“No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!” Rarity yelled as she threw sheets of paper into the air. “All these designs are too plain and have no style.”

“I don’t know Rarity. I think these designs are pretty neat.” Sweetie Belle said as she looks over the scattered paper on the floor.

“Thanks for the your comment Sweetie Belle, but all these design are just awful.” The fashion diva said as she slammed her face onto the desk she was sitting at. “I need some kind of idea for a new fashion design. Something bold, daring, amazing! Something that says ‘I’m a tough independent mare who won’t take orders from anypony.’ I need-.”

*CRASH!!!!*

Rarity was cut off as something crashed in from the roof, and landed onto her bed. “What in the name of Celestia was that?!” She asked as Sweetie Belle ran behind her.

“Ow! Son of a bitch that hurts! How the hell do I not have any broken bones from that fall?!” Amy said as she pulled herself up from the destroyed bed. “Guess whoever this bed belong to broke the fall.”

“Excuse me!” Rarity yelled as she glared at the Blazing Heart. “Just who in the name of Celestia are you, and-.” The fashion diva’s eyes widen as she looked at Amy’s outfit. “And just where did you get that outfit?” She asked as she rushed up towards the human, and pulled on her coat. “The texture, the color pattern, the well stitched stitches. Who’s the pony that made this outfit for you?”

“Um...I bought it from a store back in Washington DC….If you don’t mind me asking, just who are you random white unicorn lady?”

“Oh where are my manners. My name is Rarity, owner of Carousel Boutique where everything is neat, unique, and magnifique.” She said only for a piece of destroyed roof to fall a few inches next to her.

“Well you got the unique part down….who’s the little kid hiding behind you?” Amy asked, pointing a finger at the teen pony.

“Oh her? That my little sister, Sweetie Belle.” Rarity answered as she motion her little sister to move. “Sweetie Belle, it’s rude to just stare. Go ahead and introduce yourself.”

“Um...h-hi.” Sweetie Belle said sheepishly while blushing. “I really like your mane.”

“Mane?”

“Your hair darling, it’s what ponies refer to. But I’m curious though, what happen to your fur and tail? So far you only have your mane.”

“Better not tell her I’m a human, otherwise she might tell one of the locals about me. Or worse she might even tell that crazy princess or that rainbow pegasus.” Amy thought as she scratched her head. “Um, I have a rare skin condition. I never had fur on me the moment I was born.”

“Oh my Celestia! Sorry I asked you that question. Nopony should ever have something like that. It’s like a fate worse than death!”

“I don’t know whether I should take offense to that?” Amy shook her head as she moved passed Rarity and Sweetie Belle. “Well it’s nice to meet you two, but I should get going.”

“W-Wait, you can’t leave!” Rarity yelled as she moved in front of the door that Amy was heading towards. “Especially when you ruined my roof, along with my bed.”

“Well it’s not like I can pay you back anytime soon. And it’s not like I did it on purpose. I got thrown across the air by a potion that I was trying to make.”

“Whether it was on purpose or accident, you still have to pay for the damage done to my home.” Rarity said as she crossed her arms. “If you can’t pay me now, then you’ll have to work it off.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“Do I look like the mare that takes things serious?”

“...Dammit, fine. What do you want me to do in order to for my debt to be paid off?” Amy asked as she placed her hands in her coat pockets. “Not like I have a choice in the matter.”

“Well… I believe there is two options. But, for me to decide… What sort of skills do you have?” Rarity asked.

“Mechanical engineering, I was going to college to become master engineer, but things kinda got out of hand.”

“Oh… Well, that might come in handy… You see, I’m a seamstress by trade and recently, two of my sewing machines recently just stopped working, forcing me to have to complete my commissions by hand. Doing so though takes much longer than if I were to use my sewing machine and I personally dread making my customers wait. You can start paying off your debt by fixing the machines. Afterwards… well, we’ll see where we are by then.”

“Alright, this should be a problem. Just show me to there the machines are, and I’ll fix them.”

“Certainly… Sweetie Belle, can you direct Ms..um.”

“My name is Amy, Amy Anderson the Third.”

“RIght, sorry about that. Sweetie Belle, can you direct Ms. Amy to the fabric room? Afterwards, you can go play with your friends.”

“Yes Rarity!”

“Okay, lead the way Sweetie Belle.” Amy said as she followed the teen filly upstairs to the sewing machines. “So are these the machines that Rarity wanted me to fix?”

“Yeah, judging from the looks of things, some of the fabric she was using for making Twilight’s Gala dress got caught and tangled up again. I keep on telling her to take her time with her work, but she insists that the sooner she’s done, the better.” She replied, looking back at Amy. Whose eye was twitching. “Are you okay?”

“Y-You know Twilight, as in Princess Twilight Sparkle?”

“Yeah. Personally though, she’s more of my sister’s friend. Sometimes when she’s desperately trying to solve for answers to any questions she has, she goes to extreme measures.” Sweetie Belle sighed. “Why? Did you encounter her when she was in one of those thinking sprees of hers?”

“You could say that...in some ways.” Amy answered as she scratched her neck. “Let’s just say I prefer not to see her anytime soon.”

“Well, if worse comes to worse… I can help you get out of here if anything crops up.” The Teen Filly told her. “Now, we should start working on these before Rarity thinks we’re not doing anything.”

“Fair enough.” She said as she cracked her knuckles. “Let’s get started.” It didn’t take long for the Blazing Heart to find the source of the problem. As they opened up the machines, they found a series of seams entangled within the inner workings of the first machine. As for the second one, it turns out that what was entangled this time appeared to resemble Silk and Linen. Something you wouldn’t normally see on ordinary clothes. “Geez! What the hell did she do to these guys?”

“Well, the first one looks to be from fixing Twilight’s dress to accommodate for her wings… the other one… looks a lot like Rarity’s night gown and… something from her underwear drawer.”

“Seriously? Dammit, this is going to be a hell of a problem trying to fix.”

“Can’t we just take a scissors and cut it? I would’ve suggested a match, but that accidently caused a forest fire when I was on a camping trip with my friends.” The Unicorn said to her.

“Hm...that might work actually.” Amy pointed a finger the sewing machine as a spark of fire appeared on her finger. “Hope I don’t accidentally burn the place down.” She said as she burned away the fabric from both sewing machines. “Hey it worked.”

“Cool! How did you do that?”

“Just a snap of a finger kid, but it works if you concentrate you magic to one point to you body. Mainly your finger tip.”

“Sweet.” Turning around, she looked outside and soon, her ears fell down. “Uh oh…”

“What seems to be the problem?” Amy asked, only for her question to be answered when she looked out the window. “Oh shit.” Standing outside the window was Twilight and Spike talking with Rarity. “This does not look good.” She said as she notice Spike looking at her, and motioned Twilight to look up. “Shit cakes! I’m screwed!”

“I can get you out.” Sweetie Belle said as she walked out the room. “Follow me, quickly.”

“Not to be rude, but how are you going to get me out of here? I can’t go through the front seeing how they’re waiting for me, nor can I go out the back seeing how they might have some kind of trap waiting for me.”

“True, but what my sister doesn’t know is that I have a secret tunnel that leads out into Ponyville.”

“Wait, really? When did you have the time to make something like that?”

“Me and my friends were trying to get our cutie marks in tunnel making.”

“Cutie marks?”

“It’s something that a pony get’s when he or she find their special talent. You’re a pony aren’t you? It’s pretty much basic knowledge.”

“Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh.”

“You’re not a pony aren’t you?”

“What gave it away? Was it that fact that I didn’t have any fur or a tail?”

“More likely the fact that you don’t talk like everypony else does,” Sweetie Belle sighed, opening a hatch underneath the floorboards she was standing on. “Just slide in, you should be fine from here.”

“Thanks, I owe you one kid.” Amy said as she hopped down into the tunnel. “If I see you again, I’ll repay the kindness you just gave me!” As she fell into the tunnel, a book from inside her bag happened to slip out and land by Sweetie Belle hooves. Curious, she picked it up and read the cover.

“Tome of Elemental Mastery?” She said to herself. “Hey, maybe I can get my cutie mark in elemental magic and do cool things like Amy.” With it, she opened the book and began to turn through the pages as the magic from the book surged around her. Then, a knock on the door went off, catching her attention.

“Sweetie Belle? Is Amy in there? There’s somepony here that wants to see her…”

“Uhh…” The Teen Filly stuttered, “Amy ran out the window the moment she saw Twilight. She thought that she and Spike were stalking her.”

“What did I tell you Twilight!? I was right!!” The dragon from downstairs cried out.

“Spike, this is scientific research-.”

“The jury says otherwise!”

“Look mister negative nancy, all I want to know is how Amy is able to use magic without the use of mana. Now if you’re not going to help then you can leave me and Rarity in the search for her.”

“I would prefer that. You had me running all over Ponyville so much, I think I pulled a muscle in my legs.” The Dragon retorted, flinching a little at the stiffness in his legs. “Plus, you’re assuming that Rarity is going to help you.”

“Yes dear. I would love to help, but now that Amy was able to fix my sewing machines, I can finally get back to work on the suit that Fancy Pants wanted me to fix last time I was in Canterlot.” The unicorn corrected her.

“But Rarity, think about all the stuff we can learn from her. You might be able to get some fashion ideas from her if we can get her.”

“Twilight, you’re doing it again. The last time you acted like this was when you tried to figure out Pinkie Pie’s Pinkie Sense.”

“But this is different, we have an alien from another world that can use magic like a unicorn can. Think of the knowledge we can learn from her. Can you imagine that there are beings from another world?” Twilight’s eyes started to sparkle at the thought of it.

“Twilight, you’re forgetting about Sunset.” Spike deadpanned, groaning a little. “Plus, the last time you acted like this, Princess Celestia had to show up because you went too crazy. Please don’t have me call her again…”

“Oh you better not Spike,” Twilight said as she walked over to Spike and whispered. “Because if you do, I’ll tell Rarity about your little doll plushie you have of her.”

“Actually, I already know about that Twilight.” The Unicorn told her. “I was the one who gave him that plushie.”

“You’re out of ammunition now, Twilight.” Spike told her.

“Oh yeah well…” Twilight said nothing as her horn started to glow. In a flash of light, Twilight teleported out of the room they were in and flew off to find Amy.

“.....I get the feeling this won’t end well for them.” Rarity said.

“Which one, Twilight or Amy? Because my bits are on Twilight.”

“Both actually.” She said as she notice Rainbow Dash outside. “Is that Rainbow Dash? What in the name of Celestia happen to her mane?!”

“Don’t… ask… It happened while trying to get Amy… did she crash into the boutique?”

“You could say that yes, I’m surprise she survived the fall.”

“Well, it’s not really her fault… Rainbow was the one who sent her flying in the first place.”

“YOU WERE THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR WRECKING MY HOUSE?!”

Author's Notes:

Next Chapter: A gentle flame