Twilight Skinless [gore/humor/one-shot]

>You and Twilight are on a beach, Celestia's sun above you and the cool ocean breeze belying her rays.
>The day is silent, sound only of the ocean waves and of your feet and her hooves indenting the sand with each step as you walk parallel to the shore, breath in peace.
>Twilight pauses, and you stop too, and she stares out at the expansive sea, horizon arcing with the earth.
>She looks to you, and with a calm smile, says, "I've always wished to see the life she hides."
>"I studied this spell that will give us gills; I shall do myself first."
>From your expression, Twilight knew as she spoke that you approved; your close relationship seldom required verbal communication of certain responses.
>Her horn lights up, and she closes her eyes to concentrate. A magical aura surrounds her, growing brighter and then white in intensity.
>Guttural screaming. You are suddenly wrenched from your serenity by the guttural howling of the writhing fleshy form where once stood Twilight, veiny oozing muscle and sinew, organs spilling from her abdomen and increasingly coated in the coarse beach sand. She was on her side, skinless.
>You kneel down in front of her to regard the situation, her organs and flailing legs before you, and her hoarsely sobbing head to your right, blinded in animalistic agony.
>You had never seen Twilight from this perspective, never noticed how stunningly gorgeous she is on the inside.
>Her geometry is divine. Her spasming muscles are ethereal, like the most stunning tapestry woven over the austere sculpture of her skeletal structure. You lean in to behold her subtle joints, dynamic in her writhing, structural cartilage and ligature consummating her geometry of an inhuman perfection.
>You place your left hand on her moist rib-cage and slowly bring it over each slippery bump to the space where her organs flow out like music incarnate, her rasping sobs like poetry.
>You tremble at her beauty, and petting her, assure her that everything will be alright.