Free Broken Wings by L J Baker

look.”
    Flora turned away to gather her clothes. Rye put a gently restraining hand on
her arm.
    “It doesn’t matter,” Flora said. “Honestly. What is important is that you don’t
feel as though you have to run away from me.”
    “You’re wonderful.”
    Flora smiled. She softly stroked Rye’s cheek and rose. Some magic passed from
her fingertips to infuse the whole of Rye’s body and mind. Flora really was the
most incredible person in the whole of Infinity.
    “Wait,” Rye said.
    Rye yanked her shirt off. Flora watched. Rye wrestled her tight T-shirt up over
her head. The release of her cramped wings and chest was like a second orgasm.
Returning blood flow tingled in several places.
    Flora’s gaze roved Rye’s bare torso with her typically small pair of breasts and
the pronounced breastbone and upper body musculature of a winged creature. Flora
would not yet be able to see the wing buds on Rye’s back, which were the compact
bundles formed by the folded sections of each wing support lying hard against
each other.
    Slowly, fearfully, Rye strained to unfold her wings. The five sections of each
of her wing supports sequentially snapped out straight. Rye’s wing supports
jutted up above her shoulders. Flora did not run screaming in horror. Instead,
she looked like she’d been turned to stone.
    Rye stood. Might as well let Flora see it all. She lifted her wing supports
until they projected at the flying angle, which stretched her thin membranes to
their full extent from her shoulders, down her back, the back of her legs, and
to her ankles.
    “Oh, Holy Elm,” Flora said. “You’re a fairy.”
    Rye stood her ground as Flora stepped close. Rye began to feel the enormity of
what she’d done. This was the first time since her escape from Fairyland that
she had revealed her species to anyone. Her wings twitched. She had to exert
herself to prevent them from defensively folding. She did fold her arms across
her chest.
    Flora rested a warm hand on Rye’s arm. “Thank you.”
    “You… you don’t want to throw me out?”
    “Throw you out? Because you’re an even bigger turn on than I thought? Oh, Elm, I
have to touch your wings. May I?”
    Rye nodded.
    Flora reached out to softly stroke Rye’s wing membrane. “It’s warm. And pliable.
So smooth.”
    Flora wandered around behind Rye. Rye again had to concentrate not to let her
wings snap into a defensive fold hard against her back. Flora’s delicate touches
made her shiver.
    Flora wore a soft smile when she walked back to Rye’s front. “Amazing. I’d love
to see you fly.”
    “We don’t. Not really. We glide.”
    “Then I’d love to see you glide.”
    “I can’t,” Rye said.
    “I suppose it would create something of a sensation for you to hurl yourself
between trees naked. Although I’d be more than happy to watch.”
    Flora slid her arms up Rye’s chest and shoulders until she touched wings. Rye
held her close so they touched naked body to naked body without even air
separating them. Flora kissed her.
    “You… you don’t mind that I’m a fairy?”
    “Of course not. You thought I might?”
    “I tell people that Holly and I are of mixed bogle and brownie blood. Because
most people don’t like fairies. They think we’re all freaks and religious
nutters who should be shipped back to Fairyland.”
    Admitting that she was not a legal resident, and the questions that would beg,
would involve another giant leap of faith Rye wasn’t prepared for. It was scary
enough that she’d revealed her species.
    “Is that what triggered your bolt after our first time, at the club?” Flora
said. “And why you asked if we’d taken our clothes off? Because you thought I’d
discovered that you’re a fairy? And you feared that I’d have such an adverse,
prejudiced reaction that it would cancel out my attraction and liking for you?”
    Rye shrugged. “It’s easier and safer to hide.”
    “Well, I’ll certainly keep your secret. Of course I will.