Twilight dicovers ebooks

by Mackan90096

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike
Length: 1101

Twilight discovers how to read books on a computer.

Twilight discovers how to read books on a computer.

Also, my first fanfic :D

Published 2014-02-03 00:30:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-03 00:30:05 UTC

First Chapter

It was a beautiful day, Twilight Sparkles was inside of her tree, reading books as always.
− SPIIIIIIIIKEEEEE! The purple pony yelled, and the little purple dragon ran in to the room where his master was located.
−WHAT? he yelled back, staring at the purple pony with almost red eyes. ----−Where’s my book about magic? the purple pony asked her pet dragon.
− I don’t know, ever heard about a clean library, or e-books? he responded.
−E-books? What the heck is an e-book? the purple pony said with a slightly tilted head, raised eyebrows and a confused voice .
−Yes, it’s a book on the computer, and you can have many more than you have in your library.
− A.. A.. computer? What?
The purple pony was very confused as she looked down at her purple pet dragon.
− A computer is a thing where you can do all kinds of stuff, from reading books to talk with other ponies.
The dragon was beginning to get more and more irritated as he tried to explain what a computer was for about three hours.
− Oh, how do I read a book?
The purple pony was very excited when she had found out what a computer was, and that she could have infinite books on it.
− Well, first we need to get the book to the computer.
The small pet dragon continued with getting the book that his purple pony master had asked for in the morning.
− Oh, so THERE’S where the book was, on the computer thing!
The purple pony looked very happy when she could see the text of the book pop up in the screen.
− Umm, how do I read more?
The purple pony was very unsatisfied with the technology that her pet had shown her.
−You scroll down!
Spike showed Twilight how to use the computer mouse, and how to read more of the book.
−You got it now?
Spike looked uncertain that his master had learnt correctly.
− Yes, I got it.
The purple pony was very satisfied with how she could read everything on the screen that her pet had shown her.
−Spike! How do I get all my books into this thing?
The purple pet dragon looked out of the window, thinking of something that probably didn’t make any sense at all, as he usually did.
−SPIKE! The purple pony now yelled, as she lost her patience.
− What?
The dragon woke up in a snap out his nonsense daydream that he previously had.
− Get all of my library books into this thing, please.
−Fine, said the dragon as he dragged his tail to the computer and started working on getting all of his masters hard copy books on to the computer.
−I’ll go and write to Celestia in the meantime.
−Whatever, mumbled the dragon to himself as he was searching the internet for all of Twilights books.
This will take forever thought the dragon to himself as her master had over a thousand books in her giant library, with everything from numbers to how to make cupcakes. Basically every book a pony could imagine.
The dragon that had now been working for about five hours, including the meal that Twilight had cooked, was halfway through the books in the library and as he was tired out of his mind, he knew that it would take another seven hours to complete the tiring work that was getting e-books to the computer.
The hours passed away as the purple pet dragon kept getting the books that his only friend, the purple pony master wanted, with stops to go to the bathroom about once every half an hour.
The dragon was now three quarters through with the work, but he was so incredibly tired that he fell asleep on his chair, and fell to the ground. He woke up an hour later, he realized that he had fallen asleep, and quickly continued with the work that he had to do before his purple pony master woke up, because if he wasn’t finished by then, his master would banish him from the tree for a month, and then he had to live with the most craziest pony of them all, Pinkie Pie. He shook of fear and worked harder than ever, because nopony wanted to live with Pinkie, unless, they were equally crazy as the purple pony.
He was almost done. But the computer that was running PonyOS, crashed as it had been overused and its harddrive was filling up with more and more books.
When the dragon finally started it again, all of his work was gone, as of a result of him forgetting to save the books. PonyOS wasn’t very good, it was designed for ponies, so what did he expect?
− UGGHH! The dragon was now extremely irritated as he looked through the computer for the autosaves that the crappy operaring system, dispite that it was really bad, infact had. He finally found it, he selected every book, pressed the keys on the keyboard to copy the books, selected the folder where they were supposed to be, and pressed the keys to paste the books in the folder. He had succeeded, it would only take ten more hours. It can handle that the purple dragon said to himself, and went to bed. Ten hours later when the purple pony master had woken up, she went to the computer only to see that all of the books were in the folder that her purple pet dragon had told her to look in.
She was very satisfied and happy, as she had a big smile on her face. She wanted to wait with opening the books until her purple pet dragon had awoken, so that he could see her satisfiement as she read the books on the screen that she had commanded her purple pet dragon to get for her. The purple dragon woke up with a smile on his face. Your finally awake! Look! Said the purple pony.
She opened up a book on her computer, only to see some strange letters. The purple dragon and the purple pony realized at the same time that it had failed.
Spike! I can’t read this! The purple pony said in with an angry tone.
You are banished to live with Pinkie! The purple pony said with a slightly less angry tone in her voice.
NOOOOOOO!!! Yelled the purple dragon as he was dragged away to Pinkie Pies house.

The End

Author's Note

My first fanfic, constructive critism is welcome.