Misadventures in Babysitting

Pinkie Pie was very excited, for she was going to be babysitting Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake for a week while Mr. and Mrs. Cake were away for an event that involved cake. She was always able to make them laugh - sometimes by farting, which they found absolutely hilarious.

Pound Cake could fly and Pumpkin Cake had the power of telekinesis, which Twilight said must have been because of a surge of Equestrian magic on the day they were born. This could have made them quite a handful, but they were always well behaved around their parents and both they and Pinkie were sure the twins would be just as good around her since they liked her so much.

Being the middle of summer, Pinkie was wearing a white and pink T-shirt and short, tight jean shorts. She thought they made her butt look cute, and the twins laughed whenever she slapped her butt. Nothing about it was sexual to them of course, they just found it funny, as did Pinkie.

Mr. and Mrs. Cake arrived at Pinkie's house, dropped the baby twins off, said goodbye, and left.

"We're gonna have so much fun together!" said Pinkie. She farted loudly and giggled.

Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake laughed.

"Who wants cake?" said Pinkie, putting a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting on the table. She first set the plates on the table, a big plate for herself and small plates for the twins at the high chairs where they sat.

As Pinkie was getting knives and forks, Pumpkin Cake telekinetically levitated the cake onto the chair with the big plate in front of it. Pound Cake giggled, then he and his sister stayed quiet as Pinkie returned with a knife to cut the cake with and forks for the twins (she intended to eat her pieces of cake by hand). After she set the forks on the twins' plates, Pinkie walked over to her chair, not noticing the cake was missing from the table, and sat down.

A loud squelching noise was heard and Pinkie's eyes went wide. She had felt something squish under her butt when she sat down. She stood up and saw the squashed cake on her chair.

Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake laughed at their prank, and the way Pinkie's butt looked with chocolate frosting on it.

Pinkie also giggled. "Cake sitting. I see what you did there."

Pinkie's shorts were clean enough that it didn't contaminate the cake, so she cut it into pieces and they ate it anyway. After that she gave them their milk bottles while she drank lots of soda, after which she let out a long belch, much to the twins' amusement, though they thought farts were funnier.

For the next hour or so, Pinkie played games with the twins. They were very good at a lot of them despite their extremely young age. Then she let them ride her, pretending she was a pony. Pound Cake would slap her butt to make her move forward. Not only was this how you would get horses to move, but they thought it was funny, and so did she.

Until, Pinkie felt a sudden, intense, and familiar urge hit her. "Ooh! This pony needs a pit stop, cause I gotta go potty!" She reached for her back to gently pull the twins off her, but they were gone. She looked over and saw them disappear into the bathroom. She ran to the bathroom door and tried to open it, but it was locked.

The twins had locked it from the inside? They really were smarter than the average baby. Pinkie held herself and pee danced as she waited for them to get out.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" said Pinkie. "I really gotta go!" She wasn't kidding. She was in desperate need of a bathroom, and she hadn't gotten around to unclogging her other toilet after she had eaten the first of a huge stash of prunes she had bought yesterday. She made a mental note to call the plumber later today.

Then she heard a toilet flush. Amidst her overflowing bladder, Pinkie was a little worried that the twins might have flushed themselves down the toilet.

But then, the door opened, and the twins came out, completely clean and dry. Pinkie was impressed. They were toilet trained already? Did they do it themselves?

Pinkie snapped out of it and was about to run into the bathroom and get her relief when she felt a sudden tug on her underwear. She tried to run but though her legs moved, she wasn't moving forward at all. She looked behind her to see Pound Cake, hovering and pulling on her white panties with his hands, giving her a wedgie. Both he and Pumpkin Cake were laughing at seeing Pinkie's underwear.

Pinkie giggled slightly herself, but held herself with both hands. "Can you let me go? I gotta go pee really, really, really badly!"

Pumpkin Cake levitated some feathers with her telekinesis.

"Don't do it, Pumpkin Cake!" said Pinkie, trying her hardest to hold it but knowing she wouldn't stand a chance against those feathers. "If you tickle me, I'm gonna wet my shorts!"

Pumpkin Cake immediately tickled Pinkie's armpits with the feathers. Pinkie tried her hardest to not laugh, but it was virtually impossible especially for her. Pinkie started laughing hard, and in only a few seconds she was peeing her shorts uncontrollably. The twins laughed at the sight of the wet spot rapidly expanding on Pinkie's crotch as the pee flowed down her legs in torrents, forming a puddle where she stood.

Pinkie was barely aware of the warm wetness spreading through her shorts and down her legs. She was laughing her pink butt off as Pumpkin Cake continued to tickle her relentlessly.

When she finished peeing, Pumpkin Cake stopped tickling her. As soon as Pinkie stopped laughing, she felt her wet shorts and blushed, giggling nervously at her accident. The wet spot, puddle, and pee smell were all too easy to notice. But she also noticed the twins laughing, and smiled in a less sheepish way, as she loved seeing them happy and making them laugh. Plus, it was kind of funny, she would always laugh at any mention of wetting, except Fluttershy's fear wettings, which she would instead try to cheer her up.

"Can I change into something dry?" said Pinkie. "I wet myself really bad." She giggled.

Pound Cake kept a firm grip on Pinkie's underwear, preventing her from going anywhere. Pumpkin Cake levitated a rope and tied Pinkie's hands behind her back. Pound Cake released Pinkie's panties, which snapped against her rear end. She tried to walk to her bedroom to get a dry pair of shorts, but fell on her butt. Pound Cake grabbed her underwear again and dragged her between the two couches in the living room. Pumpkin Cake then levitated more rope and tied Pinkie's left leg to the couch on her left, and her right leg to the couch on her right. This forced Pinkie's legs to stay spread, giving the twins a perfect view of her wet shorts. They laughed, and Pinkie giggled, though a little nervously.

The twins turned on the TV. Teletubbies was on. Pound Cake picked up the remote and changed the input to Blu Ray, and Pumpkin Cake levitated a Blu Ray disc into the player. Pound Cake closed it and played the movie.

Pinkie was very entertained, even in her current position, for this movie was one of many in the section of her shelf that was full of fart jokes and bathroom humor. She and the twins both found it funny to no end, and so they were all laughing equally throughout the movie. The only other person who would watch these movies with her was Rainbow Dash.

In the middle of the movie, the twins paused to get bottles of milk. Pinkie was quite impressed they could do this themselves. They also poured a large glass of soda for her to drink, Pumpkin Cake levitating it in front of her. Pinkie wasted no time in guzzling it down, spilling a bit of it down her front onto her shirt.

The twins didn't resume the movie yet, instead they just stared at Pinkie as though expecting something. And in only ten minutes, Pinkie found out what.

Pinkie let loose with a flurry of short, wet farts. Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake laughed, and Pinkie giggled as she kept farting. It didn't take her long to figure out that they had put fart powder in her soda. She had a big stash of fart powder along with soda, cake, beans, and, more recently, prunes. She was stinking up her shorts and the room, but the twins didn't care, it was too funny to them.

Eventually they resumed the movie. When they finished it, they fed Pinkie some baked beans before drinking their refilled bottles of milk, then a slice of cake. With her hands tied behind her back she could only use her face to eat it, getting her face and shirt dirty with bean sauce and cake frosting. But she didn't really mind, it was so delicious. They finished by giving her another soda with fart powder in it. She giggled at how gassy she was going to be between that and the beans.

Before long she was farting non-stop again, giggling the entire time as the twins laughed. In the middle of it, they ran to the bathroom and returned completely dry.

Soon Pinkie was feeling an urge to pee again. "This has been really fun, but can you untie me now? I gotta go potty!"

The twins laughed, and neither made a move to untie her.

Pinkie fidgeted, but with her hands tied behind her back she couldn't hold herself, and with her feet tied to the couches, she couldn't cross her legs. With her legs spread the way they were, it was harder to hold it. She wondered if this was why they tied her feet to the couches instead of tying them together.

"Can you PLEASE untie me?" said Pinkie, growing more desperate by the second. "I REALLY gotta go!"

The twins laughed, enjoying watching Pinkie squirm. But not in a sadistic way.

Between her legs being spread and having held to bursting point earlier today, Pinkie couldn't hold it for very long. She sighed in relief as she peed herself for the second time today. The twins laughed at the sight of Pinkie having another accident in front of them, as a puddle grew where she sat. She blushed, but giggled, finding a bit of humor in it. In the middle of peeing, she let out a sputtering wet fart in her puddle, which made the twins laugh harder.

Once Pinkie finished wetting herself, Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake put on another movie from Pinkie's "Toilet Humor" shelf. Pinkie sat in her wet shorts tied to the couches as she watched the movie with them and laughed every bit as hard as they did at all the fart jokes and pee and poop scenes in the movie. In the last quarter of the movie, Pinkie laughed so hard she peed again.

When the movie was over, Pinkie said "Can I have another snack?"

Pumpkin Cake levitated one of Pinkie's prunes before her. Without thinking, Pinkie ate it as fast as she could.

Pinkie continued to sit there and fart, and soon her farts grew wetter and stinkier.

FFFFRRRRRPPPPT!

"Ooh... that sounded wet." Pinkie giggled, and then a wetter fart made its way out of her. "Can you untie me now! I gotta go potty!"

The twins just laughed.

"I know I wet myself three times already, but I gotta go poop this time! If I don't get to a bathroom right now I'm gonna make a mess!"

The twins laughed and let Pinkie stay tied up where she was.

Pinkie fidgeted in her puddle, farting repeatedly. She couldn't see how she could avoid it. She was going to have a messy accident in her shorts. Usually she found it funny, but it could be very unpleasant to actually do. The best she could do was just hold it as long as she could.

But eventually she couldn't hold it any longer. After a few wet farts, Pinkie noisily filled her shorts with hyperscat. She sighed in relief as a visible stench came from her. The twins could smell it but they didn't mind; they just lay on their backs, kicking their legs and laughing.

In spite of the wet, smelly mess in her shorts, Pinkie giggled, glad that she was able to entertain the twins, even if it meant going to the bathroom on herself in both ways.

Pinkie sat in her wet, soiled shorts as the twins watched another movie, occasionally serving Pinkie soda or cake. Pinkie farted several times during the movie, and giggled in spite of her current state.

Eventually, nighttime came. Pumpkin Cake levitated a blanket around Pinkie to keep her warm, she and Pound Cake both kissed Pinkie on the cheeks for goodnight, and they tucked themselves into their crib.

"Aren't you gonna untie me?" Pinkie asked. But she could hear the twins snoring from their crib. She sighed and sat in her wet, soiled state until she fell asleep.