Mom, I'm adopted 01 (A Twi-mom Story)

>Day of your second year in Equestria.
>The sun shines through your window and reflects on your mug, interrupting your dreams of butts.
>Well, guess you have to oblige...Damn sun horse, denying your anaconda its luscious, imaginary meal.
>Rising out of bed, you grab your metal mug from the night stand.
> Placing your feet on the floor, you stand and stretch your limbs upward, as your morning routine since those drama classes in high school.
>'Shit, its too early for this memory crap
>Dismissing you walk to the restroom and do the dew[spoiler]Your slang, in vain hope that you get ad revenue from your old world...somehow[/spoiler]
>After washing and getting dressed in your stable fashion[spoiler](heh...fashion)[/spoiler]of a grey suit piece and red tie, you walk out your room and into the main library to start your day.
>"Oh, good morning sweetie" Twilight greets as she reads one of the million fuckin books in this Tardis like Treehouse of hers.
"Ugh, morning Twilight"
>You make sure you put extra emphasis on her name to get your point across.
>About a year ago you arrived in Equestria after falling into a open manhole in your hometown of Raleigh.
>The beginning month or two took some getting use to, but Twilight and Co. helped ever step of the way.
>Especially when your magic manifested, god that was weird.
>Apparently humans cant access the magic they have unless their holding some wood.
>Thankfully, Twilight had an extra room anyway. So you've basically become a sort of magical studies intern under her until you get a job.
>But then everything changed, when she walked in on you listening to what you now consider the bane of your existence.
>Thinking that the lyrics of "Down with the Sickness" were your literal feelings and memories from earth, cause apparently thats what music is here, she decided that you needed a loving mother figure in your life.
>Ever since then she has been treating you like her second born son.
>God your life is complicated.(First post)
>"Morning bro," Spike greets happily as you enter the kitchen haphazardly.
"Sup, what has you up and giddy this morning?"
>"Button Mash invited me and the colts to his house to play his new video game"
>Ah, that little colt he met in class. One of the good changes that came with an adoptive mom is that I could convince her that although Spike is mature, he still needs to have a normal childhood experience.
>His little obsession with Rarity has curbed, thank god.
>Speaking of which...
"Hey, how's Scootaloo doing?"
>"Oh shes fine, a little sad that Rainbow is busy with Weather Factory business but she is doing good. Why'd you ask?"
"Oh, just wondering if my little bro's crush is doing well, that's all"
>"Yeah, she's doing fine...Wait, no it's not like that!" trying to save himself way too late.
"And here I though you would like Sweetie Belle"
>"Mom, Anon's teasing me!"
>Little snitch!
"Please, what can she do?"
>"Anon, stop teasing your brother. Spike go on to your friends house." Twilight respond. Spike jetted out a kitchen. Of course after sticking out a slithering tongue in teasing.
>Oh he'll get his soon. Note to self, make more laxative ice cubes in the near future.
>Making your way to the front door, you feel a temporal shift as you appear sitting on the couch with your textbooks on your lap.
>Looking up reveals Twilight in teacher mode.
>"Well, are you ready for your magic lesson of the day?"
"What are you talking about, today is Saturday? That's free time."(Second Post)
>"Think of it as a punishment for teasing Spike earlier" She says while staring at you over her stereotypical librarian glasses
"What, my punishment is to read? I've already read these a while ago. What more is there to do"
>She then gives me a demonic stare, one that alerted me that I indeed just fucked myself over.
>"Well, since you are apparently an expert on the Theory of Elemental Transition, you can use today's session to write a seven page paper on each of the different stages of transition and each of the unique properties that show."
>Oh gods..
>"After that you can then work on how these properties are used in modern and olden equestrian casting methods, as well as how they compare to your fictional books from your world."
>You now regret that your Backpack with the Dresden Files series and Manga collection was transferred with you.
>But wait there's more!
>"Finally, we can end our session with a discussion over your paper and how you can apply them through your own Casting method."
>Your brain rushes to think of a way to get out this situation but all your thoughts come to naught when Twilight manifest magical handcuff constructs around both wrist.
>In a last effort of defiance you focus on the wooden rings on your hand and aim beams of heat at the constructs. (Third post)
"I can break these cuffs!"
>"You can't break those cuffs"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
>After a minute you finally get tired of trying and just slump back into the couch.
"Is it too late for a parley?"
>"What do you think?"
>Realizing that you only have one choice, you sigh and open the book.
>Only to throw it at twilight as a distraction while simultaneously running toward the window and crashing out.
>You make a mad dash away from the scene and aim toward the most logical choice you could think of.
>Sugarcube Corner.
>What, you haven't eaten yet?
>Plus it's the only think your broke ass can afford till your next allowance since you wasted it on that wooden wand you bought.
>Why Trixie had a perfect replica of a Harry Potter wand you do not know.
>God, your gonna be screwed when Twilight finally finds you.(Final)