What makes a monster? Is it a ghastly, twisted form? A host of unnatural abilities? Perhaps a compulsion to inflict injury upon those that surround it?
Fresh off of her ordeal in Our Town, Twilight Sparkle is faced with this very question when a mare she thought she knew reveals herself to be a creature stepped right out of the nightmares of ponykind. However, this monster, if indeed she is one, has no interest in harming the princess. All she wants is to tell her story, and what a story it is. . .

Currently editing myself, so if anyone spots any spelling/grammar issues, I’d love to hear about them. Constructive criticism is likewise appreciated. Enjoy!

This story will contain gore, violence, implied sexual situations (and possible explicit ones), and blood drinking. The rating may change to mature, depending on feedback and where the story ends up taking me.

Art by the wonderful HoodwinkedTales