Intermixture

Simmons was pacing back and forth, stopping every so often to glare at his cutie mark. "What? That's my special talent?" Simmons yelled.

"What is the problem with it?" Rarity asked.

"If any of the guys see this I will be a laughing stock." Simmons moaned.

"It does look a bit... grandma like." Tivos said hesitantly.

"I for one think it looks magnificent." Rarity said. "What did you think your talent would be?"

"I assumed mine would be something... I don't know... good." Simmons said. "A needle and thread isn't exactly my definition of masculine."

"I kind of have to agree with him." Tivos added. "It does lack in masculinity quite a bit."

"I think that it describes you pretty well, Simmons." Rarity said.

"How do you figure?" Simmons asked.

"Well for one, it shows that you have class." Rarity said. "Making garments is also a lot of hard work and requires you to think ahead. Most people can't handle that sort of workload."

"Well when you put it that way..." Simmons said with a smile, then shook it off. "But if Sarge sees it I'll never hear the end of it..."

"Do you really look up to him that much?" Rarity asked.

"Well, not really." Simmons said. "It's just that he is my superior so I have to respect him."

Tivos chuckled at the remark.

"He may have been your superior back where you came from, but here you two are equal." Rarity said.

"Hey yeah!" Simmons said happily. "You're right."

"Simmons, I just want to apologize for yelling back there." Rarity said sincerely. "I thought you ruined the suit, but it turns out you very well may have saved it."

"Don't worry about it, I shouldn't have done that without running it by you first." Simmons said.

Rarity looked in to Simmons’ eyes and smiled.

"Say Simmons? You wouldn't be interested in..." Rarity started. "Never mind."

"Interested in what?" Simmons asked, his curiosity aroused.

"I was just curious if you would care to be hired here." Rarity said. "I could use somepony like you who could help around here."

Simmons stared at her blankly until he grasped what she had said. "No. I mean, I don't know... we will have to go back to our world soon. I don't want to have a job just to be sent back right away."

"Do you have to leave though?" Rarity asked. "What is stopping you from staying?"

Simmons hadn’t thought of this. He was under the impression that he and the others would only be here briefly, and once they received their cutie marks they would be on their way. So in response he just shrugged. Rarity frowned slightly, noticing the tickets just off to the side.

"Well, the offer is still open if you do decide stay." Rarity said. "I hope you are still available to go see the Wonderbolts though."

"I think I might have some spare time." Simmons said.

"I don't have anything to do yet as of now, so I will make it." Tivos said.

"Good." Rarity said, smiling at Simmons who was smiling in return. "But you two may need something to wear when we go. After all we want we to look our best if Westhoof is going to be introducing us to other important ponies."

"Sounds good." Simmons said with a smile.

"I always like to look spiffy." Tivos added.

"Shall we get started?" Rarity asked.

"I'd love to. Maybe I can help as well. After all, it is my talent." Rarity and Simmons shared a smile and walked upstairs to start on both Simmons' and Tivos' suits. Tivos stayed downstairs, as he had nothing to do. He sighed and walked over to the couch, were he sat down.

"I certainly wish I found my special talent so I can help around here." Tivos muttered to himself. Suddenly, he felt a strange sensation in his horn, it started to glow a dark purple and a small spool of string lifted off the table and levitated in front of Tivos, a purple aura engulfing it.

"What-" He started. He soon found that he had control of the spool. He could rotate it, move it around. He experimented by slowly moving it to the left, then to the right. Up, down, forward, backward.

"Fascinating, this must be the magic that I am supposedly capable of manifesting." He said in intrigue. It took him a few moments to notice that there was something more about the small spool that he could observe. It was almost as if his horn could read the exact dimensions and physical characteristics of the object within his magical grasp, and he was able to project it perfectly in his mind.

Tivos closed his eyes and decided to explore this strange sensation. He focused on the image of the spool in his mind, and used this new found power to project the image threw his horn. Suddenly there was a purple flash, and when Tivos opened his eyes, there were two spools of string levitating in front of him, both looking precisely the same.

His eyes widened and a smile grew on his face as he set the spools down and picked up a pair of scissors with his magic. It all seemed so simple now. It was like moving an extra limb. He then received, yet again, a perfect image of the what he was holding in his head as his horn scanned it. He closed his eyes and did what he did before, and soon enough there was a purple flash and two pairs of scissors levitating in front of him.

"Rarity! Simmons! Come, I need you to see something!"

Over at Sweet Apple Acres, Enolc was laying under a tree, watching Winona run after a ball that Applejack kept throwing. "There he is girls." Applebloom’s voice called out.

Enolc glanced over to see Applebloom running up to him, closely followed by two other fillies. He sat up and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Uh, can I help you?" Enolc asked.

"You're right Applebloom, he does kinda talk like your sis." The white filly said.

"Why don't you have your cutie mark?" The orange pony with purple mane said.

Enolc cringed when she said cutie mark. He was really starting to hate that name.

"I don't have it yet. I just got here." Enolc grunted.

"He seems grumpy." The white filly said.

"I'm not grumpy. I'm just relaxing. Or at least I was, which would explain why I might seem grumpy. Who are your friends?" Enolc asked.

"My name is Sweetie Belle." The white filly said.

"I'm Scootaloo." The orange one said.

"And together we're..." Applebloom started.

"The Cutie Mark Crusaders!" They all chanted in unison.

Enolc burst out with laughter and the girls looked at him.

"What's so funny?" Scootaloo asked.

"That is the dumbest name I have ever heard." Enolc said, wiping a tear out from his eye.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo glared at him. "I thought you said he was nice." Scootaloo whispered to Applebloom.

"Yeah, he seems like a big meanie to me." Sweetie Belle agreed.

"Well I didn't mean to be offensive." Enolc said. "I'm sorry."

"Well... at least he apologized." Sweetie Belle said.

"Well, you must be here for a reason." Enolc said. "What can I do for you?"

"How is it that you don't have your cutie mark yet?" Scootaloo asked.

Enolc smiled at the orange filly. "I got here from another place, so I haven't received my special talent." Enolc chuckled.

"All of ponyville is talking about how that thing appeared in the sky." Sweetie Belle said.

"They are, huh?"

"Yeah. What was it?" Applebloom asked.

"A CSO class Super-Carrier." He said.

"What's that?" Scootaloo asked.

Enolc laughed. "It is a giant metal maze that can fly threw space and shoot lasers."

"That's awesome!" Scootaloo said.

"Anyways, we were just wonderin' if you could do us a favor." Applebloom said.

"Oh?" Enolc laughed. "And what would that be?"

"Well, we're always tryin' ta find ways to get our cutie marks..." Applebloom said. "But we never have any luck and always end up embarrassing ourselves..."

"So what does that have to do with me?" Enolc asked.

"You don't have your mark either. No other grown-ups help us that often so we thought that since you don't have yours yet, maybe..." Sweetie Belle started.

"We're wondering if you could help us find our cutie marks." Scootaloo said simply.

Enolc looked at the girls who were staring at him intently. He let out a long sigh.

"I don't know..." Enolc said, to which the girls started frowning. "I guess I could give it a shot." The girls muzzles broke into huge grins. "On two conditions."

"That depends what they are." Scootaloo said.

"One: you let me join your little group." The girls huddled in a circle and started whispering. They all then broke off and nodded in unison. "And two: you never let Little Sin or Tody join the group." Enolc said with a smile, putting his hoof forward.

"Deal." The girls all said at once, all placing their hooves over his.