Novel & Cerita Fluttershy Pictures

It looks like a human now, but more magical. The water fairy is pale but her skin is smooth, almost as clear as the water. She's beautiful as well with her blue eyes, dark hair, and pointy ears but the main highlight of her beauty is her wings. They are like that of the wings of a swallowtail butterfly but instead of different colors, its body is like waves of the ocean. "She's Wera, the head fairy of the water fairies." Maddie kept staring at Wera and she couldn't hide her amusement. Wera slightly bowed before them.

Charles asked, smiling when Sheri got up from the bed to come over and look closely at the monitor. "Yes, I think so," she replied, standing up. "Describe it for me, okay?" Charles asked. "Well, it looks like just before it's going to turn into a butterfly," Sheri complied. "You can see its dark head sticking up." "No way!" Sheri gasped when Charles quickly typed and the four photos all zoomed out, revealing that one of them was of a breast with an erect, dark nipple, the other three larval butterflies. "What do you see?" Charles asked, the four photos on the monitor changing in response to his rapid typing.

Primrose grilled from where she stood at the edge of the counter, mixing flour and sugar into a bowl while blending with her hand. Shailyn shared a helpless glance with Skylar. "Hem..." She cracked her brain for an answer as she noticed everyone was waiting for her answer, even Skylar just smirked and watched with amusement, waiting for the words that would fall out from her big mouth. "I-I'm a fairy, we call our friends mistress most of the time, so yeah?" She frowned at her own words while a laugh left Skylar. She admit, her excuse was lame but luckily, Primrose didn't seem interested anymore.

She walks around looking at all the lovely things. Stephen stands by her, looking down. "What would you like, Princess? You choose. It's going to be your special room." She points. "That one's nice. The one with the dragonflies and the frogs." He looks askance. "What, the green paper? I don't think that's very nice. With all those... What are they? Leaves?" Shelley stamps and giggles. "They're lily pads, Stevie. For the frogs to sit on. Look, the frogs are smiling...." She stretches a finger to where a six-inch frog looks up at a dragonfly, smiling almost as widely as she does.

’, her Lycan swoons. Caralyn rolls her eyes. ‘Or maybe I will be caught in the rain till my wings tear apart. Or I might be a lone insect who the other butterflies don’t want to play with,’ she pouts. Then, a wide smile gradually graced her lips. ‘I will be a very beautiful butterfly, though.’ Caralyn imagines herself as a beautiful, alluring butterfly, with her best colors as her wings: white and purple. ‘It will be an ethereal sight,’ she daydreams.

They would cast her out for real. It’s not like I am into social pyramids, but at least I have a wallflower life. Where no one sees me and no one cares what I do. Concentrating as she closed her cobalt-colored eyes, Cent pictured the black butterflies in her mind. A zap of cold breeze whipped her body just like what she expected. She envisioned a flock of black butterflies surrounding her body from the tip of her hair to the last of her shadow. The next thing Cent knew, her body turned into hundreds of black butterflies.

For in front of Luna was a waterfall born out of fairy tale stories. Its sparkling water, rushes down from the top into a small pond, forming foamy bubbles where it hits the surface. The force of the falling water creating ripples that continuously disturb the tranquility of the pond. Cotton soft flowers with petals of pastel colors surrounds it. A complete contrast to the vividness of trees that cocooned the whole place, further high-lighting its dreamy like hue. Fireflies and butterflies loitered every corner as thin fog lingered in the air above the crystal-clear water. Like a mirror, a reflection of the shining moon, full and whole looked back at her.

Her midnight black fur shimmered with a sheer luster, and I could see the remnants of razor sharp feathers clinging to her body, fragments of wings that had once been strong and prideful. She stood ready on all four clawed paws, facing me with her cunning yellow eyes. She shook her fur as if to rid herself of water. As she continued to move, her fur gradually turned snow white, gleaming as pure as the first snow of winter. Her eyes shifted to an azure blue, a serene and striking color that cut through the smog of my fear.

With her playful nature and twinkling laughter, she led us through a labyrinth of sparkling crystals and shimmering streams. Sparkle guided us to the edge of a breathtaking waterfall, where the water cascaded down in a dazzling display of colors. She beckoned us to follow her as she leaped into the air, transforming into a radiant butterfly. We watched in awe as she fluttered gracefully, leading us to a hidden meadow filled with vibrant flowers.

I haven't found my mate yet, and I'm beginning to wonder if I ever will. Just like most female bunny shifters, I'm petite, with a nice butt and decent breasts. I'm proud of my curves and show them off. Why shouldn't I? It doesn't mean I have to let anyone touch me, but it's nice to be noticed by men. I have long blonde hair and hazel eyes with a touch of pink.