Chapter 1: Winged
Beepbeepbeepbeep. Beepbeepbeepbeep.
The piercing beeps tear me into consciousness. I roll over and reach for the alarm clock. I'm still not sure why I put it at the other side of my bed. It just seemed like a good idea. Get me up in the morning. Nope, just made me want to sleep more. Ugh.
Having silenced the inferior noise, I got up. Sort of. Okay, it's more like I rolled onto my feet and sat on the edge of the bed. I was incredibly tired, despite going to bed at 8:30 the night before, so I suppose it makes sense that I didn't realize I had wings until I laid back on them.
Just so you know, wings are really, REALLY sensitive. They need to pick up wind currents and the sort, plus they're very thin and fragile. So naturally, I was suddenly quite a bit more awake then I had been a second ago.
At this point, my muddled brain recalled that I wasn't supposed to have wings. I was a human. Humans don't have wings. I had wings. But I was still a human.
That actually ran through my head before everything clicked.
A little while back, I had hypothesized that if the ponies found a way into our world, they would come through a portal. The portal had appeared in my mind as one thing, one complete thought. A golden pentagon with 5 circles embedded in it, one at each point, matching the coats of the Mane 6. Twilight's sphere had been floating in the center of it.
This is all in my imagination, keep in mind.
My mind told me that once Twilight had activated it, the portal would open into our world. Where, it wouldn't say.
It also believed that if said nearly-impossible events occurred, they would become humans, with the pegasi and unicorns keeping their wings and horn, respectively. This also meant that if you knew what you wanted to be as a pony, then you would gain the characteristics of your pony (wings, horn, etc.).
All of that clocked through my head in a space of about ten seconds, and I nearly squeaked with joy as I realized the only thing the green-feathered appendages protruding from my back could mean.
They were real.
At this revelation, I nearly jumped for joy. I probably would have if I hadn't been so tired. I got up, shuffled my feathers under my shirt in an attempt to straighten them, and went to have a shower.
As I walked past the living room, I remembered the mirror on the wall. It was fairly big, and would probably be perfect for guaranteeing that I wasn't insane.
A note on the living room: at the time of this writing, the couch faces away from the front door, towards the mirror. A couple chairs lie around, and a piano sits to the right of the mirror.
Standing in front of said mirror, I took off my shirt, and did what felt like spreading my wings. Sure enough, green feathers swooshed into the empty space on either side of me. Just to double-check, I pinched myself.
OW!
Yep. I am definitely not asleep.
I went to have my shower.
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As I was getting dressed, I realized that if I wanted my wings to be available, I would need them to go through my shirt. Unless I didn't wear a SHIRT to SCHOOL, which seemed like less of a good idea.
I took a shirt I could wear, but wasn't particularly attached to. I also took a pair of kitchen scissors, which my younger brother used to cut a hole in his shirt once.
I put on the shirt and marked where my wings started with a Sharpie. Thank goodness my arms were long. After that, I removed the shirt again and cut down the line with the scissors. When I tried on the shirt, the holes were just the wrong size. So I tried again, and after a couple of tries, I got it. My wings now slid smoothly in and out of my shirt. I did the same for a long-sleeve shirt so I wouldn't get cold.
I grabbed some breakfast and headed outside. I needed to see if these wings worked the way I thought they did.
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I rotated my wings sideways, curious about flight. How would this work? The wings felt sort of like feathered arms sprouting out of my back, so I treated them sort of like arms. I rotated them flat to the ground, and swung down.
I went up a bit in the air, but not for long, as I dropped back to the ground. I quickly reoriented myself, and thought. In the animation, the wings went down, then pulled in a bit and up, spread again, and went back down.
But how would that apply on a vertical figure? Do I need to rotate my wings sideways, like I just did? It makes sense, I thought to myself.
I turned my wings flat to the ground and pushed up again. This time, though, I pulled them in and swung back down, then repeated.
I hovered for a few seconds before dropping to the ground. Fortunately, I wasn't very high up, so no pain was administered. As it turned out, by a total guess, I had partially figured out flying. But it was tiring, and I still needed to figure out how to move.
I headed back inside to get my helmet. I'm biking to school today.
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Author's Note: This isn't a great story. It's just an idea. If it doesn't make sense, let me know what to fix. I know it's short. I think I'll do this in small parts, so I can pick up on the bad, re-write it, and make it perfect before moving on. Constructive criticism is welcome (in other words, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't), and I will need help with writing the ponies, because apparently I suck at it.
This is my first story, so please let me know what to fix. If you do like it, don't expect frequent updates. Thank you for reading. Let the comments begin!
--Sheripony