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

Welcome to Equestria, land of love, tolerance, friendship, and. . . mind control? You'd never know by looking at them, but these ponies have all kinds of ways, both magical and mundane, to royally mess with your brain.
Why would they want to, you may ask? Well, that depends on the pony. Some just want hugs. Others want to know things that maybe you don't want them to. Some even want things that could only be called evil. The question is, can you refuse?

So, generally speaking this shouldn't be taken too seriously. I began this as a fun way to blow off creative steam, and don't really know where I'm going from here. Updates will probably be sporadic as I don't generally know when I'm going to have time to write. That said, if you have something you'd like to see, feel free to put it in the comments, and if nothing else I promise I'll give it a look-see.
Since everything's still pretty up in the air, I'm willing to consider making this a collab. Let me know with any interest/ideas to that end.

Each of these stories will be it's own self-contained tale, and unless otherwise stated will have nothing to do with the others. There will NOT be any clop in this story. (Though I'm tentatively thinking about writing a companion story for that. . .)

Finally, WARNING: Will contain Mind Control (mostly hypnosis), humans, and self-insert. If you take issue with any of those things, no one's making you read it. This is very much a niche story, so if it's not your niche feel free to move on, but PLEASE don't hit the thumbs down for that reason. If you have a problem with it, help me become a better writer by letting me know what it is.

Celestia's personal student has a rather strange ability; at least once a week, she dreams of a quiet, somber wood. It has always been a peaceful place for her, a sleeping sanctuary for peace and reflection. Under this moon, however, the peace will be broken, for on this night something else stalks the silent trees with her, and it has a message that only she can deliver.

Edit: Winning Entry of Contest 2: The Sequel in the Nightmare Moon is the Best Pony group!

Ever thought about what it would mean, being stuck in Equestria? I mean, REALLY thought about it? I thought I had, but hypothetical imaginings for one's entertainment are a far cry from the real thing. Don't get me wrong, this place is even better than I thought it would be, monthly world-threatening incidents notwithstanding, but I miss my home. I miss my family. I've built a pretty great life for myself over the past year, but ever since I flashed into existence here, I've held on to the hope that one day I'd be able to return to the loved ones I left behind. Or at least I did, right up until a few days ago.
They've been trying for nearly ten months to refine the spell that can send me home into something a bit less. . . lethal. Now they're telling me they've done all they can. I can try, but I could end up anywhere on Earth, going any direction at any speed. In other words, the odds that I'll survive the trip home are pretty much non-existent.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Well, there's only thing I can think of. I may not be able to make it back, but if I send enough of them, maybe a message can, and if I can't see my family again, maybe I can at least say goodbye. . .

I thought these poems would be appreciated more here than on deviantart. Poems will be posted here as I'm inspired to write them. I hope you all enjoy!
Also, because this is kind of an add-to-it-as-I'm-inspired piece, character tags may shift around from time to time.