Alicorn princesses are often considered the epitome of beauty, sophistication and benevolence. Ponies will usually hold them in the highest regards and sing their praises to anyone who is less than convinced. Princess Celestia is considered to be the epitome of purity and kindness, guiding the equestrian populace with her radiant light. Her sister, Princess Luna, is known as the princess of the night and dreams, watching over the population during their dreams and throughout the night-time. The third Princess to be crowned, Princess Cadence, handles all matters related to the heart, blessing anypony who is under the influence of love. Lastly, there was the most recently crowned princess, Twilight Sparkle, the Alicorn of . All ponies under their rule would say that there is not a moment where the royal princesses were not beautiful.

It was about 7:30am Twilight Sparkle was currently fast asleep on the bottom bunk of the trucks beds. She was laying on her front with one hoof hanging over the edge while the other was supporting her head, squishing it in the process. Her tongue was lolled out and she was drooling from the side of her mouth, creating a puddle on the floor where it had pooled over the night. The normally neat and combed mane that she had was currently dishevelled beyond belief, with strands of hair pointing out in all directions and sticking to her face, matching her wings and tail in similar states of disarray. Twilight also snored very loudly, almost shaking the truck with the volume she produced from her open maw.

Spike, on the other hand, was the poster drake for peaceful sleeping. He had a calm expression on his face as he slumbered and the only noise that came from his mouth was the very quiet sound of breathing. His bed covers and pillow were all in their appropriate place and not cast around him like his mothers were.

After a particularly loud snore, the hoof that was holding up Twilights face slipped from its position, causing the mare to tumble off her bunk head over heels and onto the floor in a heap, which was accompanied by a loud yelp.

“Oowww.” Twilight moaned as she clambered up from the floor and supported herself on her bunk, rubbing her head to try and ease the pain.

“Morning Twi.” Said Spike without even looking over the edge to see if she was alright. This sort of thing had happened before in the Sparkle household and it became one of Spikes impromptu alarm clocks. “Have a nice sleep?” He asked, finally looking over the side of his bunk.

“It was fine, would have liked a bit more of it though.” She grumbled, switching the position of her hooves so that she could sit down against the bed. “*yawn* what time is it?” She asked, smacking her lips to get moisture into her mouth.

“Hmm, let’s see… the time is 7:32 in the morning.” Spike said as he checked the clock on the wall by his bed. “Are we going to go back into the bungalow?”

“I think that would be for the best, just give me a couple of minutes to wake up properly.” Twilight then proceeded to trot over to the sink and peered up a t it with an annoyed gaze, realizing that she couldn’t reach it. She looked round the interior for something to use as a stand and spotted some ammo crates under the workbench on the other side of the truck which she pulled over. Using the ammo crates as stands, she placed her hind legs on one of them and hoisted her front hoofs up onto the counter, giving her access to the sink.

“You almost done?” Spike asked, checking his scales for any imperfections.

“Just about.” Twilight responded as she finished drying off her face with the towel by the sink. “Okay done, let’s go.”

They both hopped out the truck and onto the dry dirt below, closing it behind them as they made their way to the front door of the bungalow. Twilight then opened the door with her magic and walked inside with Spike on her back between her wings. Arcade was standing by the sink, filling up a kettle. Willow was kneeling behind Veronica as she did her hair and chatted about the latest goings on in the Mojave and elsewhere. Stood by the fireplace was Boone, being his broody self as was per-usual, cleaning his hunting rifle with care. The sound of a shower could be heard which led Twilight to believe that Red was taking a shower at the current time.

“I see you decided to make the smart choice and sleep in the truck instead of on the couch.” Arcade said with a smirk as he placed the full kettle on the stove, switched on the gas and lit it ignited it.

“Yeah. I understood what you meant when Willow decided to ruin our sleep.” Twilight muttered, glancing at said woman pointedly.

“Sorry.” Willow apologised sheepishly with a rub of the back of her head. “I hadn’t really gotten the chance to… enjoy my nights with Red since left for our trip to Zion.”

“I’ve managed it for years Willow, have some restraint.” Arcade scolded. He then turned to look at Twilight and Spike and gestured to the rows of mugs that were laid out. “I’m making coffee, would you two like a mug? We have sugar, milk and honey if that’s your thing.”

“You had me at coffee,” Twilight said with a grin, causing Arcade to chuckle and turn back to the mugs. “I take mine black with no sugar and Spike has his with milk and honey. How about you help him out Spike.” Spike nodded his head and hopped of her back and clambered up onto the counter using the bin.

“Hey Twilight, come here for a sec.” Veronica said as Willow continued to put her hair into a messy bun. “Our first meeting probably didn’t go as well as either of us would have hoped, so let’s start over. Hey, my name is Veronica Renata Sant’Angelo, I’m an ex-brotherhood of steel scribe with stars in her eyes and a pneumatic gauntlet on her hand.” She extended her hand out and Twilight shook it.

“My names Twilight Sparkle and I’m a magical pony princess from another dimension, sent here to rescue a creature that is an embodiment of chaos with my young dragon son.” Twilight smirked after she had finished her introduction at the confused expression on Veronicas face.

“First time I’ve met a princess before.” Veronica admitted. “How are you magic if I may add?” She asked, receiving a nod from the purple alicorn as her horn lit up and levitated a pillow over to them. “Well… that’s different.” This caused Twilight to laugh at her dumbstruck expression.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She said as she tried to calm down her giggles. It was then that Arcade decided to bring over their coffees and with the aid of Spike, handing each of them theirs before sitting on the sofa and taking a sip of his own.

“Red will finish up in the shower soon, so we should enjoy the peace while we can.” He said as everyone just sat there in silence, enjoying the atmosphere and each other’s company.

About five minutes after that they all heard the shower turn off and all the humans in the room groaned at the same time.

“Here she comes.” Boone said as he lifted a newspaper up to his eyes to block himself from seeing anything he wouldn’t want to. Arcade reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of glasses that had black metal instead of lenses in the rims, which he replaced his normal pair with. Veronica pulled her hoodie over her eyes and yanked the strings taught so that she couldn’t see through it. Twilight created an opaque magic barrier over hers and Spikes eyes, blocking all light from entering their vision. Willow didn’t care, she just frowned at everyone else.

They all heard the door to the bathroom open and the sound of footsteps walking into the room.

“Oh come on!” Red shouted as she spotted everyone blocking their vision, those whose mouths were visible also barely holding back laughter.

“I don’t think they appreciate your nudity as much as I do.” Willow consoled. “I think it would be best if you went and got dressed.”

“Fiiiine.” Red moaned, her shoulders slumping as she went round the corner to get dressed. About 30 seconds later they heard her footsteps come back round the corner, except this time they sounded like boot clad footsteps. “Better?” She asked Willow.

“Better.” Willow affirmed. “You can look now guys, she has clothes on.”

“Thank god.” Arcade said as he switched his glasses back. “Remind me again why you feel like torturing us with awkwardness.”

“Two reasons.” Red said as she held up her fingers. “Reason One: Frontal Lobe damage from the bullets. Reason Two: Because I can, my home, my rules.” She folded her arms and flicked her head up, doing an impression of a posh twat. She then mock pouted and looked round the room her bottom lip quivering and her eyes watering. “Does no one like my body?”

“I know Twilight does.” Spike pointed out, a smirk adorning his face. “The way she was drooling last night I could have mistaken her for Princess Celestia at the castle bake sale.”

All Twilight could do was squeak and bury her face in her hooves as everyone laughed at her expense, a burning blushing forming on her cheeks. Even though many of the people present hadn’t got the joke, they all knew that whoever this Princess Celestia was, she must have loved cakes if Twilights expression was anything to go by.

Once everyone’s laughter had died down, Red grabbed her Duster and pulled it on. She then got everyone to pay attention and addressed them.

“We will be heading back to the Lucky 38 before leaving for the Mojave Outpost, and then to the Sierra Madre.” She said, placing her rifle on her back.

“Where is the Sierra Madre located exactly?” Veronica asked as she went to one of the lockers by the door.

“It’s in the Sierra Nevada funnily enough.”

“Wouldn’t it be quicker to go up past Vegas then instead of heading to the Long 15 then?” Arcade asked with a frown.

“I thought that to, but it turns out that there is no known way through to the Madre via that road.” Red shrugged. “Gather up what you want to bring and let’s get going.”

After Veronica had gathered up all her things, the group exited the bungalow and locked it before opening the truck and climbing in. Just as Red was about to walk into the cab she slipped on something and smacked her head on the top of the opening, falling to the floor and rubbing her head in pain.

“What the hell was that?” She groaned as she sat up.

“Let me see.” Arcade said as he bent down and examined the liquid that Red has slipped on. “It looks like… drool?” He then turned to the two that had stayed in the Truck overnight and raised an eyebrow at them, causing Spike to quickly point to Twilight who had a sheepish expression on her face.

“Sorry.”

“Just clean it up and let’s get going.” Red said with a facepalm.

Author's Note

Had a hard time coming up with a quote for this chapters title and i don't like this one very much anyway. If anyone has a better name for this chapter that is a quote from Fallout: New Vegas then please tell me.

No new mods in this chapter.

Farvel