Fluttershy Wings Novels & Stories

Seeing her friend in such a state, Vanessa immediately rose and ran to her BFF and tried to raise her up but when Evelyn opened her eyes, she saw that one of her eyes were green and the other purple and they gleamed just the way Vanessa's did. Vanessa was shocked and backed away from her friend. "You... Evelyn..." Vanessa was uncertain of what to say or do. "I said...you aren't going anywhere, VANESSA!" Evelyn screamed and rose up without any effort, her feet left the floor. She was flying and wings sprouted from her back. One was aqua green with gold designs and the other was purple with silver designs. Evelyn's clothes had changed to a white lace gown that barely covered her thighs. Her ha

The idea of dressing herself without Gelda’s help still felt strange, and a flicker of sadness gnawed at her as she recalled her old routine. The wind whipped her high ponytail, sending silvery curls streaming over Rhyzar’s broad shoulder. His enormous wings spread behind him, even larger than she remembered, changing color in the dying light—first a muted charcoal, then a bloodred hue as evening settled. The relentless chill of the wind was held at bay by his warm, muscular body, his every movement rippling through the powerful wings that carried them.

My shoulders went still. My demon was suddenly awake. Then he shoved her. Hard. The force sent her skidding backward across the gravel path. And that’s when it happened. Her wings exploded outward. Black. Massive. They snapped open behind her in a powerful sweep of feathers, catching the air like a shield. The sudden burst of movement slowed her fall immediately, the wings adjusting instinctively as they steadied her balance. For a moment they stretched wide behind her. Dark feathers drinking in the sunlight, the edges flashing with that strange blue sheen. Just like her hair.

There was only a long thud of air as the something suddenly unfolded into fairly large leathery wings. Vic shook his head in panic, turned several times, trying to see the innovation. The wings did not want to gather back - they stuck out straightened on the sides. He forced himself to calm down and freeze in place, too stupid to spin naked on the lakeshore. This is not a tail, a tail would probably interfere more. After a very short flight over the forest, the wings were no longer such a surprise. You just need to learn how to manage them. He moved his shoulder blades again and tried to feel them, imagining that it should feel like body parts - just like arms or legs. After several unsucces

“And this is Fluttershy. She's cute and kind, that's why she reminds me of mommy. But she doesn't fly like Rainbow Dash because she is an earth pony. Only pegasus fly, unless the pony becomes an Alicorn, if he is really nice and uses the magic of friendship.” Millie continued talking without stopping for a single minute, holding up the new colorful ponies that Micah had bought for her and that were almost her height. “Uh…” Ruby, who was listening to all this next to Micah, just blinked, a little dumbfounded “Of course, of course…”

He was here. The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away. The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly.

He was curious to know the kind of wings she had. “Yes, do you want to see it?” she smiled. Her scarlet eyes radiated under the moonlight, adding enigma to her lethal beauty. “It will be an honor.” Rieska closed her eyes, and a moment later, her wings took shape. It was black similar to a bat. There were gold and crimson swirls on its membrane. “How is it?” She widely opened her wings, levitated near him that he could perfectly see the small details in it. It was fascinating.

As she drew a deep breath, the light answered—brightening along the edges in a soft, steady flare. She drew her shoulders back deliberately this time. The weight shifted. Not dragging, not forcing. Now perfectly balanced, as if her body had always been waiting for this. Subtle muscles along her spine engaged, powerful and unfamiliar. The wings unfurled behind her in a slow, measured arc, feathers of living flame sliding into place one by one. They were larger than she had understood in the heat of anger and panic of new and unknown. Now they were arching high above her head and curving wide enough that their tips nearly brushed the chamber walls.

I clear my throat, “Come on, Divina, bring those wings out.” She sighs in defeat and says, “Fine, but you stay over there.” She rolls her shoulders and takes a deep breath and I watch as her upper back ripples and the skin over her shoulder blades split open and her magnificent wings burst forth. This time there are no blue flames, just Divina and her silvery blue wings. I walk over to her and run my fingers over her wings, and she shivers in response and ruffles her feathers up and out effectively knocking me back a few feet.

Magnificent, long white wings with a golden undertone. How is this possible? Was this what caused the pain? It has to be. The wings were huge. They moved like I could move my hands. I stretched them and they hit the wall on one side and the other side expanded up to over seven feet. The part connected to my back was golden and then it slowly shaded into a pure white colour. They looked...heavenly. My hands reached out to touch them. Soft. So soft. They were the softest thing I had touched in my entire life.