One of the better things about the Wonderbolt Academy, ignoring the near disaster with Lightning Dust, was that once they’d finished, the recruits were allowed to keep their uniforms. Sure, it wasn’t an official Wonderbolt uniform, but to Rainbow, it was a first and important step towards the illustrious blue and yellow. So was the shining gold Lead Pony badge pinned to the breast, and to almost the same extent, the silver Wing Pony badge that Spitfire had mailed to her three days after the academy finished, the same Wing Pony badge that Rainbow had tossed onto Spitfire’s desk in order to make her point. That badge now rested in Rainbow’s little trophy cabinet.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!” moaned Rainbow, as she stared at a tear running up the side of her recruit uniform. She had just received a letter, inviting her and several of the other recruits to an official Wonderbolt function up in Cloudsdale in a few days, and the letter had requested that they be in their recruit uniforms, so as to differentiate them from the actual Wonderbolts. Rainbow couldn’t be showing up in a torn uniform, Spitfire would have her head for that. The obvious idea came to Rainbow immediately, and she picked up the uniform, and flew out of her cloudhouse, and down into Ponyville proper, eventually coming to a stop just in front of Rarity’s door. She entered, and as the bell above the door tingled, Rarity turned around from the dress she was making, and began reciting her shop’s little motto. Rainbow let her finish, and then spoke up.
“Hey, Rarity.”
The aforementioned unicorn gasped dramatically, “Rainbow! Have you finally decided to purchase one of my exquisite creations?”
“Nah, I still think that stuff’s too girly. I actually need your help, Rarity. Can you repair this?” Rainbow dumped the recruit uniform onto Rarity’s work table, and the white unicorn levitated it up to have a good look at it.
“Yes, I do believe I can, my dear. It won’t be a moment’s work,” smiled Rarity, as needle and blue thread were floated over from the shelf. She expertly threaded the needle, and was stitching the material back together in no time. Less than ten minutes later, Rarity was watching as Rainbow pulled the uniform on.
“Wow, Rarity! It’s like it was new again! Thanks a bunch!” exclaimed Rainbow, and began to carefully pull it off once more. Once she had it off, she turned to the fashionista.
“How much do I owe you for that, Rarity?”
“Not a thing, dear. I don’t charge for work that takes under half an hour, especially not for my friends.”