Johnny, Playa and Pinkamena explore their new hideout that had recently been purged of its previous residents. The place was quite run down and a lot of rooms were burnt or rotted from decades of disrepair. Each Saint took claim of their own rooms for themselves as their offices.

Pinkie decorated her room using a special cannonball she invented that turned a room into the exact likeness of her old room back in Equestria. She then proceeded to dig an underground room using her mane like a drill bit and decorated that room to look like her old party planning cave.

Once Pinkie was finished with her decorations, Pinkamena added some of her own. Just like she requested earlier, she placed a mini bar in her room. The cabinet contained a wide variety of liquor, wine, and beer. She also created several compartments in her room that concealed a number of her favorite guns. While her knife was her favorite weapon, she would never part with it. She would concern herself with the other requests later.

After they were finished checking out the place, Johnny, Playa and Pinkamena gathered in the lobby of the hideout again to discuss their next move. The meeting was short as they each decided their tasks. Johnny would start recruiting members for the Saints while Playa would boost his reputation through various actions in town such as painting over the tags of the other gangs and practice doing stunt driving by performing various stunts throughout the city.

Pinkamena had her own task to complete. She knew that a lot of homeless escaped the mission and may try to make a move to take back their old home. Pinkamena pulled out her phone and performed a search for underground places in Stilwater since the homeless would be oppressed by the city if they were above ground. Only three locations were found to match the criteria, four if you counted the mission they cleared out: The Rounds Square Shopping Center, Ultor’s top secret Pyramid facility and the caverns underneath where the new Black Bottom was located.

The shopping center was no place for bums to hang out because it was still a source of commerce for the city. There was no information at all about The Pyramid and Pinkamena doubted that Ultor would let bums roam around their property. This left the caverns as the obvious option.

Each Saint left the mission to do their own task with Pinkamena heading to the caverns underneath Black Bottom to finish what she started.

The entrance to the caverns required her to go through the gift shop that was likely related to the caverns since the place had turned into a tourist trap over the past five years.

When inside the gift shop, those who saw her enter gave a variety of expressions ranging from curiosity, likely tourists who never heard of her, to terror from the actual citizens who were well aware of the rumored Butcher of Stilwater.

On her way into the caverns, she heard some gossip from some of the patrons who weren’t paying attention to what was going on around them. What Pinkamena learned was that there was a strange looking bird that was flying around the city. What was strange was that the bird had four legs and resembled something from myths.

Pinkamena decided to look into it later as she had a job to do. If she didn’t show the homeless who she was, they would be a headache for the Saints to deal with later on.

The mare found the homeless shantytown and the displaced citizens looking to defend it. The defenders were armed with basic pistols while Pinkamena had more options to choose from this time.

The madmare charged up to the defenders and dismembered their limbs from their bodies while using the torsos as living throwing weapons to smash the shanties.

Memories resurfaced in the minds of the homeless as they realized that The Butcher had come for them. Those who valued their lives fled the caverns to find safety.

Pinkamena was disappointed that her prey was frightened so easily this time but she had a job to finish. She pulled out a flamethrower and started setting the shantytown ablaze. Once she had finished that, she pursued the remaining stragglers to make sure that her message stuck with them. She had better things to do than to terrify a bunch of poorly armed bums, after all.

Just to mess with the tourists, Pinkamena returned to the gift shop while covered in the blood of the bums she just slaughtered. As expected, the tourists noticed her blood-stained appearance and fled the gift shop. The madmare couldn’t help but roll on her back and laugh uncontrollably while flailing her legs in the air.

With nothing else to do, Pinkamena returned to the hideout to see how Johnny and Playa had been holding up on their end.

The first thing the mare noticed was that a number of new people were in the lobby getting their faces punched in by Johnny. Pinkamena quickly realized that he was canonizing the new recruits.

“Some traditions never get old,” Pinkamena commented.

Johnny finished punching one of the recruits and addressed the mare, “Always enjoyed giving new blood their canonizing.”

“This is all well and good but what about lieutenants? Might be tough leading this bunch with just you me and Playa.”

“I met some people in jail who might work. I called ‘em earlier and Playa went to go show ‘em he was the real deal...also mentioned some kid named Carlos. He should be comin’ back with ‘em soon.”

Johnny’s canonizing of the recruits continued for a little while longer which was sped up when Pinkamena joined the fray and started beating up some recruits. She held back a lot since she wasn’t trying to kill or severely injure them.

After the canonizing, the recruits were ordered to clean up the place and make it look presentable. Pinkamena threatened a slow and horrible death to those who went into her room without her permission.

Pinkamena’s phone rang to show that Playa was calling her. She answered her phone to see what the new leader of the Saints wanted.

“Yo, Pinkamena, come to Quinbecca in the suburbs. I was going there to recruit one of Johnny’s contacts, Shaundi, when I noticed she had a friend with her that looks like you?”

Pinkamena’s interest was piqued when he mentioned he found someone like her. “Was it another pony,” she thought to herself.

“Maybe it’s Twilight looking for us,” Pinkie offered.

“That would be good for you and bad for me,” Pinkamena responded.

“Why?”

“Because if it is her and she has a way to get us back home then she may also have a way of getting rid of me. If that creature that sent us here blabbed to your friends about me then they might-”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“Pinkie, you know what kind of pony I am by now. I doubt your friends will be as forgiving as you have. Chances are they’ll probably believe that I somehow brainwashed you or something. Ponykind is forgiving for a lot of things, but murderers who take pleasure in their kills would often get banished to Tartarus.”

“No! I- we’ll figure something out!”

“For now, let’s see who this mystery pony is before we decide on what to do next.”

The drive to Quinbecca was spent with Pinkie trying to come up with crazy plans for if her friends reject her sister. While this increasingly annoyed Pinkamena, she managed to suppress her temper for the entire trip.

Pinkamena finally found Playa and the new potential lieutenant, Shaundi, in the neighborhood but who was with them took the mare, both minds of her, by surprise.

“Is that-?” Pinkamena began.

“Treehugger?!” Pinkie finished.

“You mean that Fluttershy’s animal activist friend ended up here? Is that creature throwing ponies at random into this world now?”

“I don’t know, Mena, but we need to help her.”

With the two in agreement, Pinkamena exited her car and walked up to the green pony with the red mane done in dreadlocks. “Treehugger, what are you doing here?”

“Huh?” Treehugger tilted her head. “Do I know you? You look familiar but your aura looks so angry and scary. Your cutie mark reminds me of Fluttershy’s friend, Pinkie.”

Pinkamena facehoofed, “Ugh! Pinkie, you handle this. I’m gonna try not to bash my head into a wall for an hour.”

When Pinkie was back in control, Treehugger recognized her immediately and rushed forward to give her a hug. “I’ve missed you! Everyone in Equestria misses you. When are you coming home?”

Pinkie shrugged, “Dunno, been stuck here for five years.”

Treehugger thought about it for a moment, “I see your point. I don’t know how to get home either. This nice creature has been showing me around and showing me her Zebrican drug collection.”

“I don’t know about any Zebrican shit but you sure can huff the stuff,” Shaundi commented.

“Why don’t you come with us?” Pinkie offered, “Gotta be better than wandering around this terrible city where all the mean people shoot and kill each other.”

Treehugger shook her head, “I dunno, the people all seem nice so far and I got to try some strong weed. I even figured out how to make more of what I smoked.”

“Huh?” Pinkamena asked.

“I thought you knew Treehugger can identify substances she’s inhaled.”

“I don’t remember a lot whenever Treehugger visits Ponyville, she always makes you try her latest concoctions and it makes things hazy for a few hours. Still, we could use that skill. We might be able to weaken the market for the Sons of Samedi if we can get ahold of some of their product and make it ourselves.”

Pinkamena took over again. “Trust me, you would be a lot safer if you hung out with me and the Saints. We could use your help dealing with some bad guys running around the city. Besides, after the reputation I’ve made in this town, the people here aren’t going to want another pony potentially becoming another me.”

“Okay. Pinkie’s the only familiar face I’ve seen in this place so if she’s with you, I’ll go with you. Uhh...what was your name again?”

“Pinkamena.” She rolled her eyes.

With that, Playa escorted Shaundi and Treehugger back to the hideout. Pinkamena told them she would catch up as she decided to stay behind. Playa shrugged and told her to hurry back because he needed her present before he made his big announcement before driving off.

Now alone, Pinkamena took a deep breath to relax. Whoever was spying on her, she could tell they were more curious than predatory so she would give them a chance to explain themselves.

“You can come out now, I know you’re there.”

The figure hesitated for a moment before flying out of their hiding place and landing next to Pinkamena.

While Treehugger’s arrival in this world was a surprise to the madmare, the shock value had dropped for her after the first time. If ponies were being sent to this world by that creature, then, of course, griffons could too.

This particular griffon was all too familiar to Pinkamena. Although she only knew her for one day through Pinkie, there was no mistaking those purple-tipped feathers on her head and the purple around her amber eyes. She was looking at Rainbow Dash’s ex-friend Gilda.

“You’re one of Dash’s friends,” Gilda stated.

“Close but you still have the wrong pink pony.”

“No I don’t, you have that same stupid balloon mark that she has.”

“I only have that mark because Pinkie and I share the same body and I never got my cutie mark,” Pinkamena snapped.

“Yeah, whatever, so what is this place?”

Pinkamena took a moment to calm down before continuing the conversation, “This is a world belonging to some creatures called Humans. This is the city of Stilwater, a place where crime and violence runs rampant.”

“Is that what those weird things that walk around like minotaurs are? And a city that is full of violence? Sounds like Detrot.”

“How did you get here, Gilda?”

“Fluttershy’s special somecreature made some sort of hole that I flew into and I ended up here.”

“Special somecreature? What did he look like?”

“One of his arms looked like one of my talons and the other looked like one of my paws.”

There was only one creature that Pinkamena knew that matched that brief description, “That’s the same one who sent me here, and likely Treehugger as well.”

“Is this Q and A thing over? I got more of the city to explore. See ya, dweeb.”

Before Gilda could open her wings to fly away, Pinkamena grabbed onto one to stop her. “Not so fast, Gilda. You have skills that would be useful to me and the Saints so I’m gonna recruit you.”

“A dweeb like you recruiting me for your little club? Why should I join you?”

“It gives you a chance to act like the predator you are while having allies to have your back. There are three enemy groups that me and the Saints are going to get rid of and I don’t mean the typical Equestrian way.”

“What, you gonna banish them like Celestia’s sister?”

As they were talking, Pinkamena noticed a group of Ronin staring at them. They were starting to draw their katanas. The madmare’s expression turned into her usual sadistic grin. “Nope, like this.”

Pinkamena walked past Gilda who turned around and saw the armed strangers and noticed the mare pulling a bloodstained kitchen knife from her mane. The Ronin held their katanas in a traditional kendo stance with both hands on the hilt and blade held in front of them. However, the Ronin were not used to fighting an opponent half their size nor such an opponent who fought dirty. Pinkamena slid toward one Ronin’s ankles and slashed at his right shin which caused him to kneel to hold his wounded leg. This gave her an opening to move behind him and raise herself on her hind legs to reach the fallen gang member and run her knife through his neck, creating a gushing wound while also severing a few important nerve cords within his spine.

Gilda’s eyes widened at the display that was very clearly not what she would ever expect a pony to do. Not only did the mare in front of her kill the guy, and she knew a wound like that would be fatal, but she also did so without hesitation and smiled as she did it. If this was normal for her, the griffon knew that getting on her bad side would be the last thing she would ever do.

One of the other two Ronin tried to end the madmare with a downward slash but she pulled the knife out with one hoof and parried the strike with the knife. Her other forehoof pulled out her platinum SMG which she used to bombard the Ronin with a storm of bullets.

The last Ronin dropped his sword and ran for his motorcycle to escape but the madmare leaped for the dropped Katana, grabbed it and hurled the blade into the fleeing Ronin’s back, causing him to fall onto the street. To make sure the gang member wasn’t getting up from that, Pinkamena walked up to him and pulled out her gold pistol and shot him in the head.

Pinkamena walked back to Gilda who’s beak was wide open from the display she saw. The madmare giggled as she used a hoof to shut Gilda’s beak. The griffon shook her head before speaking, “And that was normal for you?” She nodded. “Wow, If I knew you were that hardcore, I woulda joined your group in a heartbeat.”

“Good. Because there’s one more condition I want from you before you join.”

“What’s that?”

“I want you to apologize to Pinkie for trying to drive a wedge between her and Rainbow Dash and for being a poor sport at her prank party.”

“What? Okay, fine. I’m sorry-”

“Not to me.” Pinkamena’s mane and colors returned to the curly and bright state to indicate the switch.”

“She means me.”

“Wha?” Gilda stammers for a few seconds.

“Mena and I share this body but it’s easy to tell who’s controlling it. Anyway, Mena’s really pushing for that apology, she seems a bit upset about how you treated me back then. She’s also mentioning serving griffon meat to the Saints if you don’t.”

Gilda gulped. After what she saw, the griffon knew that mare would make good on her threats. She bowed her head to the party pony. “I’m sorry for being such a jerk back then and I’m sorry about spoiling your prank party back then.”

“Apology accepted,” Pinkie said with a wide smile. “Now let’s get to the hideout.” Pinkie jumped into her car and drove to the mission with Gilda flying close behind.

“I don’t like this place,” Gilda complained.

“We’re still working on getting the place in shape.” Pinkamena said.

“Not the mess. That part actually reminds me of home. It’s the whole underground thing that bothers me. It makes me claustrophobic.”

“Fine, we’ll see about getting a hut built on the roof of the building. We could use your eyes to help us get an early warning in case the enemy gangs come knocking. Still, if anything important comes up we will need you down here. That acceptable?”

“Yeah,” Gilda affirmed.

“Good, Playa has a speech to make and people to assign to leading the efforts against the other gangs.”

The gang members in attendance stood at the base of the stairwell while Playa stood on the steps to begin his address.

“Alright, everybody listen up, we got some serious shit to discuss. The Saints used to own Stilwater and it seems like the only muthafuckas that remember that is me, Gat and Pinkamena. I think it’s time we give those other crews a wake up call. Now I ain’t gonna lie, a lotta shit’s changed since I’ve been outta the game, so I’m gonna need some help. Pierce, you’re on the Ronin. I wanna know who’s callin’ the shots and what businesses they’re running.”

“Done,” Pierce affirmed.

“Shaundi, you got the Sons of Samedi.”

“It’s gotta be them?” Shaundi complained.

“Fuck you say?”

“It’s cool...I...I got this,” She affirmed quickly.

Playa nodded. “Carlos…”

“The Brotherhood, I’m on it,” Carlos affirmed.

“Aight. Once we’re done here talk to one of these guys...they’ll have something for you to do. It’s our time now...let’s get this shit started.”

Once the crowd dispersed, Gilda and Treehugger approached Pinkamena to discuss things with her.

“I dunno about this,” Gilda stated. “I don’t know a thing about that guy. I’m not trusting him to lead us.”

“I agree with Gilda, he seems like a leader but his aura is not one I would trust to lead me.”

Pinkamena looked at the pony and griffon for a moment. “So what do you suggest, you want me to lead you?” Both nodded and Pinkamena sighed. “Alright, Treehugger, see what you can do for Shaundi. Since drugs are your field you would be best placed on the Samedi front. Gilda, I have a feeling that Carlos is gonna need all the help he can get against the Brotherhood.”

Treehugger raised a hoof to ask a question, when Pinkamena addressed her, she asked the madmare what she knew about the three gangs. After a brief disclosure of information, the green pony and griffon accepted their roles more eagerly.

“Don’t just focus your time against the gangs. There are people out there who would like favors done for them in exchange for spreading the reputation of the Saints and earn us more of this world’s currency. Some of these things may seem strange but the rewards will still be worth being at the top of this city’s food chain. I’ll send you more information as the campaigns progress.”

After giving Treehugger and Gilda each a cell phone as well as instructing them on their uses, the three of them dispersed to take care of their tasks.

Author's Note

Yep, Pinkamena now has her own henchponies to boss around...well, henchpony and henchgriffon.