Moonlight Terror

Every muscle in Luna’s body tightened in pain; the odd squeak was the only part of her screams that escaped. Though her eyes were clenched shut her other senses became tenfold more sensitive. Everything around her took on a sharpness and detail that always went unnoticed by those not giving things their undivided attention. She could hear conversations coming from across the castle as if the speakers were standing next to her. She could smell the aroma of every meal in Canterlot. She could taste every coppery drop of blood that had begun to flow into her mouth.

She could feel every nerve in her body scream in agony as they were torn apart.

The muscles of Luna’s lower jaw grew as they tore, threatening to rip it from her skull. The bones fared no better against the teeth expanding in them and becoming long and jagged, grinding everything around them into dust. Her head began to seem heavier as her ears expanded as if they intended to fit a head twice the size of hers.

Luna’s head dropped, instinctively trying to curl her body into a ball to shield her from what normally could only be coming from an attacker. She attempted to step towards the door, to call for help, to escape the torment.

Her legs gave way from under her, the foreleg muscles ripping as the bones they were attached to began to elongate. A sickening crack came from her thighs, bones shattering from tension of muscles twice their size pulling on them from every angle at once. Luna’s once gently flowing hair began whipping around and fraying as if caught in an invisible hurricane. New muscle rippled along her back and radiated from the great gash still unhealed. Skin tore and mended as everything below it expanded. Sharp bone shot along Luna’s wings while large ragged feathers sprung up to fill the gaps giving the wings over twice their original size.

Luna stamped her now comically small looking hoof in front of her, trying to gain traction to crawl forward as it began to grow to a size more suited to the limb it came from. The fissures of her skull split open and filled the empty space quickly, but still feeling like molten iron poured into the head. Her neck twisted at an unnatural angle, one side of sinewy flesh growing faster and pulling harder. Luna stopped struggling and lay there for several motionless moments.

A dark furred beast stood from the spot that Luna had fallen, bloodlust filling its glowing yellow eyes.

A deep animal growl sounded from the depths of The Beast’s throat. It took one tentative step with its new legs. Its head whipped around, taking in its new surroundings until it spied an open window. The Beast lunged toward it finding the frame to be smaller than its new huge body. Still it struggled against the carpentry causing great cracks to form where minute weak points had been.

Finally coming free of the interrupting window frame, The Beast found itself free-falling from the high tower it was just birthed from. It spread its great wings and took a single mighty flap. The countryside outside Canterlot stretched before it.

A hunting ground like no other.