Cheerilee has been a teacher in Ponyville for many years. Her hoof in bringing up foals, watching them blossom into fine young mares and stallions, it gives her a sense of fulfilment that one only gets from living up to their life's purpose. Lately, it's been harder and harder to do her job with a smile. She's always seen a part of teaching as protecting her students as much as it is about educating them, and factors outside of her control have made it nearly impossible to protect anypony.

One day, a fire is awakened inside the schoolmare, and, filled with a new purpose, she sets out on a path to teach a few certain ponies a lesson they'll never forget.

This story maybe be rated Teen for violence and language, but Cheerilee's hooves are for E for Everypony.

This entire story was based on this conversation.

I think I need to be clear that I don't support doing sick wrestling moves on children. I figure it was clear in the story itself that that's not the point, but I'll say it here, too. Don't do that, ever. Unless...

Nah, I'm playing, I don't.

Unless...

No no, I'm joking, it's all jokes.

Unless...