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// 0 - 2: Fashion 
// Story: Four Stars 
// by Moterius 
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Sitting in my kitchen, I watched myself making breakfast. The room was too small to have more than one person running around, and I also was relatively sure I couldn’t control more than one of my bodies at the same time yet.

Or at least not so that nothing goes wrong, anyway.

Interestingly, it seemed like both Nightmare and Flare had no ‘hunger’, and I couldn’t help but wonder what they ‘ate’.

Appetite, yes, and it seemed they could sustain themselves upon normal food, but no hunger.

I still made each eat a few sandwiches, and then I started thinking about what I should do.

First off, clothing. I would need to get clothes for all four of them, so that I could at least go outside. Interestingly, when I looked at my bodies and ignored the fact that they all were naked (which was now that they were not covered in fur considerably harder than before), I could tell that their proportions were exactly the same. Same height, same waist, same head-form, same everything.

That at last made this ordeal a little bit easier.

I eventually decided to go as Celestia, since I wanted to try and lower the temperature the magic the others had. I wanted to be able to levitate stuff without melting it.

Still, could be used as attack.

Grabbing a few (hopefully) androgynous clothes, I then pulled them on. I could not see anything out of place, and they were not too big or too small, so I decided to roll with it.

Right now, I wore a jeans, some older shoes that still were good, a yellow T-shirt and a white sweatshirt with a few black specks for decoration. Grabbing my wallet, I then made myself scare, jogging into the city, my goal being the clothing store.

Luckily, while being in anthromorph form my balance was off from what I was used to as a human, but when I was disguised, my body luckily felt like there weren’t wings worth at least fifteen kilos of weight attached to my back.





(SF)

Having played with the rings for a while, I found that they had no influence on my magic but made my wings ‘vanish’.

Shrugging, I started pulling my magic up again, being able to do that because I could multitask enough to keep walking as Celestia.

Feeling my horn lighting up again, I then focused, bringing the magic in front of my eyes. I could move it with my hands, but as soon as I stopped concentrating on it, the magic vanished.

Bringing the light in front of me again, I then tried pulling out as much magic out of it as I could, and it started to dim. To my eyes, it soon became invisible, but I could still touch it with my hands and feel where it was with both my hands and horn.

‘Feeling’ things with my horn was quite an interesting sensation.

Closing my eyes, I then tried to move as Daybreaker, and while I could do that, the strain on my focus was too big, and the ball of magic dissipated.

Sighing, I stood up myself while sitting down as Daybreaker again, picking up the book myself.

The chapter about magic manipulation also had an addendum about magic that hurt others when being used and recommended to try and strip away it’s aura.

The ‘aura’ was essentially the imprint one left when using their magic. It allowed one to identify who cast magic, and what gives most spells their color.

Not all, of course, a spell designed to generate blue light won’t turn orange when Flare would use it, but it accounted for most.

The process described was not sounding too hard, so I focused again, bringing an orb of magic in existence and then started draining it again.

However, this time I concentrated on draining the ‘me’ in the magic, not the magic itself. I noticed that while doing so the magic got pulled back as well, but there was a oh so tiny moment where it did not move.

Using that short amount of time where they were separated, I managed to pull out most of my aura. It was still there, and the magic was still warm and had the same orange color as before, but it was considerably cooler than before.

I tried to drain more of my aura out of the magic, but I then got surprised when someone spoke to ‘Celestia’, causing me to lose my grip of magic and causing a short burst of pressure that caused a bit of a mess by whirling around the lighter objects in the room. Luckily, nothing broke or was set aflame.

However, I should definitively check up on her.





(CEL)

“Excuse me, miss?”

Shocked out of my stupor, I realized I had arrived where I wanted to go and was standing in front of the store. I blushed upon realizing I completely forgot about this body of mine.

…that was a sentence I never even thought I’d ever say.

“Ah, sorry. I got lost in thought,” I responded, and he nodded.

Stepping inside the store, I looked around, and I picked up a few items to check if they would fit me. I ended up picking a t-shirt with a flame motive, a light jacket, some underwear and slightly better fitting jeans, as well as another plain blue t-shirt.

Neither my looks nor what I bought was what caught the stares of the cashier, but the fact that I bought everything four times.

I shrugged; it wasn’t really that important what the people thought about me.





When I arrived back home, I put the new clothes I bought (save the jeans) into the washer, then pulled the ring off my horn. I realized I left my clothes on, but they vanished in the same manner my robe did when I put the ring on originally.

That was… useful. It meant that I would have no problem changing between forms and no need to carry clothes if I wanted to hide myself.

Trying to move my wings, I found that I could do so by imaging them as my arms, and I stepped in my garden.

Since I was living a bit out of town, I had a quite big property, and I tried to flap my wings, but I only got a tiny bit of lift.

Walking back in my house, I turned my computer on, then watched some videos of birds flying in slow motion, trying to remember them as exact as possible, then walked back outside.

I found that I could remember the motions perfectly, and I then started to move my wings like I saw in the video. I started to feel a pulling sensation on my back, and before long, I was lifting from the ground a bit.

Moving the wings faster, I now was hovering above the ground, and I tried to move, by tilting the wings slightly forwards. It had the effect I hoped for, but at the same time it also meant I had less lift, causing me to stumble upon falling the twenty centimeters back down to the ground.

Trying again, I found myself moving my wings faster when I started, lifting me up about half a meter, and then started beating them in the rhythm I had before. I hovered in place, then slowed down long enough so that I sank, now once again only a few centimeters above the ground.

Interestingly, it seemed like I was able to hover without problems, the question was why.

Then, a burst of air caught in my wings, causing me to stumble sideways in the air. I fell down again, groaning.

It gave me an idea, though. I quickly switched to Flare, who also pulled the ring off her horn, then came out and opened her wings. I flew up again, then got her to beat her wings once while holding them perpendicular to the ground, causing a similar gust of air like the one that threw me off last time.

Since I knew now that a bust of wind would come, as soon as I felt it hitting me and tilting me to the right, I beat my right wing, causing me to fall over to the left because I did it too strong.

“Again!” I said to myself, dusting off the robe and beating my wings again, raising in the air.

Eventually, I would be able to correct my flight unconsciously, which was something I would desperately need when actually flying higher than a few centimeters.