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// busted 
// Story: Pinkie's Doom Parade 
// by NeuPferdfurt 
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This didn’t look good. Twilight Sparkle was sitting at the big desk, wearing her “old fashioned school teacher”-glasses.
Spike saw that she was levitating one of his special magazines with her horn. So she had finally found his secret stock. The little dragon gulped.

Twilight was looking through the magazine, shaking her head.

“Spike”, she sighted, “I though I raised you better than this.”

“But Sis, there is nothing wrong with the way you raised me! If anything, it’s the rest that got me corrupted.”

The unicorn’s expression softened.
“Awww... Aren’t you the sweetest little thing?”
She snapped out of it. “Never the less..." She frowned. "‘Bikini Ponies’... ? Spike... I don’t get it.
Seriously.
I think what offends me the most about this is that it doesn’t even make any sense. Any sense whatsoever. As... risqué as these outfits are, it’s still much more than we usually wear, because usually - get this- we wear no clothes. At all.”

“I have a refined taste!”

“Is that so.”

Someone was knocking at the door.

“Come in.”

It was Rarity.

“Good day, Twilight Sparkle. Spike.”
She saw the cover of the magazine and gasped.

“Spike! Is that yours?!”

Spike blushed. Had the floor been made of dirt, he would have dug a tunnel out of the room.
“R-Rarity, I...”

“... You haven’t come to page 26 yet, have you?”

“Why... n-No...”

“Oh, thank goodness! Please, Twilight, let us dispose of this filth.”

“I take it from here, girls”, Rainbow Dash said, snatching the magazine out of Twilight’s grip through the open window, like a hawk picking up a squirrel, “I’ll take good care of this. Heh heh...”

“Spike? Is everything alright...?”

“Rarity... Page 26... Rarity... Page 26...”

“Poor thing. Now his brain is failing him completely.”

“That’s just because the blood has rushed to all the wrong places...”
The purple unicorn sighted.
“Pinkie?”

Pinkie Pie appeared seemingly out of thin air.
“Gosh, Twilight! How could you tell I...?”

“You’re Pinkie Pie, let’s leave it that way. It’s a good thing you’re here, too. I’d kindly ask you if you could come up with a punishment for my little assistant here. You’re the most creative when it comes to these things...”

Spike gasped.
“Oh no please don’t no... Not Pinkie!”

“Sorry, little buddy. But reading something that objectifies mares likes this... I can’t let that one slip. So what do you say, Pinkie?”

The pink pony was licking her lips.
“I say I might need Rarity’s help on this one. You like bikins, Spike, don’t you...?”