Rarity's Bad Case of Diarrhea
Rarity was going on a summer road trip with the other Equestria Girls. She was wearing a light blue tank top and a short, skintight pair of purple spandex shorts, with light blue panties underneath. Both she and Applejack thought she looked lovely in them.
Twilight was driving, Sunset was in the front seat, Rarity was sitting beside Applejack in the middle, and Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy were in the back seat.
They had just been on the road for 15 minutes when Rarity's stomach started gurgling uncomfortably. She wasn't sure why. She had eaten a big breakfast this morning.
"You all right, Rares?" Applejack asked.
"I'm fine," said Rarity. "I guess I didn't eat enough for breakfast today."
Her stomach gurgled even louder, and she moaned from the stomach cramp.
"You sure you're all right?" Applejack asked again.
"Yes, Applejack, there's nothing-"
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Rarity blushed. "Oh my."
Rainbow and Pinkie laughed, while Twilight opened her window a bit.
"Feel better?" Applejack asked.
"Honestly... no." Rarity's stomach gurgled again and she sweated a little from the effort of holding it in.
"Just let it out," said Applejack. "You won't be able to hold it till the next gas staton anyway. Twi can open all the windows if she has to."
"I couldn't... it's not ladylike..." Her stomach growled and cramped again and she closed her eyes shut.
After another minute, she accidentally let out a loud wet fart. PPPPPRRRRRRRT!
"Phew, Rarity!" said Applejack, fanning the air with her hat while Twilight opened all the windows. "What in tarnation did you eat, girl?"
"Some scrambled eggs and hot dogs that felt undercooked, and some milk that tasted funny," said Rarity. "It must have expired. So I washed it down with some prune juice." *ffrrrppt*
"Twi, we'd better get to the gas station pronto," said Applejack.
"We're still half an hour away," said Twilight.
"Come to think of it..." said Rarity, pausing to let out another boisterous wet fart. "...my dinner last night seemed undercooked as well." BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRT! She blushed and giggled nervously at this loud, deep-pitched fart.
"Oh my," said Fluttershy. She hoped Rarity wouldn't have an accident. She knew it would be so humiliating if it happened to her.
"I think it's done," said Rarity. She momentarily sighed of relief, and then got a sudden intense urge in her bowels, so she had no choice but to let loose with a flurry of loud, wet farts. She blushed beet red as one boisterous wet fart after another made its way out of her, stinking up the van despite all the windows being open, and Pinkie laughed so hard she nearly wet herself.
Over the next fifteen minutes, Rarity's farts got wetter and stinkier.
"Twi, how far until the gas station?" Applejack asked Twilight after Rarity let out a particularly dirty wet fart.
"About 15 minutes," said Twilight.
"I... really don't think I can hold it that long," said Rarity. PPPPBBBRRRRT! "I'm going to have to do more than just fart soon!" PPPPPPFFFFFFRRRRRRT! "Ooh... that sounded wet..."
"Phew, that's just foul," said Applejack, fanning the air again.
"My apologies, Applejack," said Rarity, trying to maintain her ladylike composure despite her gassiness.
"Don't worry about it, sugarcube. It could happen to anyone. I know it happened to me once. I was workin' the farm when I had a major gas attack, then as soon as I realized I needed to poop, I ran into the barn and did my business in the pigpen. It was quite a mess but the pigs loved it. I had to change my shorts and underwear when I was done though."
"Too much information, but thank you," said Rarity, farting again. At least she knew she wasn't the only girl who had a bad case of the farts and diarrhea.
Five minutes later, Rarity let out another wet fart, and then moaned.
"I don't think I can hold it another ten minutes," she said. "I'm about to make a mess!"
Twilight pulled over on the side of the road. "You'd better go outside," said Twilight.
"Heavens, no. I am a lady, and I do not go to the bathroom out-" BBBRRRRRT! "Actually, good idea."
Rarity ran outside, pulled down her shorts and underwear, squatted down, and released a torrent of diarrhea onto the grass. She sighed in relief as she emptied her bowels. Once she was done, she pulled her shorts up and looked at the mess she had made. It was a thick, brown, smelly puddle of liquid diarrhea. She walked up to Twilight's window.
"Do you have a garbage bag or something I can sit on? After something like that I usually have to go through a whole roll of toilet paper." Rarity blushed.
"I got somethin' right here," said Applejack, holding up a small garbage bag, one of many they had brought with them. She set it on Rarity's seat and Rarity sat back down. Before she did, Applejack could see a brown stain on the butt of her shorts.
They continued on the road. Rarity occasionally fidgeted slightly. The dirty feeling on her butt annoyed her so. She knew her shorts must have been stained. She just hoped Applejack hadn't seen it.
As they were about five minutes from the gas station, Rarity started farting again.
"Oh no... I think..." *ppprrrt* "I think the second wave is coming."
"We're almost at the gas station," said Twilight. "If you can just hold it five more minutes.
Several dirty wet farts later, Rarity was getting pretty desperate. But they made it to the gas station and parked. Rarity stepped out, but let out another wet fart and stopped in her tracks.
"You all right, Rares?" Applejack asked.
"I feel... if I take another step, I'll have an accident! I don't know what to do..." PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRT!
"Don't worry, I'll carry you." Applejack got Rarity over her shoulder and ran into the gas station, with one hand on Rarity's butt, though clear of the brown stain. As Applejack ran, Rarity farted. They were very wet, stinky farts, and Applejack could smell them easily, for her head was close to Rarity's butt, but she didn't really mind.
Applejack ran into the gas station and ran up to the clerk. "Where's the bathroom? My girl's gotta go real bad!"
Rarity let out a loud, wet fart, and blushed, also fully aware that the clerk could see the stain on her shorts, but for the moment she just cared about not messing herself.
"That way," the clerk pointed towards the bathroom door. "You'd better hurry. It looks, sounds, and smells like she won't last much longer."
Applejack ran into the bathroom and set Rarity down on the toilet. Not caring that Applejack was still in view, Rarity pulled down her shorts and panties and released the contents of her bowels, which splashed into the toilet loudly. Rarity sighed of relief. Applejack loved the sight of this, not to mention the sound, for Rarity was relieving herself with lots of fart noises.
Once Rarity was done, she pulled her shorts back up and flushed.
"Aren't you gonna wipe?" Applejack asked.
Rarity let out a short, wet fart. "I'd have to go through the whole roll of toilet paper. Besides, my shorts and underwear are already filthy, the only way they can get dirtier is if I mess myself completely."
"Good point," said Applejack.
Rarity turned around. "Is the stain on my shorts noticeable?"
Applejack was sure it had just gotten a little bigger. "It is, but don't worry your pretty li'l head about it none."
Rarity and Applejack walked outside the bathroom.
"I beg your pardon for my unladylike display," said Rarity, keeping up a graceful, feminine air about her.
"Don't worry about it," said the clerk. "It could happen to anyone."
Rarity and Applejack returned to the van.
"Did you make it?" Sunset asked.
"Barely," said Rarity.
"Are you sure you don't have to go again?" Twilight asked.
"I'm sure," said Rarity.
"All right." They hit the road once more.
But about 20 minutes later, Rarity was farting again.
"Oh come on!" said Rarity. "How come..." FFFRRRRT! "...this won't..." PPPPFFFFFT! "...stop?" BRRAAAP!
"You must have a bad case of diarrhea," said Rainbow Dash. "That happened to me once."
Rarity kept farting for five more minutes, before her next wet fart released a bit of diarrhea into her shorts. PLORP! She whimpered.
"Phew," said Applejack. "Twi, pull over now!"
Twilight pulled over, and Rarity ran outside and did her business again. When she came back in, the stain on her shorts was much bigger, but she only had a little bit of diarrhea in her underwear.
"You all right, Rares?" said Applejack.
"I soiled myself just a little, but otherwise, I'm fine." Rarity blushed, but didn't feel overly embarrassed. Her dignity was already shot from farting so much.
Twilight resumed driving, and Rarity sat in her dirty shorts for another half hour before...
BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!
Rarity blushed lightly at this long, loud, deep-pitched fart. Applejack fanned the air again, and Pinkie laughed so hard she wet her shorts. She blushed lightly, but didn't seem to care.
"I'd better pull over again," said Twilight.
"Yes," said Rarity. "I think that was a little more than just a fart near the end."
Twilight pulled over. As Rarity got out of her seat, she let out another wet fart, and felt another small amount of diarrhea plop into her shorts. She ran a bit to the side, and involuntarily let out a little more diarrhea. She was just about to reach for her shorts to pull them down, when...
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Rarity stood still with her eyes wide open as her explosive diarrhea forced its way out of her. She filled her shorts to the brim, which caused a brown bulge to appear on her butt, and diarrhea oozed out of her leg holes and ran down her legs in torrents. She blushed beet red. She had just had a full-blown accident in her shorts. And it was very unpleasant and foul-smelling.
When Rarity finished messing herself, she waddled back to the van and sat down, cringing as she felt her mess squish under her. No one needed to ask if she made it.
"Don't worry, Rares," said Applejack. "I still love you, and there's a small pond just outside the city we're goin' to. You can rinse yourself off there."
"I know the spot," said Twilight. "You can count on me."
Rarity felt better at this. Even Pinkie wasn't laughing at her.
"Don't feel bad, Rarity," said Pinkie. "Besides, you're not the first to have an accident today." She felt her wet jean shorts and giggled.
"Thank you, girls," she said. "I'm dreadfully sorry about the smell." She held her nose, for the smell of her own accident repulsed her.
"We can handle it until you can rinse off," said Sunset.
"Besides, I've smelled worse at the farm when workin' with manure," said Applejack. "Though, this does come pretty dang close."
Rarity kissed Applejack lightly on the cheek. BLART! She let out a sloppy wet fart, soiling her shorts further, but she just giggled.
Once she'd rinsed off in the pond, making sure her shorts and panties were empty, she returned to the van, dripping wet but much cleaner. Her shorts still had a stain on the butt, but the girls agreed on a cover story that she'd fallen into the mud. Rarity didn't have a change of clothes (unusually for the fashion designer) so she had to stay in her wet, dirty, slightly smelly shorts, but she had fun on the trip all the same, and her diarrhea seemed to have subsided after the messing.
Of course, that didn't keep her from peeing her shorts on the way back after having a lot to drink and trying to hold it to the gas station. She blushed lightly but laughed it off with the others.
