Pinkie spent several hours wandering and bouncing aimlessly around the city. Pinkamena allowed her counterpart to do so because while there was no guarantee that they would make it home to Equestria, it was still a good idea to scout out the area since there was a good chance she would need the information later. She also caused Pinkie to subconsciously avoid people in red, blue, or yellow shirts as she didn’t want that kind of trouble; at least not yet.

Pinkie was getting a number of stares from the city’s many residents. While Pinkie was oblivious to them, Pinkamena could only chuckle to herself as she saw a variety of reactions from the onlookers. Some had tried to call the police only to hang their phone up and slump over in depression after getting laughed at over the phone. Pinkie wanted to go cheer those people up when she picked up on their sadness, but they ran away screaming while trying to tell themselves that they were still sane. Other reactions included throwing bottles and cans of beer away as if they thought whatever was in the brew was making them hallucinate. Others still called their psychiatrist to schedule an immediate appointment or, in the absence of one, committed themselves to a mental hospital.

As fun as causing others to freak out was, Pinkamena needed to give her oblivious counterpart some guidance. Now was as good of a time as any to convince her other self that she was real.

With a sigh, Pinkamena broke her silence for the first time since arriving in this world.

“Hey. Pinkie.”

Pinkie looked around to find the source of the voice who called to her. “Who said that?” she asked quickly. She narrowed her eyes as she was getting tired of hearing disembodied voices.

“The voice in your head you idiot!”

The party mare giggled. “Silly, I have several voices in my head. There’s one for Rocky. There’s one for Madame le Flour. There’s one for-”

“I’m not some fake voice you made up with your weird imagination! I’m real!”

“Really?” Pinkie asked, narrowing her eyes and playfully lowering her voice. “Prove it.”

Just then a box-shaped vehicle drove up beside the mare. A pair of those strange creatures got out of it while carrying what looked like a plastic loop on a metal stick.

Sensing danger, Pinkie started to run away from her pursuers. Before she got far, Pinkie froze just before she felt her mind was being pulled away from her body. She could still feel her connection to her body but at the same time not fully in control of it. Her body’s mane and tail deflated and became straight, her coat dulled, and her eyes took on a deep blue color.

Pinkie watched out of a window in what looked like a two bedroom apartment with doors that only led to the bedrooms. There was no doorway out of the apartment and she noticed a door that looked chained up as if forbidding her from opening it.

The party pony continued to watch the scene unfold as her body turned around and got up on her hind legs before taking on a fighting pose. When the first catcher attempted to lower his tool around the mare’s neck, her body dodged forward and avoided capture by rolling past his left leg. Her dodge positioned her right behind the first catcher and used the opportunity to kick him in the back of his left knee with a hind leg which knocked him off balance. The impact was enough to cause him to fall backward.

The second catcher tried to take advantage of the fight to catch the mare only for her to place the first catcher in between herself and the second catcher while the first was still falling. The second catcher ended up placing his animal control pole around the neck of his partner. While the duo was busy disentangling themselves, the mare punched the second catcher in the chest with her left fore hoof. The impact combined with her earth pony strength ended up breaking a few of his ribs and cracking others. The man fell unconscious immediately after the force of the impact knocked him into a wall.

Seeing how she went a little overboard with the second catcher and she wasn’t actually trying to kill them, the mare waited for the first catcher to free himself from the control pole before the mare punched him out with a fore hoof to the face with some restraint.

Pinkie watched as her body walked away from the scene of the fight, leaving the people of the city to call the unfortunate city workers an ambulance.

“Why would you do that?!” Pinkie yelled. “Sure they were being mean but you didn’t have to beat them up like you did.”

“I didn’t have to not beat them up either but they decided to get in my way and they suffered the consequences of doing so. I don’t care if they were only doing their job. I am not going to be put in a cage like some animal. Never again!”

Pinkie tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “Again?”

The mare controlling the body shook her head. “Nevermind that. It’s not important.” She paused for a moment. “Name’s Pinkamena by the way.”

Pinkie became a little more cheerful at learning the other mare’s name, even if she didn’t ask, and was not the least bit curious that Pinkamena’s name was similar to her own. While excited at the prospect of making a new friend, she was still a little disturbed by the argument the other mare used because it sounded mean.

“Where am I?” Pinkie asked.

You’re in our mindscape. It’s where we go when we aren’t controlling this body. We share the body, by the way. We can exert a subtle degree of control over the body from here, but don’t interfere unless necessary. I’ve been using that ability to keep you away from those people in the yellow, blue, and red shirts because they are likely to freak out and try to kill us. While I could probably handle them, I don’t want to gather unwanted attention yet.”

“Oh, well thank you for protecting me,” Pinkie said. Pinkamena rolled her eyes in response.

Pinkamena spent the next hour wandering through the streets. A number of nearby people were terrified because of the mare’s actions against the city catchers which made Pinkie feel sad because she couldn’t cheer them up while not in control of her own body.

“So, where are we going?” Pinkie asked.

“Those guys from last night were inviting that other guy to some place called a church. I wanna go there and see what this whole gang stuff is all about. Since Equestria didn’t have a place like that, I have no idea what a church looks like so we’re gonna have to ask around.”

“Ooh! Ooh! Me! Me! Can I do it?”

Pinkamena shrugged. “Knock yourself out.” With that, the pony’s exterior changed back to her curly maned, light blue eyed, and bright colored self.

With the party pony back in control again, she looked around and saw some person cowering in an alley. She rushed up to the person and asked where the church was. The person jumped up and ran as fast as he could down the alley and away from the crazy pony. Pinkie wasn’t having that and chased the person before tackling him and pinning him to the ground when she appeared in front of the direction the guy was running. Pinkie asked again where the church was. The victim stammered all the way through his directions but Pinkie understood him well enough and jumped off the person before following his instructions. The comfort of darkness finally claimed the poor man as he passed out in the alley.

Pinkie eventually found the church. The architecture was different from the other buildings in the area. Even from the outside, the building looked run down. There was graffiti all over the building and there were towers around it with pointy tops like the ones at Canterlot Castle, except nowhere near as brightly colored.

A commotion was heard from the side of the building and Pinkie went to investigate. There she saw a large gathering of people wearing purple-themed clothing. Inspecting the crowd, Pinkie eventually saw Playa among them. She also saw Troy and even Julius who was addressing the crowd; talking about locking shit down and something called Rollerz, Carnales and Vice Kings and something about flags. Pinkie didn’t get any of that while Pinkamena could only guess that they were rival gangs or something and that the gang Julius was addressing were about to make their move against the other gangs.

One of the members, who wore a white t-shirt, a purple jacket, a pair of sunglasses, and his hair was black at the roots while white on top, and had a tattoo on the back of his neck, noticed Playa and asked Julius who he was.

“Troy and I found him. I was gonna see if he’d ride with us.”

The white haired guy’s only complaint was that he wasn’t canonized yet. Julius knew that he couldn’t give anyone special treatment so he let the guys around Playa get ready to canonize the new recruit.

“Ooh! Ooh! Can I get canonized too?” Pinkie said while bouncing and making herself known to everyone else. She paused in mid-air as she suddenly thought of something. “Uhh...what’s canonized?”

The entire courtyard was silent long enough for the silence to become awkward. Everyone stared at the pink pony for several minutes not only for being the most unusual thing they had ever seen but also the fact that she was breaking the laws of physics.

The white-haired man recovered first. “What the fuck is that thing?!” he said.

“Uhh...Troy and I also discovered that creature where we found the new guy. I think that’s a she but I’m not sure,” Julius responded.

Pinkie giggled at the comment. “Silly, I’m a pony.”

“Whatever, let the boys deal with it and let's get to this guy’s canonizing,” the white-haired man said.

Pinkie soon found herself surrounded by members of the crowd and they were itching for a brawl. The mare shrinked upon herself as she found herself in a tight situation again. When the fists started flying, Pinkie dodged each one with the help of her Pinkie Sense but dodging was not helping her situation.

Pinkamena had seen enough. “Pinkie, switch with me.”

“What?! No! I don’t wanna hurt them.”

“You can either switch with me or we will eventually wind up bloodied, beaten and broken and left in a dumpster somewhere to die.”

Pinkie couldn’t really see any other options since these guys looked like they were having their own kind of party and she was the pinata. “Just please don’t hurt them too badly.”

“I don’t intend to.”

“Pinkie Promise.”

Pinkamena groaned with an eye roll. “Alright, cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye. Now can you let me take over?”

“Okay!” Pinkie said cheerfully.

Once the shift occurred, the one-sided brawl began to shift in Pinkamena’s favor. One fighter overextended his punch and the mare grabbed his arm before throwing him on his back then punching him out. The others paused for a moment and looked at each other before they resumed their assault on the pink mare. One fighter charged at her only for her to duck low and sweep a hind leg under the attacker, causing him to trip and fall flat on his stomach before the mare jumped upward and did an elbow drop on his spine and knocked the wind out of him.

The next attacker also overextended their punch when the mare dodged except this time the mare grabbed his arm and used her earth pony strength to hurl him into a female attacker and a few behind her. It was at this point that the fighters began to believe that she was a pretty decent fighter and to stop underestimating her.

“That’s enough,” Julius called out.

The gang members stopped attacking, or getting their butts handed to them in Pinkamena’s case. Playa didn’t fare too well. Troy helped Playa up, saying that they all went through that. “Blood in, blood out,” the white-haired man said.

Julius turned to Pinkamena. “That’s some impressive shit you just showed us. I don’t care where you learned to fight like that, what matters is that if you want in the Third Street Saints, you’re in, uhh...what did you say your name was?”

“Pinkie or Pinkamena, depending on my mood. Right now, it’s Pinkamena.”

Julius raised an eyebrow, “Okay…? Anyway, welcome aboard, Pinkamena”

“Not to copy Julius, but that really was some impressive shit. The only other Saint who kicked ass like that was Johnny,” said a man with dark skin and wore a grey jacket over a purple shirt and wore a purple headband.

“Shit, took me half the time,” bragged the white-haired guy who Pinkamena guessed was Johnny.

Julius decided it was time to get down to business. “If we’re serious about takin’ back the Row, we gotta let those muthafuckas know what time it is. Now you break it down, and it’s all about respect. Get enough of it, they’re gonna back off, and we’re gonna move right on in. We got some friends in town that could use some help. Give ‘em a hand. ‘Course you can always drop any muthafucka flyin’ the wrong flag. So long as word gets out that the Saints is on the Row, I don’t give a damn how you do it. You feel me?”

Pinkie and Pinkamena were each excited in their own way that they could handle earning respect from the city however they pleased. Pinkie was looking forward to being helpful to the people of the city and Pinkamena could get the excitement she craved and wouldn’t get in trouble with the gang if she got too enthusiastic with her work.

Of all the Saints, Troy was the only one who had a really bad feeling about the days to come.

Author's Note

So now our favorite party planning and murdering pony has joined the 3rd Street Saints. Hope you enjoy the touch of pink pony for each of the missions, strongholds and activities. Some will be just silly and some will be bloody. Some still may have a bit of dark comedy to it.

Conversations in italics are mental conversations between Pinkie and Pinkamena.

I had to go over this chapter several times before I was satisfied with it. I even added the concept of the mindscape as a last minute addition to show where the inactive pony is when they aren't controlling their body.

One last thing, I added the Sex and Fetish tags because after thinking about it, this is Saints Row, the whole series is loaded with sexual situations and fetish fuel. Death tag is still up for debate though.