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Alright, I'm back for round two of filly cuddling, now with more filly activities. This one's a big'un.

>Be you
>Ponyville's resident human, now also Ponyville's most successful (and only) foalsitter.
>You've been at it for a few months now, almost a year, and things are going well.
>You're getting at least one job a week, sometimes several, and getting glowing reviews across the board.
>Today, you've been given a familiar mission.
>You have to watch over Sweetie Belle while Rarity makes an emergency trip to Manehattan for some fashion thingamajig.
>You didn't really pay attention when she explained it, you're used to her routine by now.
>Besides, pony fashion is so, so far away from the realm of things you give a single shit about.
>You arrived around noon, just a few minutes before Rarity had to jet. She barely even gave you instructions, but you figure you don't need them.
>It's a weekend, after all, and Sweetie Belle is well-behaved.
>You spent the first part of the day relaxing in the back yard behind the boutique. Applebloom and Scootaloo came over, of course, and Sweetie Belle spent a few hours playing with them.
>Eventually, though, Applebloom had chores to get back to and Scootaloo had some thing to do with Rainbow Dash.
>That leaves you where you are now.
>Sweetie is a little bummed that her friends had to go, and there's a big frown on her face as she trots back up to you.
>You sit up in your lawn chair and take a sip of your lemonade ("borrowed" from Rarity's fridge).
"What's up, Sweets?"
>You know the answer, but you also know she likes that nickname.
>Sweetie tries to smile, and she at least manages not to be so frowny.
>"Bored, I guess," she says, sounding as mopey as she looked, "I was hoping the girls could stay longer today."
"Why don't you go with either of them? I don't figure Rarity would mind, and you'd still have someone keeping an eye on you."
>You shrug as you offer your suggestion, and Sweetie seems to actually consider it for a few seconds.
>"Mmm... maybe not," she eventually decides.
>"Applebloom's chores are hard, and I don't wanna get dirty."
"Fair. Rarity would probably flog me if I let you get muddy, anyway. What about Scoots?"
>"Uh, what am I supposed to do with her?"
>Sweetie Belle wiggles her torso, showing off her lack of wings.
>Oh, right.
"Good point. Uh... well..."
>You glance around, hoping for a solution to jump out at you.
>No dice.