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Twilight paused as she turned back to Alex, a strange scent catching her attention.

“Alex, did you check to see if that pizza was still any good?”

“No, no I did not. Should probably do that before eating it, huh?”

Alex opened the pizza box, and then proceeded to gag his little lungs out as the stink of rotting frozen pizza raced up his nostrils and into his pony-smell-receptor-things.

Twilight promptly grabbed the pizza-box out of Alex’s hooves with her magic, slamming the lid back down and dumping the box into the trash. “Come on,” She sighed. “The Pizzeria is open, we can go there.” Alex’s sickened face lit up with a smile.

“C-can we get a pineapple to put on the pizza there?” Alex asked, a hopeful shine in his eyes.

“Do you really want pineapple put on your pizza? Is that why you were asking if I had any earlier?” Twilight asked, a quizzical look on her face as her mind tried to comprehend why anyone would want to put a pineapple of all things on a pizza.

“U-um yeah, it’s not that weird is it?”

“Yes Alex, it kind of is. But lucky for you I have one hanging around here somewhere.” Twilight responded before she started searching for the pokey fruit of horribleness.

“Twilight how could you!“ Vera shouted quietly, a look of pure indignation gracing her face as she marched up to the purple alicorn princess of friendship.

Twilight, having just found the pineapple under one of the kitchen cupboards, pulled herself out and turned to face the irate spa master, pineapple floating in her magic next to her head.

Twilight flinched as a pair of yellow hooves suddenly found a crushed pineapple between them, the fruit’s life blood coating the fruit murderer’s hooves and the faces of both mares. The juice splattered hooves resting on Twilights cheeks as Vera put her face directly in front of Twilight’s, her iris’s little more than pinpricks as she stared into the purple mare’s eyes.

”I. Hate. Pineapple.” The spa mare nearly growled, her face pushing against Twilight’s with each syllable of her vocalised hatred for the fruit.

“But, that aside, we need to talk. Now.” Vera continued, pulling back from her ‘marefriend’, her eyes back to their normal, if still pissed, state.

“Alex, would you mind checking on Spike?” Twilight asked, Alex shrugged and trotted out of the room. “Vera I’m-”

“Twi, I can’t believe you went and dumped Rarity on Alex. Not only did you perpetuate the lie about your gender, you left him out to dry!” Twilight flinched back at the blunt accusation.

“Look, let’s just go out, get pizza, calm down, and then come back and talk about it.” Vera huffed at Twilight, but decided to not object to this. None of them had really eaten today, that, and she just then noticed the smell that seemed to be permeating the room, a trip into town suddenly seeming like a very welcome prospect.

Twilight smiled as she spotted a second pineapple she was keeping for allergy experiments she had been conducting a few days ago. “I’ll just cut this one up for the road.”

***
Alex trotted up the stairs towards the bedroom that Spike shared with Twilight, opening the door and trotting into the room, only to get an eyeful of Spike masturbating on top of Twilight’s bed.

“Uhhh…” Alex’s mind froze, having not expected the scene in front of him. Before Spike could notice him, Alex backed out of the room as quietly as possible.

***
Alex sat next to Twilight in a booth at the local ponyville pizzeria. After discovering that the pizza was bad, and surviving the accompanying assault on his nose, everypony had decided to head out for dinner to escape the smell now permeating through the library.

Alex ignored the cock eagerly rubbing across his rear, he ignored the spitballs the colt behind him was sticking to his mane the very aroused/disgusted spafuta in the corner across from him. He had more important things to worry about, like pineapple pizza.

"Aaaalex, take a break and move a bit to the side would you?" A familiar adorkable voice begged from above, it being less than half as cute as he was, Alex had no trouble ignoring it in the face of the Asgardian feast laid before him. Canadian Haybacon (a poor substitute for pepperoni) and pineapple (thankfully the best he had ever had), on a thin crust pizza, with extra sauce, and some red pepper flakes on top.

"Alex, you are squishing my dick." Twilight whispered weakly.

“Pizza.”