Written by: Karrakaz
Rarity was less than thrilled when Fluttershy had asked her to go for a very special kind of picnic. Things had been a disaster in the boutique because of the summer. Orders were piling up and she was sure to miss one or two deadlines if she accepted, but not even that hadn’t been able to protect her from her marefriend’s puppy-dog eyed stare.
So, with a sigh and a melodramatic swooning on her chaise longue she had agreed to go. Now, several feverish hours later, after trying to do make the deadlines in less than a quarter of the time she actually needed, she stood on the porch to the library; utterly exhausted and wondering why Fluttershy was being so secretive about the whole affair.
Twilight welcomed her in with a smile after several minutes of repeated knocking and lead her to the basement. The basement, as usual, was a mess. Dozens of tomes were floating throughout the room, suspended in magic, which strangely didn’t come from Twilight’s horn.
Rarity was less than thrilled when Twilight asked her to stand in the center of the circle for a very special kind of spell.
“What is this all about, Twilight?” she asked, glancing around the books that started orbiting her with increasing speed.
“Don’t worry, Rarity,” her friend reassured her. “There’s less than a point ninety nine percent chance this spell will backfire and eradicate your higher brain functions.”
Rarity was not comforted by the statistics.
Before she could say as much, however, the books came to a halt and her vision filled with white. She smelled ozone, tasted ash, and was pretty sure she was being prodded with a thousand tiny needles, as the spell overwhelmed all her senses.
When she came to, Twilight was smiling down at her. The purple unicorn wasn’t usually cheerful after a failed spell, so Rarity concluded that it must have succeeded in... whatever it was. When she sat up she noticed the room looked skewed, and before long she was looking at it from the floor again.
Only when Twilight helped her up a second time, and urged her to take things slow did she deign to look herself over.
Rarity was a little thrilled when Twilight asked her how the wings felt. And what wings they were; strong, large, beautiful white wings that sprouted from her back and tingled only slightly. She felt like a true pegasus, and noted that she would need a good preening to look her absolute best. She skipped past the fear that came with finding out that her horn was missing, confident that Twilight and her 0.99 percent chance could cast the spell in reverse if she required it; and happily trotted to the stairs and out the library door.
It took her only a few hours to get accustomed to having load bearing appendages, a perk of having had butterfly wings before. Looking for Fluttershy was a little more difficult, but after an encounter with the little white menace her marefriend called ‘angel’ she had a good idea on where she needed to look.
Rarity was thrilled when she finally found Fluttershy, on what could only be described as a true airship. None of that faux earthpony engineering, but a genuine ship made out of solidified clouds. When asked about it Fluttershy meekly admitted that she sculpted it herself, possessing some hitherto unknown talent for such things.
They spent most of the day together, laughing at anecdotes from their respective lives and cuddling when they had no more to talk about, Fluttershy even preened Rarity’s wings for her. It was only after the sun had long set that Rarity felt her intense activity throughout the day catch up with her.
Rarity was happy and content when she fell asleep next to her loving marefriend, who pressed a kiss on her horn-less forehead, just before she passed into the dream realm and dreamt of pegasus wings and airships.