad, right?"

"Why would I ever associate dirty, stinky, stained panties with pleasure?" Flare retorts.

Noel smoothly slides behind Flare, her hot breath enveloping the elven ears as she whispers seductively into them. "Because I'm going to fuck you in them."

Noel unclasps Flare's bra and it drops to the ground. She reaches around and grasps Flare's tits, then presses her own enormous breasts against the elf's back and begins kissing the nape of her neck.

Noel blindly fumbles forward to stick her fingers into Flare's mouth, landing clumsily on her lower lip. Flare's tongue meets her halfway and guides Noel's fingers the rest of the way into her mouth to suck on. With her other hand Noel tugs at Flare's panties, pulling them over tan mounds of rump flesh.

A strand of saliva arcs down as the knight pulls her fingers out of Flare's mouth and feels around for her big brown nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefingers. Flare reaches down to rub her bare clit, but Noel catches her hand and restrains it.

"Nuh-uh~" Noel chastises her. "You can only be touched down there while you're wearing the panties."

Flare scrambles to get her feet in the underwear and up past her wide hips. Noel's plan was working; Flare's disgust was being drowned out by her horniness. Soon she woul—

Flare grabs Noel by the back of her head and shoves her face-first into her pussy, grinding her crotch against the knight's nose. Noel's previously cool demeanor was thrown askew by the sudden switch in Flare's behaviour. The smells that were entering her olfactory organs put Noel into a euphoric trance.
Noel deeply breaths the rank musk, dragging her nose downward so that it looks like a pig's snout.

Flare wraps her thighs around Noel's neck, pressing further into her loins.

"Lick it!" she commands, now fully taking the dominant position.

Her eyes watering, Noel begins slobbering over the front of the stained white panties, making them transluscent with spit and slime. Noel runs her wide tongue up the length of Flare's labia, causing her clitoris to poke up. She catches it firmly by a bite with her lips, and lashes it using the tip of her tongue.

Flare rhythmically squeezes her thighs and presses down on the top of Noel's head while she laps away at her sex. Noel is becoming ravenous; the stench of the panties, Flare's pussy juice and the sweat of her groin are creating a concoction of pure lust. Her tongue is dancing now; she's breathing heavily through her nose and noisily sucking in dribble through her nostrils.

Flare's moans come faster and faster; she closes her eyes and arches her neck backwards; her toes curl and the heels of her feel dig into Noel's backside. Flare squirts a transparent liquid, filtering through the panty fabric and coating the back of Noel's throat.

Loosened from the hold of Flare's legs, Noel sits back on the balls of her feet and gargles the girl cum in her mouth. She swallows the soup and experiences her own leg-shaking orgasm, her limbs slowly slumping over as it subsides.

Flare crawls over to spoon with her lover.

"Y'know," she starts. "If you're OK with it, maybe we could… trade every other day for the next 2 weeks?"

Noel turns to Flare and consummates the agreement with a wet, sloppy kiss.

* * *

Luna lay on her back and lifts her legs and buttocks off the bed. From her perspective looking down the length of her body, she can only see the hem of her pink dress and the toes of her stocking feet sticking out above it. She feels the cool air across her bare crotch and hears the opening of a plastic bag as the top of one of the princess's attendants bobs around at the rim of the dress.

"Brace yourself, Hime-sama."

The attendant begins threading the soggy pair of panties onto Luna's legs.

"Nnnnaaaa~" Luna turns her head to the side and pouts angrily at the clammy sensation spreading up her thighs on its way to her butt. She kicks indignantly, making it harder for the servant to fulfill his duty. After a struggle, the servant tucks the waistband under Luna's soft jiggly cheeks and it plaps against her backside. She lowers her hips and the panties wetly squelch as her ass flattens onto the mattress.

Luna is not happy with this new arrangement requiring her to wear a used pair of panties for one full week. The Generation 4 member audibly shivers as the sodden skivvies chill off her private parts.

The servant takes another bag from the cabinet and opens it. From within he produces a puffy white diaper, large enough to fit a small adult.

"Your highness, if I may? This should help the dampness from irritating the princess's delicate sensibilities."

"Luna is not a baby!" she grumbles angrily. She slaps the attendant's hands, knocking the diaper to the floor. He calmly stoops down to retrieve it, a flurry of impotent kicking pursuing him. He stands back up straight, holding the diaper.

Breathing deeply to catch her out-of-shape breath, Luna inhales an acrid scent of ammonia and reflexively coughs. She again feels the wetness on her skin evaporating and goosepimples forming on her limbs. Scornfully, and without saying a word, she once again lifts and presents her legs to the assistant in submission.

The servant wraps the padded diaper around Luna's waist and fastens the tape. The absorbent material immediately begins sucking up the leftover liquid from the panties.

Luna with her back still flat on the bed holds both her arms straight up, frozen in the air, waiting. The servant cups each of her hands and lifts the princess's weight, bending her upright at the midsection.

Luna gingerly shuffles her thighs, feeling the new sensation of puffy fabric around her groin. She could still perceive the sticky panties clinging to her buttcheeks inside the diaper, but the thick padding trapped and reflected the heat of her loins, quickly warming her back up.

Kun kun Luna sniffs at the air.

"Gross, nanoooora. Do something about this smell!" she commands.

"Your highness, I'm afraid the terms of the contract state that we can't apply any perfumes to the garment."

Luna says nothing but glares stubbornly. The servant knows that he can't move on until the situation is resolved to her liking. He leaves the room and returns shortly with a cylindrical roll—fabric tape.

"Please lift your arms, miss," the servant asks, stretching a length of tape from the roll. Luna sticks her arms outwards, granting the servant access to her abdomen. Placing the free end of the tape against the top edge of the diaper and the princess's soft tummy, the assistant creates an air-tight seal around her waist.

After adjusting her dress again, Luna sniffs, but she can no longer smell the used underpants. Content, she hops off the edge of the bed and dismisses the servant with a series of smacks. He closes the bedroom door on his way out.

Luna spends the next several hours lazing about her room, surfing the web, playing video games, eating candy, and sending messages to Subaru—a typical day for the princess.

Luna chuckles to herself after sharing more SubaLuna fanart with Subaru on Discord. Then, suddenly she feels a cramp in her gut. The sugary sweets have kickstarted her metabolism and induced a strong urge to poop.

She walks to her master bathroom and prepares to pull down her diaper in front of the toilet. She struggles for several minutes but her weak fingers can't peel off the fabric tape imprisoning her. She's going to need help getting free.

Brppt a wet fart reverberates from her butt and she panickedly squeezes it shut.

Slowly she starts to waddle towards her bedroom door, sliding her feet across the floor without lifting or bending at the knees. When she gets a pace away from the threshold, she reaches out to the handle.

With the wall giving her a solid base to balance, Luna is able to pause for a moment. She crosses her legs and clamps her asshole tightly. The turd in her rectum sucks inward one centimeter and a cold sweat spreads over her body. She pounds her flat palm against the door to alert the attention of her servant.

"Help, nanora!"

She feels another wave of contractions in her colon and refocuses on clenching her butthole shut. A metallic grinding can be heard as the servant twists open the door. Luna loses her grip on the rotating knob and falls to her knees when the hinge swings outwards. She grabs onto the servant's trouser legs to avoid faceplanting onto the ground.

It's too late.

Luna's sphincter gives out and the tip of her shit peeks out of her asshole. Her anus slowly expands to accomodate the full girth and the poop temporarily halts at the exit. Luna inhales and feels her muscles grip the sides of the log. This is it. While she exhales, Luna pushes with all her might, releasing the load into her diaper. The back fabric of her nappy swells as it fills with her waste. A semi-solid turd makes way as softer poo spirals out after it.

The bottom of her soiled diaper hangs visibly below the rim of her dress, yet remains firmly attached by the fabric tape around her now empty belly.

After pushing a few more times to be sure she was fully evacuated, Luna looks up with teary eyes, her gaze meeting with the servant's.

The servant stares back down his nose at the pitiful sight at his feet, then a grin creeps across his mouth. He bends down and grasps Luna's forearms to release her clutches, then takes one step backwards.

Without breaking eye contact the servant begins closing the door. "I'm sorry, Hime-sama. I'm afraid that I'm occupied for the remainder of the evening. You will be taken care of tomorrow."

The latch closes with a clack, leaving the princess alone to stew in her mess.