My Little Caboose: Blue is Magic!

by DarkWing


Fashion Trends

Simmons was sitting at the table having his breakfast when the doorbell rang. He put the food back on his plate and hopped off of the chair. However, Rarity had run down the stairs and opened the door by the time Simmons had even managed to enter the front room. There was a tall, white unicorn with dark red hair smiling at the pair, with a bag hanging off of his back. His cutie mark was a film reel. Rarity couldn’t help but feel as if she had seen him before.

"Hello, you must be Rarity." The unicorn said with a smile. He dropped the bag he was carrying next to the door and extended his hoof. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine." Rarity said, shaking the unicorns hoof. "You must be Fancypants' friend, mr..."

"Westhoof. Flint Westhoof." Flint said.

"The Flint Westhoof?" Rarity gawked.

"At your service." Flint said, bowing slightly. He then looked at Simmons, noting his blank flank with curiosity.

"Who is Flint Westhoof?" Simmons asked.

"I am one of Equestria’s most famous actors. You must have seen one of my many works." Flint said with a smile. "Surely either 'A Fistful of Bits' or 'For A Few Bits More' rings a bell. How about 'A Perfect Equestria'? No? 'The Unicorn, The Pegasus and The Pony'?"

Simmons shook his head at each of the titles, not even sure if they were plays or movies or the like.

"Odd. Maybe I'll have to invite you along next time I have a performance." Flint said. "I am told they are excellent."

"Sounds... good." Simmons said, not sure what to say to him.

"I should hope so." Flint said with a smile. "Enough about me, let's say we get started on the suit then, hm?"

"Yes, right away sir." Rarity said. "Follow me and we shall get started."

Simmons and Flint nodded and went up the stairs with Rarity in to her studio. Flint saw the small platform and stepped on it without being told.

"How long is this expected to take?" Flint asked. "I am in no hurry to leave though, don't take this as a sign of impatience but as a sign of curiosity."

"Usually it would take an hour or two, but because of your build I would say... at least four." Rarity said.

"I didn't expect to be standing for that long." Flint chuckled. "I can't be held accountable for if I fall from exhaustion."

"Just tell Simmons when you start to feel weary." Rarity said while gathering cloths. "He is adept at magic, and I have taught him a spell to hold ponies in place."

"Ah, I was told that you were a solo artist. I did not expect an assistant." Flint said.

"What else would I be?" Simmons asked.

"I was under the assumption that you two were special someponies." Flint suggested.

Rarity and Simmons looked at each other and smiled.

"No, we're just friends." Simmons said. "We don't have that much in common."

"That's a shame, you two would make a cute couple." Flint said. "Let us begin."

Rarity nodded and started to take Flint’s measurements, then immediately set off to work. She had worked for two hours when Flint coughed.

"Now?" Simmons asked.

Flint nodded and Simmons started the spell. Around the third hour mark, Simmons started to strain from the over use of magic, but he kept pushing.

"I hope you don't hurt yourself on my account." Flint said. Flint then focused on Simmons and broke the spell. Before Simmons said anything Flint spoke once again. "I appreciate the rest, uh... what was your name? I don't think I caught it."

"Simmons."

"Well I thank you Simmons, but I think I can stand the rest of the way." Flint said with a smile.

Simmons nodded gratefully and rubbed his temples lightly. After another hour, Rarity finished up one last stitch and slowly backed away.

"Are we finished already?" Flint asked.

"Almost, it just needs a finishing touch..." Rarity said, walking around Flint, looking for any discrepancies.

Simmons looked at the silver tuxedo that covered Flints entire torso.

"I think I have an idea." Simmons muttered.

"What is it?" Rarity asked.

"Hang on a second..." Simmons said.

Simmons grabbed a needle and some black thread and walked up to Flint. He used magic to lift the needle and he started to stitch a small symbol on the side of the suit. He backed away and looked it over.

"What did you do?" Rarity asked bluntly.

"I have no idea." Simmons said.

"What? What is it?" Flint asked.

Flint walked up to a mirror and looked at his side in the mirror. The symbol that Simmons had stitched on looked exactly like Flint’s cutie mark.

"Nopony puts a cutie mark on clothing." Rarity said. "It is redundant."

"Sorry, I was just trying to help." Simmons said diminutively.

"I for one like it. I believe that it makes this suit unique," Flint said, looking into the mirror. "Nice thinking Simmons."

"You... like it?" Simmons asked.

"Positively. In fact, I believe that you two may have just started a new fashion trend." Flint said. "Follow me."

Flint walked down the stairs and grabbed the bag he had brought, and reached into it and pulled out a couple pieces of paper. He then held them out to Simmons and Rarity who had followed him down.

"What is this?" Simmons asked.

"They are a pair of tickets." Flint said simply. "The Wonderbolts are having a show in two days and I would appreciate if you came with me as guests."

"That is very generous of you." Rarity said. "Are you sure you want to give these to us?"

"Of course. Consider them a bonus for your excellent work." Flint said, raising his brow at Simmons.

"What's wrong?" Rarity asked.

"For some reason I thought that Simmons over there was still a blank flank. I must have been mistaken." Flint said, leaving the boutique. "Have a fine day and thank you once again for the suit."

Rarity and Simmons then looked at his flank and saw the symbol. It was a tuxedo with a needle and black thread overlapping it.