Twilight Time by Anon (Twilight Sparkle / Foals, Spike) --- >Twilight time. >The foals were all in the library, gawking over Twilight. >Spike was in the kitchen, making snacks. >Twilight was at her wits end. >They were being quite naughty. >Some of them started damaging some books. >Twilights eyes twitch. >"Enough!" >All the foals stare at the princess as her horn glows, her magic encompassing the entire library. >"The way your all acting is unacceptable! This is a library!" >Foals dared not speak. >"Your all getting a spanking!" >Foals react quickly. >Some try begging their way out. >Others try escaping only to realize Twilight has magically closed off and reinforced the entire library. >They were all trapped there. >Twilight grabs a wooden stool and sits on it. >Her horn glows as three of the oldest foals get levitated to her. One on her lap and two floating in front of her with butts in full view. >She then teleports and wields three manebrushes with her magic. >Hard spanking commences. The three troublemakers making a lot of noise. >Other foals watch in terror, some try to increase attempts at escaping but to no avail. >Spike, who is now stuck in the kitchen decides to just stay there for the time being. >Soon Twilight finishes with the three crying, red bottomed foals and puts them in a corner and uses her magic to prevent them from leaving. It also forces their tails to be raised and prevents rubbing. >Twilight then grabs three more foals and does the same thing. >And again. >Foals quickly realize that Twilight does indeed intend to spank all of them. >Escape attempts continue (futile) and begging intensifies. >Twilight ignores them and proceeds to spank. Any foal that gets close in an attempt to talk her out of it gets levitated away. >She goes from oldest to youngest. >Older ponies get there spankings over with faster, but get a longer corner time while younger ponies get to watch in terror and anticipation for their turn. >The library quickly runs out of corners so Twilight puts the foals in front of the walls wherever she can. >Some foals get more and more desperate to get out, but still to no avail. >A few still try begging and negotiating, but they know it's pointless. >Many are crying before it's their turn. >Meanwhile the already spanked foals are sniffling in their place wishing they could rub there sore red bottoms. >Some of the younger foals ask them what they have to look forward to. The answers make them even more nervous. >Soon Twilight gets to the youngest ponies there. >They get brushed like the rest, albeit with slightly fewer swats then there older compatriots. >Twilight finishes with three more ponies and only a teary eyed Pipsqueak is left. >He tries to beg, more out of reflex then anything, but gets the same as the rest. >Twilight sighs, dispelling the library. >Ponyville’s entire foal population (minus babies) cover the library. >Quite the sight. >Spike comes in. >"Oh wow." Is all he can say. >Twilight sniffs the air. >"Spike, did you burn something?" >Spike smiles nervously. He got careless in the kitchen during the spankings and accidently caused some minor burn damage. >"Umm, nope!" He lied >... >Spike joined the rest of the foals, being put between Sweetie Belle and Rumble, his butt just as red as the rest. >Twilight gave them all a long lecture on proper behavior in a library (and in general) and a short lecture on kitchen safety for Spike. >She then let everypony (and dragon) go and watched as the bottom rubbing commenced. >Then they had a proper Twilight time. >The snacks Spike made were good. >Parents reactions weren't. -----Appendix:----- Imagine taking a stroll through Horseville that night... >Warm summer evening >Celestia's sun sets, Luna's stars take over the sky >It's a nice evening for a trot >Most ponies have their windows open to enjoy the warm night >You can hear what's going on inside the houses >Ponies eating dinner >Ponies reading books together >Ponies playing board games >But things don't sound so pleasant in every home... >You hear a young colt, sobbing >His parents' voices are stern, angry but controlled >The colt is begging >Begging his parents not to do something >You soon know what >Sharp slaps, followed by crying >Poor kid >But you know the family >He wouldn't be getting this if he didn't deserve it >He'll be okay >Moving on... >You pass another house and hear a filly squealing in despair >Quick snapping sounds accompany her sad song >Her granny's wooden spoon isn't stirring soup tonight >You pass a third house, then a fourth >Little fillies and colts are getting spanked all over town >You see a tearful unicorn filly picking a switch from the hedges in front of her house >When she sees you she freezes >Blushing deeply with shame >You both stand there awkwardly >Neither knows what to say...but saying nothing feels rude >Her father's voice breaks the tension "MELODY MINX! If you're not back in this house with that switch by the time I count to 3!" >With a look of terror in her eyes she gallops away to her painful fate >All you can manage is a feeble wave >10...11...12... >It's an epidemic >Unfortunate fillies and colts all over town are getting their rumps roasted tonight >You hear mommies and daddies giving spankings >A few grandparents, uncles and aunts >You hear hairbrushes being used >Switches, paddles and belts >And plenty of plain old hooves >In various houses you see the drama at various stages >A filly waits alone in her bedroom, nervously watching the door >In another house a colt frantically begs for clemency while his big Earth stallion father rolls up his sleeve >From your angle, as you pass you can see; >The father has more tears in his eyes than the son >Further down the street you see a brother and sister getting it together >The big brother gallantly entreats mom to spare his little sister "It isn't her fault. I set a bad example." >Brave kid >But his mother assures him there's plenty of spanks to go around >Down near the pond you hear Sweetie Belle's high pitched squeals >Her spanking is in full-swing >Cookie Crumbles is putting her manebrush to good use >But as you finish up your walk you pass a house where the crying and smacks have ended >Rumble sits in his mother's lap, sniffling out apologies for his behavior >His mom strokes his mane and lectures gently, rocking her very sorry colt back and forth >Her chest fur is damp with his tears >That seems like a good note to head home on >You don't know how many little pony heinies got reddened tonight >You lost count at 18 >You don't know what brought on this mass spanking event >You're sure Pinkie Pie will tell you tomorrow when you go to buy bread at SCC. >She knows all the town gossip and shares it with you whether you ask or not >You sit on your front porch with your hooves up >Hard cider chilled...maybe some Jokeweed if you're so inclined >Down in the village you can hear the last few paddle smacks >Bedroom lights flicker out and soon the only light comes from Luna's brilliant night sky >Ponyville is a weird place. >But fuck it...the rent's cheap.