Grand Theft Pony: San Equestrias

East Los Ponies, San Equestrias

It has been a day since Gilda threatened Braeburn to accept her conditions. Braeburn was running out of time to tell Big Macintosh. He drove up to Apple Street, where he saw Big Mac playing dice with other ASF members. He got off his car and walked into their game.

"Hey, what's up Braeburn?" said Big Macintosh.

"Nothing much. Hey listen I gotta tell you something," said Braeburn. Big Macintosh interrupted him while he rolled another dice.

"Hold up I'm trying to win this," said Big Macintosh. His dice rolled on the wrong number, "Shit!"

"Hey, foal we losing the streets," said Braeburn, "We gotta do something about it,"

"Nah, we just standing by our principles, homie," said Big Macintosh.

"But our principles are making us bitches. Every day the Bales keep getting stronger. And you and I keep getting weaker and poorer!" said Braeburn.

"That shit will blow over. Don't worry about it," said Big Macintosh. Braeburn was bothered by Big Macintosh's reaction but he still needed to convince him in some way. Behind them, a friend of the families was sneaking up to them.

"Whoever heard of a gangster rapper called Pinkamena?" said the pink pony in a beanie.

"Hey Pinkamena! You're messing up the game!" said Braeburn in bothered tone as he was fixing up the dice.

"It's OP Pink! Now that's a gangster name. Like Big Mac or Braeburn," said OP Pink.

"Pinkamena, you ain't no gangster," said Braeburn.

"You ain't never put work in for the set. You're a friend, but you ain't no gangster," said Big Macintosh.

"I'm for real, homie. For real!" said OP Pink.

"Okay cool! Now kick rocks, you messing up the game," said Big Macintosh.

"You know what? I'm gonna prove to y'all how real I am. Watch me!" said OP Pink.

"Pinkamena, go to school! Make something out of your life. Me and the cowboy pony, we messed our lives up. We bucked up in the game. We products of the enviroment. Don't be an idiot. Make us proud and do shit differently," said Big Macintosh as he tried to put some sense in OP Pink.

"But I'm a gangster rapper! It's my calling, homie!" said OP Pink. Braeburn just about had it with OP Pink ruining his game.

"Look, do whatever you want, but get the buck out of here," said Braeburn. Big Macintosh, on the other hand, was cracking up on OP Pink's remarks. He thought she was a complete moron.

"No, go be a gangster somplace else," he said trying to hold back his laughter.

"Forget y'all!" said OP Pink as she walked away. Braeburn brought back the discussion they were having earlier.

"Look, this ain't a playground craze. This is the biggest money making opportunity that ponies like us will ever see," said Braeburn.

"I got all the shit I need. I thought we was in this for the hood, not destroying the family. This Apple Street! Roll the dice!" said Big Macintosh as he got his head in the game.

"Talking of holding families together, you heard from AJ lately?" said Braeburn.

"We ain't speaking. She got her own life. More than she deserves," said Big Macintosh.

"It's been like five years since Red died, right?" said Braeburn.

"Yeah, AJ have five years when she should have been dead. I lost a brother and a sister. One got killed and one showed herself as a perpetrating ass bitch," said Big Macintosh in a pissed off tone.

"You real gangsta, but you gotta lighten up. You see, AJ, she's..." said Braeburn before being interrupted by Big Macintosh.

"AJ running around like a foal on the east coast. She can rot in Tartarus for all I give a buck," said Big Macintosh.

Manehattan, New Yearling

Applejack was walking around the streets of Manehattan, trying to get a ride. She was in charge of delivering a package on behalf of the Riches family. She's been working for them ever since she arrived to Manehattan. It's been five years since then and not much has changed for her. She was still poor and wasn't living the dream she had in mind when she left.

As she kept walking, she came across an intersection where there was a stallion driving a pickup truck. She sneaked to it and opened the door.

"Out, now!" she said as she pulled out the stallion out of his car. She hit the gas and left. She was driving to St. Mares to take care of business with Rich family. She pulled out her phone and made a call.

"Yo, hey what's up? It's AJ. Yeah, I hear you. I never knew my dad, and my brother used to make my life miserable. Well, that's what family is for. Anyway I got that package you wanted. Want me to shoot it by the garage? I gotta get this off the street. It's way hot. Alright, later," said AJ as she hanged up.

Meanwhile in St. Mares, Filthy Rich was just in his office. The doors open and it is none other than Flash Sentry, who belonged to the Sentry family. The Sentrys were a family organization based in Manehattan and were rivals with the Rich family. Flash Sentry tells Filthy Rich about his proposition.

"So, Flash, you want five million bits of my money?" said Filthy Rich.

"I want to help you make a fortune, Mr. Rich. My father wants to unite our organizations," said Flash.

"The Sentrys and Riches? That's impossible. That's been impossible since your friends whacked my cousin," said Filthy Rich, "Hey, you know me. Business is business. The personal stuff is nonsense. I'd like to see a way past this bullshit. Now where were we?"

"You were...seeing a way past this?" said Flash Sentry.

"No, I was saying I'd like to, and you were asking me for five million bits. So let me get this straight. I go in your casino, take a thirds stake alone with your organization, and the Foalelli's, then I let you you ponies manage my investment for me?" said Filthy Rich.

"Bingo!" said Flash Sentry.

"Yeah. Yeah. You must really think my mother, Celestia rest her soul, bucked an idiot instead of my father. Are you calling my mother an idiot who goes with morons?" said Filthy Rich in an aggravated tone. Flash Sentry gets off the chair as a bodyguard approaches him.

"No, of course not, Mr. Rich. I'm only making an offer. Clearly, I misinterpreted your intentions here. Look, I humbly apologize. Forgive Me," said Flash Sentry.

"Sit down or I'll slit your throat myself!" said Filthy Rich as he stood up. Flash Sentry took his seat, "You little cocksucker. Ever since Sunny Foalelli got himself pasted all over Fillydelphia, you think you run things in this town. You show me no respect. You insult my family. Your father? He ain't fit to wipe my flank. I'd buck a griffin before I'd buck your mother. How does that feel?"

"Mr. Rich, I think you're just misunderstanding..." said Flash Sentry.

"Hey, you're a good kid. Me, I'm just an old foal. What do I know? Nothing, really. Actually less than nothing. You can have the money," said Filthy Rich.

"We can?" said Flash Sentry surprised.

"If you give me control of the books," said Filthy Rich.

"Yeah, you see, we can't do that, Mr. Rich," said Flash Sentry.

"Then, I meant it. Your mother's a bucking transvestite. I got an idea. What about a third party? An independent guy. He runs the place, and together we run him," said Filthy Rich.

"We can't do that, Mr. Rich. We got our guy in there already," said Flash Sentry.

"Get rid of him. Show me exactly how much you want my organization's involvement," said Filthy Rich.