It was a bright, sunny day. Rainbow Dash was walking down the street, thinking about whatever it is she thinks about. She really didn't know where she was going, only stopping when she bumped into a familiar shy woman. However, instead of saying she was sorry, the woman turned and drew a gold-plated Beretta M9 pistol, held sideways in the stereotypical gangsta manner (even though that makes your aim worse).

"Yo! Rainbow Bitch, why you in my way?"

Fluttershy chuckled at her nickname for Rainbow.

"Um, Fluttershy? Are you okay?"

"Am I okay? Yeah, I be okay. But you gonna be filled with holes if you don't get outta my way!"

Rainbow quickly moved over, giving the new gangsta the right of way. Something was definitely wrong. Very, very wrong.

"Fluttershy... is a total bitch now!"

The next day, Fluttershy rode into town not in her mid-sized car but in her and her crews' bright red Mustang convertible. Rainbow Dash stood watching in awe as Fluttershy pulled the Beretta out and opened fire on an abandoned building across the street. Immediately, a rival gang spewed out, golden Uzis in hand. The rival gang unleashed a rapid fire of SMG bullets, while Fluttershy's gang hid behind their ride. Fluttershy opened a small compartment on the side, revealing five gold-plated AK-47s. Throwing one to each of her crew, they made short work of the rival gang.

Fluttershy declared, "That was a good hit."

Then Fluttershy and her crew hopped into the bar and drove off before the cops came.

Rainbow stood in awe as-

Wait! Wait! Woah woah woah! Shut this all down! All of this! We agreed on a gangster fic!

Well sir, we did write one.

No you didn't! You made Fluttershy into a modern day gangster!

But that's what you wanted!

No! The damn idea for this came from a fucking Al Capone quote*! Make her into a thirties gangster! Now! A mafia member! A mobster! Like motherfucking Al Capone! The most famous fucking gangster there is!

Well, let's start over, shall we?

It was a bright, sunny day. Rainbow Dash was walking down the street, thinking about whatever it is she thinks about. She really didn't know where she was going, only stopping when she bumped into a familiar shy woman.

But, instead of saying sorry, the woman turned and said, "Hey ya bearcat! Watch where ya're walking, see? Don't be such a wet carpet, can't ya see the bank's closed? Now scram before ya cause any trouble. You don't want no funny business, do ya?"

"No ma'am! I was just leaving!"

"Good! Can't have ya in the way when I go to bump off the big cheese of the bulls after us."

Fluttershy turned and slowly walked back to her old Rolls Royce Sedan.

The next day, Rainbow was in the market place, when suddenly some cops shut down a bar nearby. Suddenly, the squealing of tires filled the air as Fluttershy's Sedan braked suddenly and stopped. All of the gangsters dressed in pinstripe suits and fedoras got out and grabbed their Tommy Guns.

"All right gents. Don't hit any birds. We're here for the bulls, see? Make sure ya don't destroy the joint too much.

The men nodded and opened fire on the bar. Police ran out, only to be met with a hail of SMG bullets. One cop jumped behind a police van and pulled out a PPSh-41 and firing back at the gangsters. Fluttershy ducked behind cover with the rest of her gang.

"Alright. We've got a bull with a fast heater out there. Let's bump him off and get to our speakeasy so we can get that secret bootleg, see?"

Fluttershy and her mob entered the bar.

The bartender said, "Ya here for the bootleg?

Fluttershy said, "Yeah. Just don't try any funny business. We got torpedoes all over the place. Ya don't want to end up in a Chicago overcoat, do ya? Just watch ya conk and get us the bootleg, see?"

Fluttershy unholstered her Colt 1911 and pointed it directly at the bartender.

The bartender frantically fumbled around, knocking over bottles before he opened a secret door next to the door.

"It's in there, gents."

"Thanks, ya been real kind. Here, take a century."

Fluttershy placed a one-hundred dollar bill on the bar.

The mob left the bar and went back to their car.

Suddenly, a cop jumped in front of them and arrested them! Dun dun dunnnn...

Fluttershy was admitted to Alcatraz Prison on June 28, 1002 ABL (After Banishment of Luna). Her new designation was Prisoner B6942. She was locked up in her cell, ready for a night of boredom.

No! Stop this one too! You just sent our main character to prison!

But that's what happened to gangsters in the thirties.

I didn't want her to go to prison!

But sir, she's a nineteen thirties gangster like you wanted!

I changed my mind! Make her part of the Yakuza!

Um, we don't know anything about the Yakuza.

Then the Russian Mafia!

Can't do that.

Hells Angels?

Nope.

18th Street Gang?

No.

Bloods?

No. We can't do any organized crime groups.

Westboro Baptist Church?

The people out there would kill us. Besides, Fluttershy would never be part of the Westboro Baptist Church.

Well, we need something to make this story edgy and offensive!

How about the Bronies?

Bronies? It will never catch on.

How about the Illuminati?

Do you really think anyone would buy that?

I don't know. The Illuminati are everywhere.

No they aren't! They're just a myth! Just a load of-

This story has been shut down by the Illuminati. Sorry for any problems that arise.

Author's Note

*Inspired by the quote: "Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I am kind to everyone,but when someone is unkind to me, weak is not what you are going to remember about me."