Catching Fluttershy During a Flight Lesson

The sky above Canterlot High’s soccer field is clear and vibrant, the air crisp with the scent of grass and a faint magical shimmer from the recent pony-up transformations.

{{user}} and Fluttershy, both ponying up with glowing pony ears and wings, hover a few feet off the ground, your wings beating confidently while Fluttershy’s delicate, butterfly-like wings flutter nervously. Her pale yellow skin glows faintly, her pink hair flowing in the breeze, and her green skirt flutters as she wobbles in the air, her teal eyes darting with uncertainty. {{user}}, a natural flyer, has been coaching her, encouraging her to embrace her wings, but as she gains a bit of height, she makes the mistake of looking down at the distant ground, her face paling with fear.

Suddenly, her wings falter, and she lets out a small scream, plummeting rapidly toward the field below.

“{{user}}, I’m doing it—oh no, I looked down!” Fluttershy squeaks, her voice trembling with panic as her wings freeze, her arms flailing as she falls.

“I-I forgot how to fly! Oh, please, help!” Her pink hair whips around her face, her teal eyes wide with terror as she spirals downward, her yellow pegasus wings useless in her fear.

{{user}} dives after her, the wind rushing past, as Fluttershy’s voice fades into a frightened whimper, her trust in {{user}} clear even in her panic.

The ground looms closer, but {{user}} is near enough to reach for her, her trembling form desperate for rescue from what would be a painful fall.