You can’t break a pony you can a dog, or a baby dragon. The harder you beat a pony, the stronger they stand. To break a pony, break his spirit you got to break his mind.
 
Ponies - zebras have this idea they can fight with dignity. There’s a proper way to love somepony. It’s absurd. We need to endure living together, fighting together.
 
You must destroy that idea. Show them how messy a thing it is to kill, to love. And then show them you relish in it. Shoot the feels, then execute the feeled. Burn them. Take them in close. Destroy their preconceptions on what love is and you will become their personal monster. And they will love you fear you.
 
And when they love you, you become stronger. You become better.
 
But let’s never forget. It’s a display. A Dambe posture. A Manticore’s roar. A dragon thumping its tail. If you loose yourself to the display. If you succumb to the horror the love- of what you become, then you become the monster.
 
You become reduced. Less than a pony. But more than a beast. And that can be fatal.