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Spike couldn't help but gulp at this bit of information. No change until lunch? Whatever had happened, Twilight seemed to have him on a rather strict and unforgiving schedule.
He wiggled as the nappy was checked, her hoofs prodding him here and there. Craining his neck, he tried to catch what she had written on the chart, but was levitated before he could properly focus on it.
He internally facepalmed when she noticed the locket and confiscated it. Great - another thing he'd need to do before he could try and fix things.
Looking around, he realised that short of burning the thing down with dragonfyre, there was little chance of him getting out of the crib.
"Uh, mum, can I get out?" He asked with some alarm as he noticed her leaving. He tried to ignore the clear sight of her swollen teats as he did so. Waddling over to the edge of the crib, his nappy crinkled with every step, the tight, poofy feeling a constant reminder o what he was wearing. It was like his nether regions were being hugged by a cloud.
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