"The...the vacation is starting tomorrow!?"

Peter and Twilight nodded, still panting.

"What!? Applejack, get your stuff ready! I need to go up to my cloud house! I'll meet you guys in the library, okay?"

The three friends nodded at Rainbow Dash, speechless.

Peter looked down at the letter, reading it in incredulity.

It read:
Dear Twilight Sparkle and friends,

I regret to inform you that the stallion who is taking you to the train next Friday must leave on account of family emergency. Sorry for any inconveniences, but I must move the date of departure to tomorrow, at about six o'clock in the morning.

My sincere apologies for any inconveniences,

Princess Celestia

He shook his head. More like Trollestia...well, at least we get to go earlier...I was fed up with waiting already.

He suddenly remembered something important. "Hey, Applejack, Twilight, I need to go get some glasses. I'll meet you all back at the library, 'k?"

The two ponies nodded, watching Peter walk off.

Twilight and Applejack looked at each other ,waiting, smiling knowingly.

After about a minute of walking, Peter turned around, walking back towards the two ponies, once again, feeling like an ass.

"Hey, where can I get glasses?"

Twilight chuckled. "Come on, follow me. Applejack, go get your stuff ready. Peter, can you take the letter?"

Peter nodded, picking up the letter and stuffing it into his pocket, following the lavender unicorn through Ponyville.

"Are you sure this is going to work?"

The unicorn behind the counter nodded to Twilight, already using telekinetic magic to measure Peter's face, finding glasses frames of the right size.

"How about these?"

Peter plucked the glasses out of the air, and nodded in approval. "I like them."

The unicorn nodded and placed them down in a box behind the counter, ushering Peter into the back room, leaving Twilight in the waiting room.

The lavender unicorn sat down, reading the various posters, thinking about what books she should bring.

Maybe the History of Equestria...Spike never did put that on Peter's bed...or maybe a book about astronomy, Pre Celestia? I think that maybe then I could find out how similar our worlds are...Oh, definitely the book 'One Hundred and One Spells through History'...oh, and the book on unicorn flight...Oh, Celestia, there are too many books to choose from! Should I just magically expand a bag and put all my books in it?

She thought about, and deigned to do the latter. It'll be hard, but it'll be worth it.

Finally, about a half an hour later, Peter walked out of the back room, rubbing his eyes as the dilation was magically reversed.

"Mr. Roose, your eyes are marvelously similar to those of a pony's, luckily. Now, I'll just inscribe the perscription into these lens, and you'll be good to go!"

Peter nodded. "Alright. When should I come back for them?"

The unicorn looked at him, incredulous. "Uh...I'm going to do them now. Watch."

Peter sat, obviously intrigued, as the unicorn magically inscribed each lens with the right prescription, changing the way the world looked through them, all the while not having to change the glasses frame at all. He placed them on Peter's face, standing back to admire them.

Twilight got up and looked at Peter.

"Well, you definitely look better with glasses, Peter!"

Peter smiled, obviously pleased, his stature relaxing as his perception of the world returned to what he was accustomed to.

"You look better through glasses, Twilight. I could barely make you out before!"

The lavender unicorn chuckled softly, not realizing how bad Peters' eyes actually were.

"So, 'doc, how much does this cost?"

The unicorn thought about it, and finally deigned to call it a 'gift'.

"What?"

"I mean, you did save Rarity's life. The least I could do is give you a small gift!"

Peter smiled, grateful. "Thanks."

Twilight looked out the window, starting as she realized that almost a full hour had passed.

"Peter, come on, we have to go! There's only about four hours left for us to get ready!"

Peter nodded, lifting his glasses to rub his eyes.

"Yes, let's."

They both left the shop, thanking the doctor as they did.

"Wow...everything looks so...amazing with these glasses on! I could barely make you out when I was right across from you, Twilight. Everything looks so much...clearer."

Twilight nodded at his side, obviously deep in thought.

"So, Twilight, what books are you bringing with you?"

"All of them."

Peter looked at the lavender unicorn in surprise. "All of them? How the hell are you going to manage that?"

"Expansion charm on a bag. I just need to find it in my library..."

Peter grunted, remembering the mess Rainbow Dash had made.

At least Twilight got it all fixed up...

They finally arrived at the library, both of them deep in thought.

But what if my iPod dies...that'll be a bitch.

They opened the door to find Rainbow Dash struggling with Rarity's wheelchair, to no avail, a cyan suite case abandoned next to Twilight's table.

"Really, Rainbow Dash, it's fine. I don't need to get my accessories."

Rainbow Dash saw Peter and let out a sigh of relief. "Hey, Peter, you mind helping me with this?"

Peter shook his head 'no' and put his iPod, and headphones, down on the table, and walked over to Rarity's wheelchair, taking the handles from Rainbow Dash's hooves, and was about to push Rarity out when Syringe walked in, crutches and a small gel cast levitating by his head.

"Oh...hello, everypony. I see you've all forgotten about these?"

Peter chuckled slightly, and he and Rainbow Dash blushed simultaneously, embarrassed at their forgetfulness.

"Uh...yeah."

Syringe simply smiled, and telekinetically raised the white unicorn into the air, stripping her of her cast, and replacing it with the far more comfortable gel cast. He schooled her on using the crutches, and how to let her weight be supported by the wooden struts.

"Thank you, Mr. Syringe. Between you and Peter, I can't decide who to thank more!"

Syringe smiled. "Thank Mr. Roose more. He saved your life, remember?"

Rarity smiled, and Peter immediately felt embarrassed, shrinking back slightly as Rarity thanked both of them in turn.

"Well, have a nice night, everypony. Mr. Roose, stop scratching your bandage."

Peter did as he was told, blushing slightly as Rainbow Dash chuckled.

Geez, I feel like a child...

Syringe walked out, the image of his namesake stretching over his flank.

Huh...maybe I should ask them what those pictures mean...I mean, I know they're cutie marks, but they don't know I know that...

"Hey, Twilight, what are those pictures on everypony's legs?"

The lavender unicorn looked at him, confused.

"They're cutie marks. Don't you have one?"

Peter shook his head 'no'.

"Well, when a pony finds what he or she is best at, they get their cutie mark. It's a very revealing and amazing moment in a pony's life, and is, most of the time, the best moment of their life. I got mine when I was accepted into Celestia's school of magic."

Rainbow Dash flew into the air, wings spread out with pride.

"I got mine when I first did a Sonic Rainboom! And, if it weren't for me, Twilight wouldn't have gotten her cutie mark!"

Peter chuckled as Twilight groaned, obviously annoyed by Rainbow Dash's swelled ego.

Well, at least she's back to normal...

The cyan Pegasus was about to go more in depth when Rarity gasped, apparently having remembered something. Peter and Rainbow Dash rushed over to her, catching her as she swooned.

"Peter...you have nothing to wear!"

Peter looked down at his undershirt, sweatpants, and sneakers, and realized that it probably wasn't the best attire for a fancy hotel.

"Oh, right...well, where can I go this late? It's almost night time."

Rarity stood, wobbling on her crutches, and spoke.

"Come with me. Not only must I prepare my things from the Boutique, but I must also make some clothes for you!"

Peter didn't argue as he helped Rarity to the door, Rainbow Dash following.

I'll help her get her stuff ready, but then I'll refuse her offer. Hopefully she won't be offended if I do.

As they walked out, Applejack walked in, large orange luggage on her back as she strode in, her knees shaking as the large suit case wobbled.

Peter and Rainbow Dash walked on in silence, both helping Rarity to the Boutique.

The yellow Pegasus flew faster than she ever had in her life, almost knocking her door down as she burst into her house, immediately going up the stairs, taking out her yellow luggage from underneath her bed.

For the next hour, Fluttershy zipped between random parts of her house and her luggage, frantically packing as she verbally made a checklist.

"Brush, check. Sunglasses, check. Sun screen, check. Towel, check. Bird seed, check. Pillow, check."

Fluttershy silently closed the door behind her, not wanting to wake up Angel, struggling to pull the yellow baggage down the road to Twilight's house. She looked to the library, just in time to see a puff of smoke flying out the window, signifying a letter being sent by Spike.

Probably just acknowledging...the new...time limit...

About twenty minutes later, Fluttershy arrived in front of the library, panting, watching Peter, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash take off towards the Boutique.

She opened the door, panting, the orange work pony leaning back on her orange luggage, the lavender unicorn looking for something.

"Applejack...help me...please..."

The Applejack looked up, the Twilight turning at the same time, magical aura surrounding a purple suit case.

"Don't worry, sugarcube, Ah've got you."

Applejack bounded over, helping Fluttershy pull in the heavy luggage, placing it down next to a rather large cyan suit case.

"So...Rainbow Dash is ready...I see..."

Fluttershy sat down on her yellow luggage, panting.

"Yup. What'd you pack, Fluttershy?"

Fluttershy quickly listed the supplies she had packed, and asked Applejack what she had packed.

"Oh, y'know, the essentials. Like some apples, for the trip, and mah summer hat. Also, Ah packed mah sunglasses. Also a few other bits and bobs."

Twilight's horn glowed brighter, causing both Fluttershy and Applejack to raise hooves to their faces, shielding their eyes.

"There...that should do it."

"Do what, sugarcube?"

"An expansion charm. I'm trying to fit as many books as I can."

Applejack and Fluttershy nodded, knowing perfectly well that nothing could stop Twilight from packing more books than needed.

"What about a towel? And a hat?"

Twilight blushed slightly. "Well, that too, Fluttershy..."

The three friends chuckled slightly, just as Pinkie Pie burst in, pink mane even more messy than usual.

Fluttershy closed the door silently behind her, struggling with the yellow suit case, pulling it up her

As soon as Peter and Twilight left the library, the pink party pony took off at the speed of Party, ponies and buildings flashing before her eyes until she arrived at her destination, blowing the door to Sugarcube Corner open as she rushed in. She ran into the basement, where she stored all of her stuff.

Pinkie Pie reached into her mane, her forelegs disappearing deep within the pink mess, taking out bits and bobs, trying to decide what to take.

In order, Pinkie Pie took out Gummy's bed, Gummy, a confetti canister, nutmeg imported from Manehatten, a bottle of wine, a glass, a microphone, a packet of invitations, a stale chocolate moose cake in a container, (which she reluctantly threw away,) Peter's design for the cupcakes, a cupcake baking sheet, a portrait of a cupcake, a camera, a tripod for a camera, a pair of sunglasses, pair of shutter glasses, a pair of Groucho Minx glasses, a pair of loud speakers, a water gun, balloons, a helium canister, (for the balloons,) about two pounds of baking powder, a carton of eggs, a carabiner, and, finally, a coat rack.

She looked around, frowning, aware of the small amount of time she had.

Pinkie Pie shook her head and smiled wide. "I'm about to be...brilliant!"

Gummy looked up at her, indifferent, as the party pony held her breath, causing her mane to poof up even more.

The best thing about having an inflated mane, is that when there's a bunch of air in something, there's a lot of room!

She shoved everything, save the loud speakers, back into her mane, organizing everything so that she could find it later. Pinkie Pie went up to her bedroom, wondering what else she needed to bring with her.

Pinkie Pie nodded in the middle of her room, making a mental list of the tools she had packed in her mane.

My soldering pen, my C-Clamp, my splicing kit, my drill, my jigsaw, my wire spools, my vice grip, my light set, and my ratchet kit.

She chuckled, remembering the conversation she had had with Twilight the first time she had shown her the stash in her closet.

'Pinkie, why do you need all of this?' Silly Twilight! Don't you know? It's perfect for hooking your microphone up to the speakers when you're not allowed on stage, or controlling the lights with your own remote when you're not allowed in the control room!

She chuckled even more as she remembered Twilight's opposition to her uses of the tools.

'Pinkie Pie, that's illegal! You could get arrested for that!' Oh, Twilight. You're so...silly! I always give the managers twenty bottles of wine before hoof! They let me use all of their things then! They're so happy when I give them gifts!

Pinkie Pie nodded again affirming her list of things. She stood, speaking aloud, to nopony in particular.

"Time to go on vacation!"

She bounced out, aware of the two hours she had passed in her house, her indecisiveness holding her up.

Pinkie Pie finally arrived at library's library to find Fluttershy, Applejack, and Twilight sitting around the table, talking, sitting on their luggage, laughing lightly.

"Hi, everypony! What's up?"

"Oh, nothing, Pinkie. Just talking about what we're going to do at the hotel! Now, where was that book about unicorn flight..."

"Oh! Well, I'm going to paaaarrtay! I can't wait to see the party rooms in the hotel! Oh, and I can't wait to try some of the wine there! Also I-"

Applejack cut across with a stern look. "Hold it there, sugarcube. You're not havin' any wine on mah watch. Remember what happened that night?"

Pinkie Pie nodded, still smiling. Oh, right...

"What happened on what night, Applejack?"

The orange work pony chuckled slightly. "Oh, nothing, Twilight. Let's just say it ended up with Pinkie Pie here upside down on the ceiling."

Twilight raised her eyebrow, but walked away, shaking her head, chuckling slightly. "Oh, Pinkie."

Pinkie Pie smiled and nodded. "Yep!"

The party pony walked up to the table and sat down, looking directly to Fluttershy.

"So, Fluttershy, what are you going to do at the Tower de Celestia?"

The yellow Pegasus immediately responded with a confidence that Pinkie hadn't seen in her since...ever.

"I'm going to get one of those marvelous Tower de Celestia wing massages. And, no matter what she says, I'm pulling Rainbow Dash along with me too. She needs to get one of those massages. What are you going to do, Pinkie Pie? Besides partying, of course."

A spark entered Pinkie's eye, but it died as soon as Fluttershy said 'besides partying'.

"Well...maybe..."

"You should really relax, sugarcube. Ah doubt that constant partyin' isn't tirin', even for a pony with your...uh, stamina."

Pinkie nodded. "Yeah, maybe I'll go to the beach. Sit back, relax, and even surf!"

Twilight stopped in the middle of putting books in her suit case.

"Pinkie Pie, you surf?"

The party pony bounced up, nodding.

"Yeah! Every time I go to a beach!"

Twilight raised her eyebrows and smiled, lowering her voice.

"Well, do you think you could...teach me?"

Pinkie giggled. "Of course, silly! And Peter can help you, too! He does 'body surfing', whatever that is."

"It's when I wait for a wave, and catch it just before it crests and ride it on my stomach. It's a bit dangerous, but fun as holy hell."

Everypony looked up to see Peter leaning in the doorway, beard trimmed, luggage on his shoulder, the moon reflecting off of his sunglasses and the buttons on his white tuxedo, the buckle holding his white pants up also reflecting the dull light, his black shoes bright with a recent shining.

As she walked, Peter and Rainbow Dash stood by her side, not talking, focused on keeping Rarity upright throughout the trek. Rarity looked at Peter's clothes, wondering how he could keep an upright posture while wearing such hideous pants.

As they neared the Boutique, Rarity was filled with anxiety.

This is the first time I've been in here in...three days? I can't wait!

Peter opened the door for Rarity, holding it as Rainbow Dash walked her in. Rarity heard it snap shut as he walked up to her side, offering to get whatever she needed. She shook her head. Time was of the essence.

"No, I need you to stay down here. Rainbow Dash, would you be a dear and get some white fabric from my room? Also, some black leather and purple silk would be nice. As well as a buckle. And a-oh, my!"

Rainbow Dash picked her up, bringing her to her work station. Peter picked up the crutches, chuckling as the cyan maned Pegasus carried off the white unicorn.

Once upstairs, Rarity took back the crutches, and immediately set to work, measuring Peter's height, the length of his arms, the length of his legs, the width of his midsection, etc.

"Uh, Rarity? How do you know where to measure?"

The white pony didn't answer, obsessed with her work. She finally put away the measuring tape and ensnared the pencil and paper in her magical grip, drawing out a design that Peter couldn't see. She awkwardly moved over to the sewing machine and set to work, Peter still unable to see what she was doing.

About twenty minutes or so later, Rarity stood up, magically hovering the white dress shirt in front of Peter.

He put it on, buttoning it, surprised that Rarity had made something so quickly, especially for a human...

"Uh, Rarity? I appreciate it and everything, but...how do you know how to make shirts?"

Rainbow Dash sighed, already bored.

"Well, my dear, Spike has a very similar body to you. Making a shirt for him was very similar to making a shirt for you. I'm guessing you'll want pants, too?"

Peter nodded, a bit too vigorously. "Uh, yeah, I would like that."

The elegant white pony raised an eyebrow, but returned to her work, notwithstanding Peter's over-vigorous agreement.

About an hour later, with Peter giving slight suggestions-such as a clip instead of a button, and a zipper as the fly-Rarity levitated pants in front of Peter. He plucked them out of the air and asked if there was a place where he could change in private.

"You can change in the bathroom."

Peter nodded and briskly walked over to the door Rarity's hoof pointed to, closing the door behind him, walking out about five minutes later, sneakers and grey sweatpants and sneakers in hand, his socks nowhere to be seen, his shirt tails tucked into the white pants.

The cyan Pegasus looked up, smiling at Peter.

"Awesome!"

Rarity nodded, looking at the belt holes she had made.

"Uh, Rarity, if you don't mind me asking, how do you know how to make pants?"

"Because I made pants for Spike once. He decided not to wear them, though."

Peter simply nodded as Rarity moved over to her work station once more, stitching away at black leather to make a belt, attaching a buckle to the end of it.

"Try this on."

Peter did, and smiled as he looked at the silver buckle, obviously pleased with how it had turned out.

Rarity looked at his feet, now somewhat tired. He pulled the socks out of his shoes, and handed them to Rarity.

"You can use these as a mold for socks, I guess. And also the sneakers, you can use them as a mold for shoes, right?"

Rarity nodded, grateful that she had something more to go on than just drawings this time.

About an hour later, she presented Peter with socks and shining, black shoes, which he shoved onto his feet.

"They feel nice. Thanks, Rarity. I think we should head back now, Twilight's probably-"

The elegant white pony magically closed the door, and both Rainbow Dash and Peter snapped at the neck towards Rarity, confused.

"I still have to make you a tuxedo, sunglasses, and a second outfit. You can't walk around in the summer sun in that, darling."

Sighing, Peter admitted to more measurements, donning the white tuxedo about a half an hour later, joined by sunglasses. Rarity smiled as Peter raised an eyebrow, obviously pleased with the fact that Rarity had managed to copy the prescription in his glasses over to his sunglasses.

"Wow, I can see great in these!"

He shrugged in the tuxedo, his hands on the folds.

Thank God for Spike. If not for him, we would've been here all night, trying to make a fucking pair of pants...

He blinked, his vision still not totally used to prescription sunglasses.

"Now, dear, it's time for you second outfit. What do you want?"

Peter thought about it, scratching is stubble, realizing that he really needed to shave.

"How about..."

A song entered his mind, and he made up his mind, smiling mischievously.

"How about...the same pants, but with...a turtleneck and chain."

"You like turtles, Peter?"

Peter raised an eyebrow to Rainbow Dash, nodding.

"I have a pet turtle! His name is Tank. You wanna see him?"

Peter smiled. "Sweet. Can't wait!"

Rainbow Dash smiled wide, already spreading her wings to bring Tank to the Boutique, when Rarity cleared her throat.

"Rainbow Dash, we don't have time to play with our pets. We have about...an hour left before we have to sleep. We have to get up at at least five o'clock tomorrow, remember?"

The cyan Pegasus sighed, and sat down, her wings slowly retracting. Peter smiled, turning back to Rarity.

"Just one thing: can you make the turtleneck blue, and out of a light material? So that I'm not sweating all the time? And the chain...I kind of want it to be super thin."

Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow at the mention of a blue turtleneck. Rarity nodded, walking away from Peter, things flying around, ready to become a turtleneck and chain.

I can't believe she's so energy filled. And she's using those crutches like a pro. When she gets in her zone, nothing can stop her, I guess.

About one hour later, Rarity presented Peter with a blue turtleneck and a thin, gold chain.

"Uh, Rarity? Where did you get the metal for the chain?"

The answer came in the form of twenty more thin chains, which Rarity explained as being for 'her next fashion line'.

"Well, I guess I just started your fashion line for you, huh?"

The unicorn laughed, but politely shot down his achievement.

"Yes, and no. It has to be on a pony."

Peter nodded, understanding. He didn't bother trying on the turtleneck, or the chain, but instead asked for a suit case.

"I don't have one, as I kind of just...arrived here, really."

Rarity nodded, bringing out two white suit cases, one large one for herself, one smaller for Peter. He put the turtleneck and chain in his bag, chuckling as he did so.

"What's so funny, Peter?"

Peter turned to Rainbow Dash, a wide smile on his face.

"I'll tell you at the library. Yes, Rainbow Dash, at the library."

The cyan Pegasus rolled her eyes, even as things flew around the room and into Rarity's luggage, but didn't pursue the issue any further, changing the subject instead.

"So, Peter, what are you going to do at the beach?"

He smiled. Finally! I never thought she'd ask! Time to see how awesome my plans are, according to the master of awesome.

"Well, the first thing I'm gonna do is catch a few waves, and body surf."

"'Body surf'? What's that?"

"I wait for a wave, and catch it with my body before it crests, and ride it on my chest. It's dangerous, but fun as all hell."

"That sounds awesome!"

Peter smiled, chuckling.

"Hell yeah, it does."

They were about to talk more when Rarity finished packing and ushered the two friends out, magically levitating her luggage as Peter swung his over his shoulder.

"Let's go, now! It's almost time for us to sleep! And I simply must get my beauty sleep!"

Peter and Rainbow Dash rolled their eyes. Neither of them were sleeping that night.

They walked out, human and Pegasus standing next to Rarity, ensuring that she wouldn't fall.

Peter held a finger up to his mouth, flicking his sunglasses down over his eyes, straightening his tuxedo, Rainbow Dash and Rarity raising their eyebrows at him. He stealthily opened the door, making no noise whatsoever. He leaned on the frame, holding a finger up to his lips as Applejack noticed him.

"Of course, silly! And Peter can help you, too! He does 'body surfing', whatever that is."

"It's when I wait for a wave, and catch it just before it crests and ride it on my stomach. It's a bit dangerous, but fun as holy hell."

Everypony snapped at the neck to see Peter, arms crossed, broad shoulder on the door, legs crossed at the knees, eyebrow raised over his sunglasses, the world tinted dark, yet sharp and definite, the prescription relieving his eyes.