After the saints claimed Atlantic Avenue and everything that Anthony left behind in this world, Pinkamena decided to take some time away from the violence to watch her counterpart have some fun with cars.

The mare wandered into the suburbs west of Filmore and into Rollerz territory. There she found a man who was complaining that he couldn’t get a job as a truck driver when he was younger because the company wouldn’t hire kids from the ghetto. So he decided that he would start his own business and drive his competitors out of business by hijacking some of their shipments.

For some reason, instead of hijacking shipments, the man, Sam, wanted her to hijack cars. Neither Pinkie or Pinkamena were sure what stealing other people’s cars had to do with stealing from his competitors but as long as they were getting paid, it didn’t really matter.

Pinkie hijacked three of the Vice Kings’ cars by getting one of the Saints to ride along with her as she drove to the specified targets. Once she jumped on their cars, she frightened them into stopping their vehicles and started shooting at her which led to Pinkamena switching in and dropping them with her shiny SMG. Pinkie switched back in to deliver the cars.

The next four were easier to deal with even if they were more distant from Sam’s garage. All she had to do was jump on their cars and spook them out of their cars since an insane pony on the hood of their moving car was terrifying enough. Thankfully, Pinkie was using plungers to keep on the hood when the drivers hit the brakes.

The last vehicle was a little more tricky because like Samson, Sam wanted an FBI vehicle and there was no way the same trick was going to work twice on these federal agents. Instead, once she found her target, Pinkie drove up to the vehicle and splattered a cupcake on their front windshield which ended up with the agents using their windshield wipers and wiper fluid to clear off the mess though it did slow them down somewhat.

Pinkie pursed her lips before coming up with another idea. She had her accompanying crew member take the wheel and had them drive beside the vehicle and close to it. Pinkie knocked on the driver side door which ended up with the driver lowering his window to address the pony.

“Hi, I’m Pinkie Pie,” Pinkie said before holding up one of her party bombs. “And this is a party bomb.” She tossed the bomb into the vehicle which caused the agents to panic and hit the brakes hard before bailing from the vehicle and taking cover.

What the agents didn’t know was that the timer of the bomb wasn’t set and there wasn’t going to be an explosion. By the time they realized that, the vehicle was long gone and the two agents slumped over in defeat. “Two vehicles in one week...we are so fired,” one agent said.

“Maybe we can find some work in Steelport. I heard the Mayor was looking to beef up his police force,” the other agent suggested.

Meanwhile, Pinkie managed to get away with another FBI vehicle and gave it to Sam, completing his list. She was paid in cash and jewelry that neither part of her were interested in but figured Playa might want it since he seemed into it.

Pinkie and Playa were told to meet Johnny and Dex at a thrift store in Harrowgate. Once they got there, the duo noticed Johnny in an argument with Dex about their next plan for the Vice Kings.

“Dex, don’t worry, I have a plan,” Johnny said.

“Johnny, your idea of a plan is taking the biggest hammer you can find and smashing whatever’s in your way.”

“Well that sounds like a plan to me.”

“Yeah, a shitty one, as your whack ass robo-leg clearly proves.” Dex indicated Johnny’s leg brace.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Next time you try that cowboy shit, you might not walk away at all.”

“No, seriously, fuck you,” Johnny said, unable to hide his irritation with his fellow Saint.

Pinkamena sighed with an eye roll, “Why don’t you both shut the fuck up. Dex, you’re not gonna get through to Johnny by acting like his mommy. Johnny, while Dex has a point, this pointless argument is just going to waste time when we could be spending it planning our next move against the Vice Kings.”

“Fine,” Johnny conceded. “So what’s the plan?”

“Put these on.” Dex tossed Johnny and Playa each a yellow hoodie.

“I’m yellow enough as it is, Dex.”

“Hear me out, alright? King’s obviously got somethin’ goin’ on with the police, I’ll figure that shit out. In the meantime I want you two to go out and cause some havoc. If we can turn the public’s eye to the Kings then the police won’t have a choice but to come down on them. Unfortunately, you can’t join them, Pinkamena. Even if we paint you yellow, word already got out about a pony workin’ with the Saints. If they see you causin’ havoc with ‘em, King can easily explain away our attempts to frame him.”

Pinkamena grumbled because she knew that Dex had a point. She would need to find something else to do in the meantime.

“Actually, Julius did inform me of a matter that you could investigate while we wait for Johnny and Playa to finish having their fun. There’s a grocery store in Huntersfield, just west of Atlantic Avenue, that a lot of VK have been goin’ in and out of. Go check it out and, if you can, clear ‘em out.”

Pinkamena decided to do just that. Unlike the parking garage and the old police station, this mission was fairly straightforward without her needing to do anything extra.

However, Pinkie decided to try her hoof at clearing out the grocery store by throwing a surprise party inside the store. She did so by putting on a yellow ninja suit, which confused the lesser gang members. Since nobody told them anything they assumed she was a new member. Once she was in the store, Pinkie quickly set up decorations and music in the blink of an eye. Once the music started, the entire VK crew entered the store to investigate and found a party being thrown. Pinkie provided everyone with quality beer from the local Brown Baggers that got every defender in the store drunk.

Once the VK were drunk, Pinkie installed purple lights throughout the room and exited the store before turning them on. With their judgements impaired by alcohol, the VK believed that they were under attack by the Saints and started firing on each other. The roar of gunfire went on for a few minutes until the sounds of fighting finally died down. Pinkie carefully entered the store to see if there were any survivors. She took a count before the fighting started and she counted again to make sure the body count matched the previous count. It did.

With the store cleared, Pinkie called Dex to let him know her mission was accomplished. Dex replied that he would send a crew to secure the store and whatever the VK were keeping in there.

“I have to say, Pinkie, that may have been one of the best parties I have ever seen you throw, by my standards,” Pinkamena stated.

Pinkie sensed something in what her counterpart said, “What do you mean by that?”

“Exactly what I mean. In the past, your parties have always been meant for foals. It’s like the adults of Ponyville have forgotten what a real party was. In fact, if you threw more parties like the one you just threw, minus the killing of course, ponies like Berry Punch could make a killing off your parties from the booze sales.”

Pinkie grit her teeth until she finally snapped, “Mena, I throw my parties so I can see the smiles on everypony’s faces, not to provide a means of profit for other ponies. I did what I did back there because those meanies would have tried to kill us. Besides, alcohol only hides the sadness that they feel which makes it harder for me to know what makes them sad. I know you’re sad too. I can tell you hide your sadness behind the violence and murder. Why are you so sad, Mena?”

This time it was Pinkamena’s turn to grit her teeth. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she said using every ounce of willpower to not snap at the emotionally fragile party pony.

“But-” was all Pinkie managed to say before she felt Pinkamena’s ominous aura that expressed a sense of finality to let her know that the conversation was over.

Unfortunately, Pinkie finished the mission too quickly while Playa and Johnny were busy pissing off the police and blaming it all on the Vice Kings. With that in mind, Pinkie had to look around for something else to do.

The nearest contact for the Saints was located in a nightclub at Nob Hill which was in the center of the northern island. The nightclub, $tock$, was run by an elderly woman who introduced herself as Mary.

“I heard about the Saints recruiting a strange creature but are you sure you are capable of fulfilling my request?” Mary asked.

“I think so, what do you need help with?” Pinkie asked with uncertainty in her voice.

Mary hummed, “You don’t sound too sure, but I suppose there’s no harm in telling you. My ex husband didn’t want me to have the club, so naturally I took it. Now that we’re divorced Nathaniel thinks he can run off with my trollop of a sister. Sadly for my ex, that isn’t the case. Nathaniel owes me thousands of dollars in alimony, and I intend to collect. Until he pays me, I want you to go and destroy as many of his holdings as you can...the more you hurt him, the sooner he’ll pay.”

“A destructive rampage? This old lady really speaks to me,” Pinkamena said with a bit of cheer.

Once she left the nightclub, Pinkamena switched in and drove over to the first area where Mary’s ex held property. Once she was in a population-dense area, Pinkamena brought out an RPG Launcher and started firing at anything within her sight. People, cars, fencing, fire hydrants; anything within her sight was blown up by rockets. When she whipped her mane, grenades and molotov cocktails flew outward, creating a storm of fire and explosions around her.

Once she ran out of things to blow up, Pinkamena went to the next area to destroy more property. Each area she visited was greeted with a symphony of fire and explosions as the mare became an avatar of destruction.

At the same time, her actions were also cathartic as she felt her earlier frustrations melt away by the flames she created.

Soon, the police became involved and started arriving on the scene of the chaos. Pinkamena would not allow the cops to interrupt her fun so even they became a part of the madmare’s artwork of flames.

Once she had finally had her fill of destruction, Pinkamena headed back to the nightclub for her reward. On the way there, she decided to have a talk with Pinkie. She at least deserved to know why she was upset.

“Hey, Pinkie?”

“Yes, Mena?”

“I’m willing to tell you why I’m upset, but you’re not gonna like it.”

Pinkie paused for a few moments as she mentally prepared herself because she had a feeling that she knew what made her counterpart upset. “Okay, I’m all ears.”

Pinkamena took a deep breath and let it out before she was fully prepared to say it. “First of all, I am the original owner of this body. I grew up with our parents on the rock farm. I am the one with all of the foalhood memories because I am the one who experienced them.

“You are a creation of harmony magic that came about as a result of the wave of rainbow-colored energy from ten years ago.”

“You mean Dashie’s Sonic Rainboom?” Pinkie asked.

“Yes, now please don’t interrupt. When the event occurred, I ended up chained to the back of my own mind while you were the one who took over my life while I was forced to watch. Heh, guess harmony itself hated my own chaotic nature.”

“So why are you so chaotic?’

Pinkamena shrugged, “Blame my upbringing I guess. Believe it or not Pinkie, Our parents actually spoiled you compared to me. They probably saw you as their chance to make up for the mistakes they made while raising me.

“I’m sure you wanna know how our parents raised me.” Pinkie nodded. “Well, our parents were very strict with me because they intended for me to inherit the rock farm. They were harder on me than my sisters because they needed someone to run the farm when they were gone. They tried with Maud once but she was determined in her scholarly pursuits. She smashed half the house when our parents tried to take her books away.”

Pinkie giggled, “Yeah, Maud told me about that. She would let nothing and nopony get in the way of her studies.”

“Limestone, at one time, had her own hopes and dreams that she wanted to pursue. She wanted to open her own fruit juice business. She probably would have if I had actually chosen to inherit the farm. She still holds a grudge against me because she blames me for her inability to pursue her desires.”

“Finally, Marble was outright rejected because our parents couldn’t get her to stop behaving like that shy friend of yours. She never did tell us how she got like that.

“In my refusal to acquiesce to our parents’ wishes, I began rebelling against them. I was travelling long distances from home to attend nightclubs, drink hard cider while I was underage, or get caught up in the occasional bar fights. I wanted my parents to know that I wasn’t gonna be their good little obedient filly.

“Then one night, I was at another nightclub having cider while bribing the barkeep to look the other way. Some drunken stallion wanted to have his way with me. I refused at first but then he started getting pushy to the point where my frustrations over our parents boiled over and I made a makeshift shiv from a broken bottle. That stallion was the first living thing I murdered. When his buddies were particularly vengeful, they suffered the same fate. After paying for the drink, I left on the first train out of town before I eventually made it back home.

“Then the next day, the Sonic Rainboom occurred and I was imprisoned without any way to contact the world outside my own mind. I was forced to watch ten years go by through your eyes as you got to have the life I always wanted: one free of the expectations of our parents, free to choose your own destiny...a choice I was never given.

“What it all comes down to, Pinkie Pie, is that I envy you. I envy your freedom, I envy that you have friends, I envy that you have an entire town who cares about you. My sisters go out of their way to protect you when they are able. I never even got my cutie mark and you got yours the first few minutes after you were born just by throwing our parents a party.”

“Mena...” Pinkie said, taken aback.

Pinkamena wiped away the tears that were forming and quickly changed the subject, “Enough. We’re here. Let’s collect our reward and get back to Johnny and Dex.”

At the nightclub, Mary had just received her alimony and was pleased. As a reward, Mary provided the Saints with a steady supply of hand grenades.

Pinkamena returned to Harrowgate and was led to the meeting by Playa. Dex unfolded a map of the northern half of Stillwater with a series of yellow circles at several locations.

“Okay, it looks like the cops have been getting in on some of King’s protection rackets, that’s why they’ve been goin’ so easy on the VKs. We gotta go public with this shit.’”

“That won’t do any good, Dex,” Pinkamena pointed out. “Even if we told the public, do you honestly expect them to believe some street gang while the Mayor still trusts King?”

“Okay, so what do you have in mind?” Dex asked.

“How about something subtle,” Johnny said, carrying a military grade crate and dropping it on Dex’s map.

Dex opened the crate to reveal a number of RPG launchers. Dex was taken aback by what Johnny was suggesting. “Johnny, you can’t be serious.”

When Pinkamena saw the weapons, she smiled wider than what should have been natural. “This’ll work. We can head to the places where the VKs and the cops are making their deals and disrupt them in a way that will draw the attention of everyone in the area. When people notice VK and police getting blown up together, people are gonna wonder why they were together in the first place and it’ll force Monroe to crack down on the VK just to save face.”

“Well, that’s one way of getting the word out.” Dex said.

“That’s what I was thinkin’ too, though with fewer words,” Johnny said. “I’ll drive to where the cops are picking up protection money. Playa and Pinks can do what they do best once we’re there.” Johnny got into the driver’s seat of the Cavallaro they were borrowing for the mission. Playa took shotgun while Pinkamena had the entire backseat to herself.

On the way, Johnny decided to have some guy talk with Playa about how Aisha complained that he doesn’t do anything nice for her. As she heard more about the singer, Pinkie got the feeling that Aisha had a few things in common with Rarity, at least in the sense that both love the expensive VIP treatment, especially with how Rarity continued to fawn over Prince Blueblood even though they had never met.

Johnny was quickly driving up to the first meeting and his lack of attention to the brake meant that he was going to charge into the meeting. Acting quickly, Pinkamena fired a rocket into the area, sending VK and cops flying and blowing up the VK car. Once Johnny was in the middle of the area and started driving away, Playa fired a rocket at the police car to eliminate a pursuer.

The next meeting area was at a gas station. When her Pinkie sense warned her of a large explosion, she told Johnny to go around so they wouldn’t get the car fucked up. She started by firing her SMG at one of the gas pumps to cause gasoline to spray from it and Playa followed up with a grenade that exploded in the growing fuel puddle, causing a chain of explosions that obliterated the gas station and everyone there.

The third meeting spot was simply blown up by a synchronized pair of RPGs that took out both cars and everyone nearby.

The last two meeting spots were dealt with in a more interesting manner. As Johnny drove by the areas, the VK and cops each had a cupcake stuffed in their mouths before their heads exploded.

Once the meeting areas were dealt with, Johnny drove a moderate distance to the nearest Forgive and Forget. On the way, Pinkamena pulled out her party cannon and blew up any pursuers. Johnny had no problem getting to the Forgive and Forget.

Once the VK and police left them alone, there was one last thing to do before calling it a day. Johnny drove up to the construction site that was once Kingdom Come Records before a car bomb blew it up and once more by Pinkamena later. Everyone left the car and Johnny opened the trunk to reveal that it was filled with explosives.

Johnny, Playa and Pinkamena walked away from the car before Johnny pushed the button on the detonator which caused a huge explosion that demolished the site...again.

During the commotion, the Saints had gained control of Humbolt Park in the Museum District which was east of Nob Hill. This left the Vice Kings with only four neighborhoods under their control before the gang was wiped out.

However, Pinkie had a strange feeling that the circumstances of their war against the Vice Kings was going to change soon.

Author's Note

So we get some insight on Pinkamena in this chapter while showing how much more we have left of the VK arc.

For those who might ask about Rarity not meeting Blueblood, remember the first chapter started off as a retelling of MLP S1E25 "Party of One" so the episode where Rarity actually met Blueblood hadn't occurred yet.