Courier Six was never really one for asking questions. He always just shot first and if a question came up later he'd seek an answer to it, but that was rare. He's seen some strange shit in his time.

But this?

This has to be the strangest.

Note: The version of Courier Six portrayed in this story is my version, so if you want a guy who's completely mental or a super nice guy, then this isn't the correct place.

I don't own anything in this story. Fallout: New Vegas belongs to Obsidian and Bethesda, and MLP:FiM belongs to Hasbro. Credit goes to those people.

The cover image doesn't belong to me. Credit completely goes to the guy who made it.

This story sucks. If you want to read it, go ahead, but don't say I didn't warn you.