Pinkie Pie angrily stomped away from the two drugged out allies. She opened the jeep they arrived in, and proceeded to remove and equip the military-grade assault rifle that was beneath the passenger’s seat.

“Thanks AJ. ‘Least you’re useful for something.” Pinkie Pie muttered, as she strapped it to her chest.

She clicked the button on the side of her headset.

“Situation? What’s up?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“They’re suspicious. It looks like they gettin’ ready to pull out. They designating drivers ‘n shit..” a boy informed.

“Really? How much time does it look like we have?” Pinkie Pie asked, as she flicked the safety off, jogging back towards the scene.

“Not much. They have engines hot, and they’re trying to contact the others, but…”

“But, they’re dead. Listen, there are four vans. How many can all of you see?” Pinkie Pie asked, finally returning. She saw four of the white vans, and true to their word, she could see the exhaust sputtering fumes. They were ready to leave, they knew something was up.

“Building on the left, we can see the two near the docks. Driver’s scanning the windows, we gotta lay low.” a boy informed.

“Building on the right, we can only see one. He’s turning, but I should be able to take a shot.” a boy said, quietly.

“Good. On my mark, take the shot. Each team, send one of your boys down here, I’m gonna need the assistance.” Pinkie Pie instructed, taking a deep breath.

“It’s time to drill.” Pinkie Pie stated, as she tied the cyan durag around her head, using it as a mask. Only her blue eyes could be seen from a small slit.

“We’re ready. On your mark.” one of the boys informed.

Pinkie Pie gave an approving grunt, as she carefully crouched from a wall, to a crate, to a small barrier-wall. She wanted to close the distance, so that she could light the vans up if needed.

She figured that this was as close as she could reach. She peeked, and saw a clear view of the driver a few feet from her. She’d have to make this shot count.

She flicked a button on the side of the rifle, turning it to single-fire.

“Everybody, ready?” Pinkie Pie asked, making sure. She could feel her hands begin to sweat.

After a series of ‘mhm’s and ‘yeah’s, she decided it was time.

“Mark.” She yelled, as she stood. She aimed for half-a-second, and pulled the trigger. A single shot fired off, hitting the shoulder of the driver.

“Shit, missed his head.” Pinkie Pie cursed, ducking, as fire was returned immediately. She felt splinters of the concrete sputter past her, as bullets clunked away at her position.

“Two drivers down!” a voice yelled from the transmitter.

As Pinkie Pie slid over, and peeked again, she saw the van driving towards the driveway exit of the dock.

“Shit, we can’t let that van go! We gotta keep this op lowkey!” Pinkie Pie yelled. She ran as fast as she could, ducking behind several items.

Soon, she found that she had a somewhat clear shot, flicked the rifle to auto, and emptied her entire clip into the moving van.

She breathed a sigh of relief, as she witnessed the van swerve off track, and crash into the brick wall.

“Van, coming up on pink girl’s rear, watch it!” Pinkie Pie heard, as she turned. The van was roaring towards her position.

“Oh-ho-ho, fuuuuuck!” Pinkie Pie yelled, as she immediately lifted her rifle, and let out the final 7 bullets, which luckily killed the driver.

However, the van still roared towards Pinkie Pie. She tossed the gun aside, and tried her best to scale and jump over the approaching van. She stumbled over the van and slammed back into the concrete painfully.

She rolled around on the ground, groaning in pain. As she was about to get back up, she was met with a gun to her face.

“If I die, I’m taking at least one of you motherfuckers with-”

*BANG!*

The girl holding the gun fell onto Pinkie Pie, a large hole in her head now gushing with blood.

“Man, people really don’t learn that the monologue shit is just asking for death.” Pinkie Pie sighed out loud, pushing the corpse off of her.

“We clear?” Pinkie Pie asked through the headset.

“Yeah, we got one still alive at the back. What you wanna do with ‘im?” one of the boys asked.

“Bring him home with us. That boy’s gonna make the decision of a life-time. Load up the vans with whatever’s left, and let’s get this load back home.” Pinkie Pie said.

“Ray. How far along you got them?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“We’re almost home. Where should I leave them?” Ray asked.

“Just chill there for a few minutes. We boutta pull through.” Pinkie Pie said, turning her receiver off.

Pinkie Pie held both hands on her hips, admiring the path of destruction they left.

She smiled, as she reached into the recesses of her sweatshirt, pulling out a small spray-paint can.

She proceeded to tat the place with ‘RB’ in cyan. She smiled, as she pulled a red durag off one of the bodies. She half-painted the bloody rag with the cyan, and left it to hang on the boy’s forehead.

Blood soaked from the bottom of it, as the cyan leaked, infusing within it. She was satisfied, it looked well enough.

She didn’t admire the death, necessarily, but rather the amount of work they put in for one person.

“Rainbow Dash’ll be happy. An entire gang is about to fall for you, baby.” Pinkie Pie thought fanatically, as she got into the passenger seat of the nearest van, watching the post-carnage setting as they, and the 3 other vans pulled off.

Rainbow Dash and Twilight still sat on the cell floor. Several minutes had passed since Big Mac had left.

A lot of the inmates were crowded around, admiring the two who had knocked out and severely injured people in Big Mac’s clique, and had even caused damage to Big Mac himself.

They had a newfound respect for the two daredevils. However, they were promptly shooed away by Zecora. Twilight noted that despite stating she was not a member of the Pirus, she clearly had a rather significant level of authority.
“Rainbow Dash and Twilight, come with me; it is time to explore this facility, and there is much for you to see.” Zecora said, gesturing for the two to follow her outside of the cell.

Rainbow Dash and Twilight followed. Twilight followed cautiously close to Rainbow Dash, still worried about her head injuries.

That, and she couldn’t help but want to be near Rainbow Dash. It gave her an odd sense of security.

“So then, ‘Zeek’, what’s this tour all about?” Twilight asked, slightly teasing. Zecora briefly glanced back at her.

“Big Mac likes you two, so I suppose it’s okay to tell; but, soon we’re going to be busting out of this hell.” Zecora stated.

“Then, you’re supposed to be showing us a way to bust out?” Twilight asked.

Zecora nodded in confirmation. Twilight walked up past Rainbow Dash, and next to Zecora.

“Look, this is a bad time to mention, but the only reason I’m here is because I was a high-ranking operative in Death Lotus for quite some time.” Twilight stated. Zecora stopped, looking at her funnily.

“I know, I know, but it’s a long story! Look, point of the story is that we don’t have much time.” Twilight said in a low, harsh whisper, her tone changing entirely.

“We?” Zecora asked simply. She could sense the aura of urgency around Twilight.

“... Just me, I guess. They don’t care about Rainbow Dash; to them, she’s almost a nobody.” Twilight stated.

“Whoa, hold up--”

“I’m speaking facts, right now, Rainbow Dash. They don’t acknowledge how dangerous you really are, yet. They think your successful bouts of aggression is due to me knowing how the DL operates, but how much have I really guided you?” Twilight asked. Rainbow Dash silently nodded..

“Exactly. So don’t take it offensively, but you are not in their priority: I, am.” Twilight stated.

“Alright, so what’re you driving for here?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Death Lotus traitors are never in prison for long. They’re going to come back for me, and soon. I’d say I have 120 hours, maximum. I don’t have the time and luxury that you think I do.” Twilight stated. Zecora crossed her arms, seemingly in thought.

Rainbow Dash put her hands on her hips, only listening. It was apparent to her now, that she had much to learn, and that things certainly did not center around her.

Twilight was in trouble, because of her ideas. Her passion and fury. The least she could do was try to assess the situation and aid someone who risked her life for her own.

“I won’t let them touch you, Twilight.” Rainbow Dash stated quietly, with an air of solemnity, as she gently, yet assertively grabbed hold of Twilight’s forearm suddenly.

Twilight looked at her, silent for a few seconds. Then, she smiled.

“Reassuring, Rainbow Dash. You make me feel safer already.” Twilight said with a bright smile, interlocking their arms playfully.

“So then, what exactly do you have in mind? What plan can you make with such little time?” Zecora asked, almost rhetorically.

“We are currently in the Orange Penitentiary. Breaking out is a hard task, as there’s usually convoys and regular patrols within a 100 mile radius of the area. We are in the most remote, most isolated part of town. Any type of civilian communication within that 100 mile radius is likely to be far from private, and is most certainly going to be flagged for monitoring. We’re backed up in the most reinforced corner I could possibly imagine. Yet…” Twilight hummed, brining her fingers to cup her chin in thought. She stared into the brightly-lit ceiling, as if looking into the sky.

“Yet?” Zecora asked.

Twilight shook her head. “Before I go any further, finish your tour of the penitentiary. Something here…” Twilight began, as she looked over her shoulder to Rainbow Dash, who seemed to be intently listening to the both of them.

“... Just isn’t right.” Twilight deduced, Rainbow Dash being burned into her mind.

Zecora studied Twilight: it wasn’t the first time she seemed to pay so much attention to Rainbow Dash. And for two that seemed so close, she noted that Twilight still spoke extremely vaguely, despite feeling that she knew more than she let on.

Zecora’s eyes narrowed, to an unnoticeable extent, as she looked at Twilight. Perhaps, she was being vague because there was something that she wanted to keep between the two.

Still, if that were the case, the two would’ve excused themselves — no, she was hiding something from the both of them, she thought.

“Curious…” Zecora hummed with her inner-voice.

“Very, curious…”

Nevertheless, Zecora shrugged, and continued on with her tour. She would be sure to keep an eye on that lavender girl.

“Here.” Pinkie Pie pointed to the curb, where she wanted the driver to pull up to.

As the driver pulled up, Pinkie hopped out of the van with liveliness. She stomped over to the other black van, which had its engine off.

She opened up the back, and saw Applejack and Braeburn lying, asleep.

“They slept well, it seems.” Pinkie Pie said jokingly to the driver.

“A drive around the block does it every time.” Ray joked back.

“Well, wait here.” Pinkie Pie said. She rummaged Applejack’s pants for her house keys.

After she found them, she ascended the small staircase, and entered the house.

“You home, sugarcube?” Pinkie Pie heard an old, yet strong voice call out.

“Not quite. She’s having a nap in the ride, I’m just here to grab some water and wake her up.” Pinkie Pie called, as she walked into the kitchen.

Granny Smith arrived at the entrance to the kitchen, her arms folded.

“Oh? And why’s she asleep?” Granny Smith asked, with narrowed eyes.

“Did you know your little girl is a druggy?” Pinkie Pie asked, as she filled a large bowl with icy-cold water.

“Oh please, marijuana isn’t a drug. The Apple family’s used it f-”

“That’s what marijuana does to you? For fuck’s sake, you keep her, and everyone else off that shit, for the love of the Sun!” Pinkie Pie said, as she angrily walked past Granny Smith.

“Now listen here, lassy. Calm down and explain to me what happened.” Granny Smith said, her own voice rising a bit. She was still not used to Pinkie’s agitated mood.

“That fuckin smoker nearly cost us the drill! ‘Ol druggy couldn’t even keep herself on her feet. Marijuana’s harmless, my ass.” Pinkie Pie grumbled, as she shoved the door, and walked down the steps, bits of the water splashing.

Granny Smith watched her, thinking. As far as she knew, the worst marijuana could do was throw make you tired, and slow your reaction time; in extreme amounts, perhaps kill your sense of direction with some disorientation, but never to an extent that Pinkie had explained. Especially when Granny Smith considered how much Applejack smoked, and therefore, how high her resistance would be: there’d never be enough time during a drill to smoke enough to fuck her up that bad.

“So then, what did she smoke?” Granny Smith asked herself.

Pinkie Pie slid the back of the jeep open once more, and smiled with satisfaction at what she was about to do.

*Splash!*

However, the result was much less satisfying. Instead of being jolted awake, the two drugged bodies simply slowly rose.

“Oh god, my head… Pinks, what’s the dea-”

With that, Applejack stopped. Images played over in her head, and her heart-rate and adrenaline accelerated in quantity significantly in a matter of seconds.

Realizing, however, that she was surely out long enough for the drill to have concluded, she could do nothing but stare into Pinkie’s angry, icy-blue eyes, with her own sorry, green ones.

“So, who’s going to speak first?” Pinkie Pie asked, her arms crossed, and her face similar to that of a disappointed parent.

“Preferably none of us… Ugh, I think there’s still a bit of residual high left…” Braeburn stated with red, groggy eyes.

Truthfully, they were still under the influence, but to a lesser extent.

“Braeburn, shut up.” Pinkie Pie spoke like a scolding parent.

“This isn’t about you. This is about the woman who should’ve been there to lead the drill, but was too busy smoking a fuckin doink.” Pinkie Pie said angrily, her eyes not even shifting to Braeburn’s position.

The enraged aura surrounding Pinkie Pie made Braeburn shrink, and suddenly, even though drenched in cold water, his body felt hot. He was both afraid, and embarrassed.

Applejack was frozen. She couldn’t find any words to defend herself, because she knew there was nothing to defend.

“I fucked up.” Applejack sighed.

“Yes, you did. What now?” Pinkie Pie asked, her arms folded.

“I apologize, and we get back to it. We have to save Rainbow Dash, remember?” Applejack said, hoping that her haste to save Rainbow Dash would mostly absolve her of her mistakes.

Pinkie Pie seemed to soften a bit, hearing the Rainbow Dash bit, but she couldn’t accept that she nearly lost something to drugs, again.

“Why do you smoke, Applejack?” Pinkie Pie asked.

Applejack face-palmed.

“Oh lord, no, not this talk.” Applejack groaned.

“I’m serious.” Pinkie Pie said dryly.

“Because I like it. Because it makes me calm. Because the feeling is nice, and finally, because it can make sex really enjoyable. That’s pretty much all the reasons I can think off the top of my head.” Applejack shrugged.

“Really? Keeping up that hobby, is it the best decision to be making for someone so important? You have a gang to lead.” Pinkie Pie asked.

“Listen, Pinkie… What I had was not what I usually have. That, was synthetic, or artificial; it wasn’t natural. It won’t happen again.” Applejack reassured.

“It wouldn’t happen again, if you’d just drop smoking.” Pinkie Pie stated, her eyes narrow.

“Just promise me. At least, until Dash is back!” Pinkie Pie said, losing some of the authoritative tone, and now more of a pleading one. She didn’t want to risk another mistake like that.

“Look, Pinks, I can cut you a deal here.” Applejack began.

“I’m listening.” Pinkie Pie said.

“We did our drill for the day: after we count up the drugs and their approximate price, come and share a few spliffs with Brae and I.” Applejack started.

“If you think it’s really that bad after that, then I’ll stop. However, I won’t stop unless you do that, first.” Applejack proposed.

Pinkie Pie hummed in thought. Then, she nodded, extending a hand for Applejack to shake.

“We better get to counting then.” Pinkie Pie suggested, eyeing the four relatively large vans they’d have to unload and calculate the worth of.

“Agreed. Keep things interesting and tell me how the drill went, will’ya?” Applejack asked. Pinkie Pie nodded with a smile, their friendliness returning.

Braeburn sighed in relief: he could finish sobering up, listen to Pinkie’s story, and have a pleasant high after it was all done.

“Today’s been a good day, after all.” Braeburn thought, as he followed the two girls to work.

“And this, is the final place accessible to us inmates; now Mac will be pleased that you girls are up to date.” Zecora said, showing off the courtyard.

It was a large, open playground-like area, except, instead of creatively colored playsets, they were dull metal monkey-bars and gym equipment of all sorts.

“At least the Lotus provided us with some basic entertainment.” Rainbow Dash nodded approvingly.

Twilight, throughout the entirety of the tour, seemed to be deep in thought, pushing her synapses to connect dots and formulate a plan, but looked to be failing, as her face was still scrunched in thought.

“So, Twi, what’s bugging ya?” Rainbow Dash finally asked.

“Zecora… Where do they hold high-priority criminals? The ones they torture in solitary confinement?” Twilight inquired.

Zecora looked up at Twilight with wide eyes. Twilight looked back at her, confused by her startled behavior.

“You are-!”

*clang!*

The swinging of the playground’s metal door interrupted Zecora, as the three swung their heads to the entrance.

“Yo!” Big Mac waved, walking into the playground. It was relatively empty, most of the inmates seemed to be elsewhere for the moment.

Zecora waved back, averting her gaze from Twilight. Twilight swallowed, but found that her saliva felt dry, a pit growing in her stomach.

“You show these two pussies ‘round yet?” Big Mac asked.

“They saw just about everything. Now it’s up to you for the training.” Zecora reported.

“Is that so?” Big Mac replied, a small grin growing on his face.

Twilight interrupted, shaking her head and humming “Mm-mm”. All eyes fell on her.

“I do not have that kind of time. I need to be out of here in five days, tops.” Twilight said, holding out her palm and five fingers.

“You’ll be done in three. Then, we study your role for the fourth day, we break out on the fifth. Sound good?” Big Mac asked, kneeling to reach eye level with Twilight, only serving to reinstate the mass difference between him and most people.

Twilight hummed in thought for a moment.

“The quickest they can come for me is three days… It’s a risk, but my plan might not work, and these guys have been here to assess a plan longer than I have… That, and this facility doesn’t seem too familiar — I’ll have to take this risk and hope they take the full 120 hours!”

Zecora watched Twilight intently as she was deep in thought. What was there to analyze, she thought. What was the rush?

Analyzing the odds in her head once more, Twilight finally nodded, as Big Mac smiled, Zecora still eyeing Twilight.

“And you, with the rainbow hair?” Big Mac asked over Twilight’s shoulder to the quiet Rainbow Dash.

“Whatever gets me back to my grind. And training? I’ll take anything that makes me stronger!” Rainbow Dash said with sureness.

“I fucks with ya vibes.” Big Mac said giving her a small horns hand symbol and a smile.

Rainbow Dash simply held her fist out with an approving “Hmph,”.

“Right, then. Today’s the first day, and you’ll be learning some pretty basic armed vs disarmed combat. I’ll go roundup some guys, and we can get this rockin’.” Big Mac said, turning back to the entrance.

“With these injuries?” Twilight asked, more for Rainbow Dash than herself.

“Is there a problem?” Big Mac asked, looking back with shadowy eyes,

“Hell no, get those fools over here!” Rainbow Dash yelled to him with liveliness.

Twilight sighed, mentally face palming as Big Mac continued off back into the facility.

Zecora, with no words, simply left the two as well. Twilight couldn’t help but watch her tattered brown cloak as she shifted back into the dull light of the penitentiary… She felt an inevitable encounter.

“Yo, Brae, how much you got on the narcotics?” Applejack asked, ringing up the information on her own pile, the weapons.

“I’d say, ‘bout fifty three hundred, easy, based on the weight. It’s had time to settle and go through other changing processes as well, so should be accurate.” Braeburn reported.

“And Pinks, what you got on luxuries?” Applejack asked. Pinkie Pie struggled to determine prices, as it was her first time, and she had to refer to other information.

She looked over the luxury items one last time — tobacco products, cannabis products, liquor, and fine cloths and clothing — before giving her answer:

“I’d say about twenty six hundred.” Pinkie Pie answered with a slight bit more confidence than doubt.

“Alright, Pinkie’s $2600, plus Braeburn’s $5300, and add on my own $7200 for the weapons and munitions, and we got just about an easy fifteen grand right here!” Applejack said, in a slight cheer.

“$15K, that’s it?” Pinkie Pie asked, as she stood.

“That’s not gonna be enough for Rainbow Dash!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, sitting up.

Applejack only smiled, standing up, and placing her hand on Pinkie’s shoulder.

“You’d be surprised by what’s happening right behind your ear.” Applejack stated, removing a neatly rolled blunt from the recesses of Pinkie’s hair, behind her ear.
Pinkie Pie watched her, unamused.

“I’d say it’s time for a smoke break, wouldn’t you Brae?” Applejack asked. Braeburn nodded, smiling.

Pinkie Pie glared at Applejack with a grimace.

“Now, don’t give me that look, you promised to try! We’ll talk over how things really work around here over a few good blunts.” Applejack stated, with a smile, placing the first blunt between her teeth gently, giving a toothy smile.

“... Fine.” Pinkie Pie growled, as Applejack took another out of her sweater pocket to give to her. Pinkie Pie held it awkwardly.

“Brae, ‘nother should be on the table. Rolled it while y’all were catching up.” Applejack said.

“Lame, you didn’t do anything cool for mine.” Braeburn said, as he walked to the table and picked it up.

“Grow up ya fuckin kid.” Applejack joked, as the three walked out into the living room, taking seats on the couch, opposite the television.

“Okay Pinkie, kick your feet up. You know how many of us were on that drill?” Applejack asked, kicking her own feet up, as she grabbed a lighter out of her pocket, flicking it.

“Umm… I dunno, like seven or eight?” Pinkie Pie guessed.

“Good, good. You know how large this gang is?” Applejack asked, finally lighting her blunt, and taking a long pull, as she passed the lighter to Braeburn.

“Uhh…” Pinkie Pie hummed, searching for an exact answer.

“The point she’s making, Pinks--” Braeburn paused, blowing out a cloud of smoke, as he passed the lighter to Pinkie Pie, his blunt now lit.

Pinkie Pie held the blunt in one hand, on the middle, and the lighter awkwardly in the other.

“C’mere,” Applejack began, as she reached over and grabbed Pinkie Pie’s stiff forearms.

She placed the blunt between Pinkie’s lips, and fixed the lighter in her hand.

“Now strike it, and suck it down like it’s a straw, till your chest feels… right.” Applejack explained… uniquely.

“Mmm…” Pinkie hummed, flicking the lighter and holding it to the end of the blunt, as it slowly burned evenly.

“As expected of my handwork.” Applejack said, placing one hand on her hip, pleased.

Pinkie Pie pulled until she felt an intense, yet soothing burn on her chest, quickly pulling the blunt from her mouth with two fingers.

She immediately blew out the smoke, as Applejack gasped.

She knocked Pinkie Pie in the head gently.

“Gosh darn it, you’re not here to waste my goods!” Applejack scolded, as she pulled from hers once more.

“Watch me.” she said, as she sucked in, before pulling from it once more.

“Hold it in, and let it flow out, instead of pushing it.” Applejack said, as smoke filtered calmly from her mouth and nose. Her eyes started to taint slightly.

“Yep, that one was a hitter.” Applejack exhaled, as the smoke clouded out. She sat back in the couch.

Pinkie Pie pulled from the blunt, and felt the same feeling as before. She stopped, sucking air in, and pulled from the blunt once more. As the smoke filtered from her mouth and nostrils, she felt… a change in her perspective of reality.

“W-weird…” Pinkie Pie dragged on slowly, as she dropped back into the couch suddenly feeling heavy. She held the blunt, pausing movement briefly, before she sat up again.

“Th-this is weird…” Pinkie Pie stated again.

“Ain’t it?” Applejack said, smiling. Braeburn was quiet, enjoying his own in silence.

“But, that doesn’t excuse the matter at hand here. Why are you so calm and cocky about the fact that we only summed up $15K?” Pinkie Pie asked, as she pulled from the blunt again, the end lighting up.

“Even over a blunt, this lady’s all business. Okay, okay, I gotcha’...” Applejack said, forcing herself to sit up as well. Braeburn had never laid back, but was rather slumped forward over the centerpiece.

“So, the point is, we’re a large gang. You think we were the only ones running an operation? We’re just one branch of a whole tree, sister.” Applejack said with a huge, semi-goofy grin.

Pinkie Pie exhaled smoke, as she made an ‘o’ with her mouth.

“So we’ve got more coming in?? Like, how much more?” Pinkie Pie asked, her eyes shining with determination now.

Applejack shied away now, chuckling sheepishly.

“I don’t mean to disappoint you, but… maybe only like twenty to twenty-five times this, give or take?” Applejack said, holding her hands up defensively.

Pinkie placed the blunt back between her lips and dashed up to Applejack and grabbing both of her forearms excitedly.

“That’s great!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, pulling the blunt from her lips as she filtered out smoke.

“R-really? Oh goodness, phew…” Applejack breathed, sitting back.

“Just like two more of some coordinated drug busts and extortions, and we should have a good roughly $1 million budget to spend on all of our possible needs to bust Rainbow Dash out, and have a good standing to build the RainBooms with once she returns!” Applejack exclaimed, shooting her fist in the air.

“Hell yeah Applejack, you’re awesome!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, shooting her fist in the air with her.

Applejack smiled, and locked her elbow around Pinkie’s.

“Glad ya came around, sis. I wanted us on good terms. I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like I’m not tryna help ya.” Applejack said.

Pinkie Pie sighed, more smoke filtering out from her chest as she pulled the blunt from her lips.

“It’s fine, Applejack. I’m sorry, I’m just emotionally worked up with Dashie gone… I’m glad you didn’t give up on me.” Pinkie Pie sighed.

“Bah, get that damned sad look off your face and stay uppity! We ain’t get low Pinkie,” Applejack began, as she took a long, hard pull of her blunt, as smoke filtered out from her mouth and nostrils in great volume.

“We’s gettin’ high…” Applejack trailed, with a goofy smile and low, red eyes.

“Hehe… Guess you’re right.” Pinkie Pie giggled, following suit.

“Maybe this stuff isn’t too bad… Gotta try it with Dashie sometime!” Pinkie Pie thought to herself, feeling soothed, and as if her problems would resolve themselves.

However, even in this feeling of bliss, she knew that she had to do her part. And she would work her hardest to free her girlfriend. Three days, tops, and they’d be out for her.

“Applejack, Braeburn,” Pinkie Pie began, sitting up, as she pulled from the blunt once more.

Applejack and Braeburn looked up at her inquiringly.

“It’s grind time. Let's go visit that boy.” Pinkie Pie said, the blunt gently between her teeth as she punched both of her fists together, a shine of determination in her dull, slightly red eyes.

“Heh.” Applejack and Braeburn retorted, approving of the newfound positivity and companionship Pinkie Pie was displaying.

For sure, now, they would bleed the Pirus dry, and crush them once and for all, while freeing Rainbow Dash and establishing a new gang — a new era, for the entire city.

Author's Note

Man, kinda went crazy about the blunt and smoking part. Probably because I might have been puffing myself, but

Anywhosies, hope y'all enjoyed the chapter, and apologies for the long hiatus, had a huge moving process and just had other stuff going on IRL. Should be more frequent updates now.

As usual, just comment on any slang or dialect you may be unfamiliar with, and I'll do my best to explain it. Toodles ^-^