Refreshed after their day off, Pinkie and Playa returned to the church to discuss their final plans against the Vice Kings. Once they made it to Julius’ office, Julius, Ben, Johnny, Playa and Pinkie each found a seat by the long rectangular table and began their meeting.

“Lookin’ good, Ben,” Julius said.

“Been a long time, Jules,” Ben responded.

“Sorry about Anthony.”

“Yeah, only one who saw him get killed was Tanya and she flips her shit whenever I ask her what happened. Keeps muttering something about a pink nightmare.” Ben looks at Pinkie, “I take it you had something to do with that?”

“Well yes and no, Mena is usually the one who handles the gruesome stuff. You don’t even want to know what happened to Warren after you left the scene.”

“Mena?”

Suddenly, Pinkie’s mane delated into it’s straightened version and following the usual minor alterations, the mare’s demeanor changed. “That would be me, and the name’s Pinkamena.”

“Multiple personalities? You sure picked up a strange one, Jules.”

“Believe me, she still weirds me out,” Julius said, earning a giggle from Pinkamena.

“I don’t mind,” Johnny said. “She’s got this whole Jekyll and Hyde thing goin’ on and I think it makes her twice as fun.” He looks at Pinkamena, “You gotta tell me what you did to Anthony and Warren later in private and don’t leave out the gory details.” Pinkamena looked away to hide her blush. Once the matter of Pinkamena was concluded, the meeting continued. “So what’s the plan?”

“We kill Tanya and I get back to business,” Ben said.

Julius quickly shot down that suggestion, “You’re alive, we straight. But the Vice Kings? They’re through.”

“Then kill me, quit wastin’ my god damn time.”

“You got a choice. You can keep your fuckin’ pride and die right now, or you can be a man and walk away.”

Ben was taken aback by Julius’ boldness. “I ain’t walkin’ away until I deal with Tanya.”

“That’s something we can agree on,” Pinkamena said. “I’ve been playing Predator and Prey with her long enough and it's about time I finished our little game.”

Ben chuckled, “You are the scariest person I’ve ever met.”

Everyone agreed to Ben’s terms and began coming up with a plan to put an end to the VK. Ben knew where the largest groups were at and all they had to do was lead them to an ambush point set up by the cops.

With the plan decided, Julius assigned tasks. “Alright Playa, you’re gonna be Mr. King’s wheelman. Pinkamena, I have a different matter that needs your attention. Some of the Vice Kings have been hiding out near the waterfront in Rebadeaux. Go in there and send those mother fuckers a message.”

With that, the meeting was concluded. Playa and King took Playa’s car to the northern island to flush out the VK while Pinkamena hijacked her own ride and drove to Rebadeaux.

Driving around the small neighborhood, Pinkamena found the building that was occupied by a small number of Vice Kings. The majority of which were having a rooftop party that the madmare really wanted to crash.

For the VK inside the building, Pinkamena chose her shotgun to get to the rooftop the fastest while she pulled out her platinum SMG to take out the rooftop party members one by one.

Once the last party guest had been ejected from the party of life, Pinkamena helped herself to the RPGs and sniper rifle.

Once she was finished, she noticed a number of VK cars driving down the street in a patrolling pattern. While she wanted to deal with them, Pinkie volunteered to deal with them instead. Pinkamena shrugged and let her counterpart have her way.

Pinkie brought out her party cannon and made use of typical game mechanics to predict where the patrol cars were going to be and fired at those locations with precise timing. No shot was wasted as each car was hit by the razor sharp confetti and explosive frosting of Pinkie’s party cannon.

Once there were no more targets to blow up, Pinkie called Julius to let him know that she had accomplished her mission.

It wasn’t long until the Saints claimed that last of the VK-owned neighborhoods that were south of the northern island.

Pinkie returned to the church to wait for Playa and Ben.

Playa and Ben returned an hour later from their trip downtown dealing with the VK safehouses. It was another hour before Johnny called Playa and Pinkie in for the next meeting.

“I’ve been chattin’ with King, and it looks like Tanya’s takeover didn’t sit well with everybody. The Vice Kings are fighting amongst themselves; now’s the time to take ‘em out for good. King said he was gonna come along, I hope he hasn’t gone soft.”

Ben walked into the office with a shotgun in his hand. “Don’t you worry ‘bout me, baby-boy, cause I’m gonna handle mine.”

“Doesn’t matter to me, as long as I get to deliver her her last present, I’ll drop whoever gets in my way,” Pinkamena chimed in.

Johnny chuckled, “Hear that King? You better not bitch out or you might end up bein’ another mark on her growing body count.”

“I said I can handle it. Now put your dick away, pick up your gun and try to keep your knee away from the bullets.” Ben said without hiding his irritation.

Johnny picked up his assault rifle, “You heard the cocky sonofabitch, let’s roll.”

On the way to Ben’s truck, Johnny had Pinkamena ride in the bed of the truck because she will have an easier time handling pursuers. Playa, Ben and Johnny rode in the truck.

On the way downtown, Ben mentioned that there was an elevator to his penthouse that had a code which Tanya had likely changed. The only person who might know the code would be her fashion consultant, Stefan.

Pinkie had a thought about Stefan and wondered if the person was anything like Rarity in terms of vanity. She opened the back window to the truck to consult the others, “Hey guys, can I have a crack at the interrogations? I think I know how to get him to talk.”

“Alright then, I was just gonna hang him from the side of the truck until he talked anyway,” Ben said.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at the boutique, “Impressions”. Johnny and Pinkamena walked into the store and saw the man in question standing beside the counter. “Who do you think you are, barging into Stefan’s boutique, go away,” he said in an annoyingly pompous tone.

“You must be Stefan…” Johnny said.

“Are you blind? Of course I am Stefan, now go, and take your filthy animal with you.”

“Oh, I’m hopin’ you won’t come quietly…” Johnny shoved Stefan out of the boutique and into the bed of Ben’s truck. Pinkamena jumped in with him. Johnny got back into the truck and they were off again.

Pinkamena stared at the fashion consultant with a wicked gleam in her eye that displayed a sadistic glee and a promise of untold agony for a prior insult. “You are going to be my ‘special friend’ until I say I’m done with you.”

“W-w-what are you going to do to Stefan you peasant beast?”

“Firstly, I want that elevator code to the penthouse that Tanya Winters now resides in.”

“Tanya tells me nothing, I just love her shoes…”

Pinkamena pulled out two photos and looked at them for a moment. “You know, lately I’ve been getting into artwork. Here are some samples of my work.” She showed the photos of Anthony’s and Warren’s corpses and the grotesque states they were left in. “The first one is called ‘Sex Change’ and the second is called ‘You’re Next’. Maybe you would like to take part in my next art project; I’ll call it ‘Novice Plastic Surgeon’.” She pulls out her kitchen knife that she forgot to wipe the blood off of the other day.

Stefan was no idiot, he knew what the pony was implying and no amount of desecration to his face could justify keeping someone’s secret. “NOOOOOOOOOO! Please do not make Stefan look like a commoner and definitely not with that evil commoner item!”

Pinkamena put a hoof to her chin and thought out loud, “Hmm...maybe I can go with the pirate look. I could glue him into a cheap pirate costume after rolling it around in the mud. For him to rock the eyepatch though, I’ll have to remove one of his eyes. What to do, what to do…”

Stefan shrieked in terror and looked ready to say anything to save his life and his looks. “OKOKOKOK! The code is 3131, please don’t ruin Stefan’s looks!”

Pinkamena continued tapping her chin before looking at Stefan again. “Now I want an apology for that ‘filthy animal’ insult.” She raised her knife over him.

Stefan screamed in the least manly way possible. “IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYPLEASEDONTHURTME!” With that, Stefan curled up into a ball and sobbed until he passed out.

Pinkamena laughed uncontrollably for a whole minute before relaying the code to the others. The rest of the way involved a little RPG meeting with police cars.

“So what’s the plan?” Johnny asked.

“We fight to the elevator.” Ben said.

“Then what?”

“Then we kill Tanya.”

“My kinda plan.”

The lobby was filled with Vice Kings armed to the teeth which made the battle to get to Tanya more interesting. Pinkamena whipped her mane in one direction and launched a number of pinless grenades which caused the VK in the area to duck for cover while Playa, Johnny and Ben took advantage of the confusion. Another part of the lobby was assaulted by a few RPGs which set a few VK on fire.

The upstairs part of the lobby did not fare any better because Pinkamena had a few molotov cocktails ready for them while the others got up close and personal with shotguns.

Once the lobby was cleared, everyone entered the elevator. “Where to?” Johnny asked.

“The penthouse.”

During the boring ride in the elevator, Johnny decided to break the silence, “I’m gonna skull fuck that bitch.”

A few seconds later came the one thing nobody was expecting, “Hope you don’t mind hepatitis,” Playa said. That got a surprised look from Johnny and Pinkamena.

“Ha! So you do have a voice after all,” Pinkamena commented.

Another moment of silence later, Johnny asked a question, “So how did you get Stefan to talk?”

“The guy’s a pussy. All I had to do was threaten to mar his looks and he squealed like the piglet he was.”

The elevator door soon opened and the group engaged the last of Tanya’s defenders who were wearing some armor but it proved useless. Once Pinkamena knew that her goal was so close, she went on a rampage with her knife and started moving at blinding speeds, dismembering VK thugs and laughing maniacally while doing it. Looking at the mare in action made Johnny suddenly feel like his pants were a little tight. Johnny ignored the feeling and followed the pony to Tanya’s office.

Playa, Johnny and Ben caught up with Pinkamena as she bucked the door open. “Oh Tanya…” she said with a creepy singsong voice

The others entered the office to see Tanya pointing an assault rifle at Pinkamena with a look of absolute terror in her face. “Get back! S-s-stay back, you demon!” Tanya cried.

Without waiting for Tanya’s next move, Playa, Ben and Johnny opened fire on the prostitute, a few bullets hitting her while the rest shattered the glass behind her. Tanya desperately grabbed onto the window as she fell. “P-p-please don’t-” she cried.

“Oh, Tanya, do yourself a favor and die with some dignity,” Ben muttered with disappointment.

Before Ben could step on Tanya’s fingers, ensuring her death plunge, Pinkamena stopped him with her hoof, “Wait a minute, before you do that, I have to give her her final gift.” She reached into her mane and pulled out a cupcake that seemed normal but it had the words “Happy Death Day!” on it. She shoved the cupcake into her mouth before motioning for Ben to continue.

Tanya’s fingers lasted mere seconds against Ben’s shoe before she let go and plummeted to her death and landed on Ben’s truck, totaling it.

“That sucks for your car,” Johnny said. “We better get outta here. The cops will be here soon.” Ben followed the group out of the building before Johnny continued, ”Hey, I know what you told Julius an’ all, but why don’t you stick around and roll with us, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind havin’ you around.” Ben declined the offer. Johnny turned to Playa, “You think you can find a way back to the Row on your own? I gotta find Aisha, got a real hard on back there and I need her to take care of it.”

Ben gave Play the keys to the rest of his property in Stilwater as well as any VK cars he bought and the penthouse they just trashed.

With that, the days of the Vice Kings had come to an end. Those who remained dropped their flags or changed them. Whatever the case there were two more gangs to deal with and a lot more blood for the madmare to shed.

Author's Note

We have finally come to the end to the Vice Kings arc of SR1. Mena ended up triggering Johnny Gat's fetish and Benjamin King will be skipping town to write his autobiography. Will we see him again? I think every SR fan already knows that answer.

After a game of chance with myself, I have decided which gang will be targeted next. More antics of Pinkamena and the Saints to come.