Twilight is a mare of science and magic. Everything exists in known quantities and values. So of course, mythological creatures such as humans don't exist, don't be ridiculous. So... what's that thing? Why is it following her? What purpose does it have?

A fiction where Twilight learns the truth about humans... and doesn't like the implications at all.

F**K this prompt: Your self-insert is shipped romantically with one of the mane six. Or something. Whatever, I lost the original idea.

Edited by the wizardly Izanagi!