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Sweetie Belle found herself being pulled into a hug. "I know." Sweetie Belle replied as they embraced, and again, even though she knew that, she couldn't quite stop herself from feeling how she did, not so suddenly anyway. She wriggled a bit as her sister began to squeeze her more, kissing her and such. "Raarity." Sweetie whined slightly as her sister was being a bit too coddling.
"Alright alright." Sweetie Belle said, looking like she was over her slight sadness that she'd had. Not to mention she was certain Rarity would make good on that statement, as much as she loved her sister, and did enjoy the occasional 'extra' treatment, she didn't overtly want to feel like she was being treated like a foal. Just wanting to be herself without having to really worry about just who she was yet, she didn't even have a cutiemark, how the heck was she supposed to know who she was at all?
Of course all the added squeezing and wriggling didn't exactly do any favors for the fillies diaper, which had been mushed and smushed all over while they two of them hugged, Sweetie Belle didn't object to the feeling of her diaper, she'd grown quite used to it after so long so it didn't quite register to her when she had mushed it a bit too much. Sometimes it just ended up feeling like that.
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