A Twilight Reading

A Twilight Reading

The rules of the thread were: Unlike anon in equestria, now pony in your house. Catch is it is your 2nd favorite pony.

Not my cup of tea to do favorite ponies, as it's a very subjective, constantly shifting idea, but here's the story.

>Get Twilight as Equestrian liaison (a sentient, highly intelligent being be a pet? Good luck)
>That's not how you Rarity.
>Get a "looking sharp, Anon!" instead of a discussion or input on clothing
>feels bad pony

>Constant curiosity about daily human actions. Wants to know how things work, you oblige.
>Been a long day at (insert shit you do), come home to relax and sleep.
>Dam pillow you so soft.
>Music in your head starts sounding real instead of hollow.
>You love this part of falling asleep.
>Some kind of dissonance in the strings, doesn't sound right.
>Eyelids are lighter than they should be.
>Open em up. Door is creaked open. Turns out that warble was wild Sparkle saying your name.
>ohboyherewego.jpg

>Yep, she can't sleep. Alright, alright. Hops in bed with you.
>Asks you questions about...everything.
>Answer to the best of your sleepy head's ability. Goes on for a while.
>Twilight, you're killing me. We can talk about it more in the morning.
Twi: "Oh, ok..."
You know that fucking OK.

Flashback time, you mother fucker.
You know that "ok". You know it because you've heard it. Heard it a hundred times.
Said it a hundred times.
>"Dad? I can't sleep."
You would ask him about...everything. Talk about anything. When you were young, your brain just wouldn't go to bed. You had to know more. You had to have a one more reason for something. One more answer to an idea. It didn't even matter.
>"How is bread made?"
They make it at a factory.
>"What's in it?"
Flour. It's ground up grain. They used to do it at windmills.
>"How's a windmill work?"
You put the grain in a hopper and it goes through the grindstones.
>"How do they make the grindstones?"
Well it's not just one. You make them different sizes and such for different fineness of grain.
>"Who makes them? How much do they cost to make?"
Anon, you're killing me. We can talk about it more in the morning.
>"Oh, ok,,."
Flashback over, jackass.
Your old man was incredible. A bounty of knowledge, but he could never finish one night of questions. Not a single time did you run out before he gave up for the night.
You were not going to let that happen now.
You had trained your whole life for this moment.
You turn to your side and look at Twilight, she's curled up a bit, a small frown showing.
>"Actually, we can keep going."
>Good lord, that smile in her eyes.
>You go on for ages, answering every single question to the fullest detail. Untold hours into the night, Twilight yawns for somewhere around the eighth time.
Twi: "That's...*yawn*...enough answers for now, Anon. We can talk in the morning."
>Content, she rolls over and goes to bed.

>You're groggy as hell in the morning. Takes twice your favorite source of caffeine to get going. Nearly fell on the stairs twice this morning.
>But you did what your old man couldn't. You fought that curious mind and won. And you'd be ready to do it for as many nights as it took.
>As long as there was a question, it deserved an answer.