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// Overdue Vengeance (Prompt #131) 
// Story: Thirty-ish Minute Pony Stories 
// by Abecedarian 
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TMP Prompt #131 - “According to Plan”

Prompt: Twilight Sparkle’s Evil Plan
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Overdue Vengeance


The cream-colored mare slammed face-first into the invisible force field with a satisfying *THUD* and fell back onto her haunches.

From inside the library, Twilight Sparkle cackled behind steepled hooves.

“Foolish Bon-Bon! Always dog-earing your pages, always licking your hoof before turning them! Suffer now! Suffer for your disgusting crimes against books!”

“I think you might have lost focus here,” Spike pointed out from his perch beside the open upstairs window. “Wasn’t this supposed to be about punishing the Cutie Mark Crusaders?”

“Oh, it is, it is! Why would you think otherwise?”

*THUD*

“Doctor Whoof,” Spike reported.

“Stand me up on our first date?!” Twilight cried. “I think not! You may have been ‘saving the world‘, as you claim, but you can’t save yourself from late fees! Nopony can! Mwahaha!”

“This all seems a bit, uh—”

*THUD*

“Cut my funding, will you, Mayor?” Twilight crowed. “Well, you’ll pay anyway, yyyeeesss…Two saddlebags full of trashy romance novels ought to be worth a good twenty bits, maybe even thirty by the time I’m through!”

“When are you going to be through? You can‘t keep that shield up forever.” 

“Oh, can’t I?” Twilight smirked, then sighed. “Fine. I guess if the Crusaders sincerely apologize to my face, I’ll have no reason to—”

*THUD*

“Big Macintosh.”

“You stole my doll and you stood me up! That dinner wasn’t cheap, Macintosh, not cheap at all! But you’ll see that for yourself, won’t you? You and your math books!”

“What about Whoof?”

“As Rarity says, a lady needs to keep her options open,” Twilight said. “Anyway, both of them were no-shows, so I’m still in the right.”

“’Petty’. That’s the word I was thinking of earlier. ‘Petty’.”

“Spike! You act as though I was looking for some flimsy excuse to avenge my grievances against the town, bit by precious, golden bit.”

“Aren’t you?”

“No! It’s a very good excuse. The Crusaders need to learn not to gossip, and—”

*THUD*

“Ditzy Doo…you know what you did…YOU KNOW WHAT YOU—”

*THUD THUD THUD*

“It’s the Crusaders,” Spike said. “You wanna talk to them?”

“Uh, I’m getting a cold, so I’d better stay inside and away from open windows for a few days. Yes. That dry night air, you know.”

“Sure,” Spike sighed, and turned to speak to the terrible threesome.

*THUD*

“YES! Bash your heads a thousand times, Ponyville! It will never be enough for me!  AH HA HA HAAA!”