Misadventures in Babysitting

Pinkie woke up the next morning really needing to pee. The first thing she noticed was the stench around her. The second thing she noticed was that her shorts were wet and filled with poop. It didn't take her long to remember what had happened.

The twins were already awake, and Pound Cake hovered in front of her holding a plate of undercooked scrambled eggs. Pinkie devoured them and the cake they brought her for dessert before drinking some soda with fart powder in it. It seemed they had removed the blanket after they had woken up.

"It's a new day, can you untie me now?" asked Pinkie, struggling against her bonds. "I have to pee really badly!"

The twins just shrugged. Pinkie sighed and peed in her shorts, causing the twins to laugh, which in turn made Pinkie giggle as well.

Day 2 went very much the same way as Day 1: The twins served Pinkie soda with fart powder in it, cake for snacks, and beans for lunch.

Shortly after lunch, there was a knock on the door. Pound Cake hovered over to it, looked through the keyhole, and opened the door.

Rainbow Dash zipped in, wearing her outfit with the skintight pants. "Hi Pinkie Pie! I thought, since the twins share our interest in farts, maybe we could have a farting contest." She noticed Pinkie, tied to the couches and sitting in a puddle. "Whoa. What happened to you?"

"They tied me here since yesterday. I may have had more than one kind of accident in my shorts." She giggled. "But I'd be up for that farting contest."

The twins sat eagerly with a bowl of popcorn.

Rainbow Dash drank a large glass of water with fart powder in it, and gave Pinkie an equally large glass of water with the same amount of fart powder in it.

"So, how are you gonna babysit them tied like that?" Rainbow asked as they waited for the fart powder to take effect.

"They're usually in this room watching funny movies with me," Pinkie said. "They can do everything on their own. Pouring their bottles of milk, going to the bathroom... they've been feeding me cake, beans, prunes, and soda with fart powder in it. They also gave me undercooked eggs for breakfast which will make my shorts even messier..."

Before long, both girls took turns letting out long, loud, explosive wet farts. Pinkie's farts were wetter due to the state she was in, and a few of them were sharts. But Rainbow's farts were longer and slightly louder, as usual; Rainbow always won their farting contests. But Pinkie didn't mind, it was always fun either way.

The twins were laughing hard, Pound Cake flipping over the bowl of popcorn and spilling it everywhere. Not that they'd have been able to eat it laughing the entire time at Pinkie and Rainbow farting in front of them.

Soon Rainbow ran out of gas. "Looks like I win again," she said.

"I'd shake your hand if mine weren't tied," said Pinkie. "Can you maybe untie me?"

Rainbow chuckled. "You look like you're doing all right there. Watching funny movies, being served your favorite foods, farting a lot... have fun, Pinkie." Rainbow walked away.

"Rainbow wait!" said Pinkie, but Rainbow had shut the door and locked it. Pinkie sighed, but had to admit Rainbow did have a point, part of it WAS kind of fun.

Pound Cake offered Pinkie a prune.

"No thanks," said Pinkie. "My shorts are messy enough as it is."

Pound Cake gave Pinkie a cute pleading look.

"Oh all right," said Pinkie, and she ate the prune.

Soon Pinkie was letting loose with dirty wet farts, and it wasn't long before she made another mess in her already-soiled shorts. She felt so dirty but part of her did find it funny, and the twins certainly did. They then put on the first episode of one of Pinkie's favorite shows, which was full of fart jokes and wettings.

...

On Day 3, Pinkie was still in the same position as before. Her shorts were saturated and smelled strongly of pee, poop, and farts. Not to mention the rest of her was starting to smell due to not washing. But she wasn't entirely not enjoying herself, and was finding the movies to be entertaining, as well as enjoying how entertained her situation was making the twins.

At 11:00, Pumpkin Cake levitated a bowl of chili to Pinkie.

"Not chili," she said. "That stuff gives me really bad diarrhea."

The twins giggled, and Pumpkin Cake nudged Pinkie's chin with the bowl.

"Well, I'm only going to get messier anyway," said Pinkie, and she gobbled down the chili, getting a bit of it on her shirt. She paused for a few seconds, anticipating the mess that was to come. Her stomach growled, then... nothing. "Huh. I guess it doesn't have that effect on me anymore." Immediately after came a few wet farts, and then she noisily released explosive diarrhea into her shorts, adding to the tremendous mess. She blushed and giggled nervously while the twins laughed, and Pound Cake ran to the bathroom. Pinkie did find it kind of funny how the twins weren't wetting or messing themselves at all, and she was doing both every time she needed to go.

About an hour later, there was another knock on the door. Pound Cake opened it, and Rarity and Applejack walked in.

"Good afternoon, Pinkie," said Rarity. "We were just wondering how you were... Good heavens, what is that smell?"

Pinkie giggled nervously. "They tied me up two days ago. They're feeding me lots and keeping me entertained, but I've been going to the bathroom on myself ever since."

"Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry," said Rarity, trying to hide her disgust at the state Pinkie was in, as she felt bad for her.

"Can you untie me?" Pinkie asked, struggling against her bonds. Her butt squished around in her mess, and part of her liked how it felt.

Rarity slowly walked over to Pinkie. Her face turned green as she caught a very unpleasant whiff of the mess in her shorts. "Ugh... I think I'm gonna be sick..."

"Yeah, I may have had a bad case of diarrhea an hour ago."

Rarity reluctantly stepped in Pinkie's puddle, which was so big that untying her would be impossible for someone without telekinesis unless they stepped in it. She tried to untie Pinkie, but got one more whiff of her and passed out on her back in Pinkie's puddle of pee.

Applejack picked Rarity up out of the puddle. Pee dripped off the back of her purple skirt and her legs.

"Can you untie me?" Pinkie asked. "You're used to working with manure at the farm."

"This smells a might worse than that," said Applejack. "But it don't bother me much."

Pinkie sighed in relief.

"However, if I untie you, they'd just tie you up again," said Applejack.

It was then that Pinkie let out a few loud sharts. PLORP! BLART! BBBBRRRRRT! She couldn't help but giggle as the twins laughed.

"Plus, the three of you look like you're havin' fun anyway," said Applejack. "You want my advice, don't hold it too long. Unless that's fun for you, just let it all out when you feel the urge. You're gonna wet yourself anyway, so why suffer?"

"I... might have already started doing that." Pinkie blushed.

"And don't worry too much about the mess, I'm sure Rarity will make you another pair of shorts." Applejack walked away carrying Rarity.

"Awwwww," said Pinkie. But a part of her had actually hoped Applejack wouldn't untie her.

...

On Day 4, Pinkie remained where she was, farting, peeing, and pooping in her shorts, while watching her favorite movies with the twins.

Then Twilight and Sunset came in.

"Whoa," said Twilight, holding her nose and staring at Pinkie's heavily soiled shorts.

"Yeah, being tied up for four days will do that to you," said Pinkie. "They're a lot smarter than most kids their age. Can you untie me?"

Sunset braved Pinkie's stench and stepped through her puddle. As she grabbed onto the ropes binding her hands together, her hand touched Pinkie's wrist, and immediately she got a view of Pinkie's emotions. "On second thought... I think we'll just leave you here."

"What?" said Twilight.

"But I've been here for four days, and I REALLY need to be changed!" Pinkie let out a sloppy wet fart, which made the twins giggle.

"If my powers of empathy are right, and they always are, you're enjoying this," Sunset said. "You're having fun watching these farty movies with the twins, you like making them laugh, you find it a little bit funny to go to the bathroom on yourself, and you're having fun farting when they give you beans and fart powder."

Pinkie blushed but giggled. "You have a point there..."

"See you around, Pinkie," said Sunset.

"And don't worry," said Twilight. "We don't think you're any less fun to hang around with after this."

"Keep feeding and entertaining her, Cake twins," said Sunset as she and Twilight walked out the door.

"Wait!" said Pinkie as the door closed. "I don't want to go potty in my shorts for three more days! Or do I? It is kind of funny, and they like it..." Pinkie peed herself yet again, and giggled a bit.

...

On Day 5, Pinkie was sure she had peed in her sleep when she woke up. Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake gave her extra beans for breakfast and lunch, and extra sodas with fart powder in it. Pinkie's stashes of all of those were big so they weren't anywhere close to running out. Nor did Pinkie seem like she would ever run out of gas that day, for during the next movie, she was farting non-stop, with her farts ranging from short to long, from high-pitched to deep-pitched. She was laughing uncontrollably at both this and the fart scenes in the movie, and several times she laughed so hard she peed herself.

The twins were also laughing hard at this, to the point Pinkie thought they would have an accident too. But they always made it to the bathroom every time. Pinkie was pretty sure they didn't need to wear diapers.

The next person that Pound Cake opened the door for was Fluttershy.

"Oh my," said Fluttershy, blushing at the state Pinkie was in. "I'm so sorry this happened to you."

"It's all right," said Pinkie. She grunted, pooped her shorts, and sighed in relief.

"I'll untie you and give you a bath right now."

"You don't have to. I'm having so much fun." Pinkie giggled.

"Oh. Um... if you say so."

"Please don't do this to her," Pinkie said to the twins. "I can find the fun in it but she wouldn't."

The twins solemnly nodded. Then Pinkie let out a loud wet fart, and the twins laughed.

"Well, I hope you can keep having fun with all of this," said Fluttershy. "I wouldn't, but I'm not Pinkie Pie." She giggled lightly and walked out the door.

The twins gave Pinkie some more chili, and a large soda with fart powder to wash it down. It took Pinkie under a minute to finish them. It wasn't long before she added to the mess with more explosive diarrhea. All her farts for the next hour were sharts, and she peed twice within the hour.

...

Pinkie woke up on the seventh and final day. She smelled absolutely foul. Her shirt was dirty between not washing for a week and spilling food and soda all over it, and her armpits were very smelly. But her shorts were several times smellier, and an absolute mess. They were filled past the brim with poop, and saturated in pee. She was sure her white panties were completely dyed brown and yellow after all this. The puddle she was sitting in was brown due to her mess mixing in with it.

She was sure she had peed in her sleep again, but her bladder wasn't empty. After she finished taking her morning pee, and after the twins finished laughing at this, they finally untied her.

Pinkie stood up. Some of her mess ran down her legs. "That was fun," she said. PLORP! She giggled. "I really need a bath."

The twins walked to the bathroom, and Pinkie waddled after them.

Pound Cake turned the bathtub on and filled it with water while Pumpkin Cake put soap in it. Pinkie was looking forward to this bubble bath. She really needed it.

Pumpkin Cake levitated as much of the mess out of Pinkie's heavily soiled shorts as she could, and into the toilet, which Pound Cake flushed.

As soon as the tub was full, Pumpkin Cake levitated Pinkie and threw her into the tub, still in her filthy, smelly outfit. Pound Cake held one bath scrubber in his hand while hovering, while Pumpkin Cake levitated another scrubber with telekinesis. They poured soap on Pinkie and started scrubbing her all over. Pinkie greatly enjoyed this. She farted in the tub, which made all three of them laugh.

Once Pinkie's top half was clean, Pumpkin got her into a position with her rear end in the air, and Pound poured a large dollop of soap onto her butt and scrubbed it as hard as he could. Pinkie giggled, enjoying the feeling of her butt being washed with soap in her dirty shorts.

The twins took turns scrubbing Pinkie's tushie for ten minutes before they were done, though her shorts were still a little stained. They rinsed her off, and she helped them clean up her puddle and what remained of her mess on the floor.

After that they played more games together like on Day 1 before Mr. and Mrs. Cake returned.

"How was it?" Mrs. Cake asked.

"I'm not sure they even need babysitting," Pinkie said. "They were in control the whole time. They don't even need diapers. But I'd do it again if I had to." She had no hard feelings whatsoever for them making her use her shorts as a toilet for so long. It was kind of a fun experience, but she was ready to return to her usual lifestyle for now.

However, it did take three days for Pinkie to be potty trained again, and a full week before she stopped wetting the bed.