After the near simultaneous takeover of Bavogian Plaza and the burning of the Sons of Samedi primary weed farm, Pinkamena decided to take a break in her efforts to take out the gang.

During this time, Pinkamena called Treehugger and Gilda together in order to educate them on the human terminology and parallels to Equestrian terms. This was easier said than done since neither had much of an attention span. With Gilda, Pinkamena knew she would have a hard time since she and Rainbow Dash were equally difficult to educate for similar reasons. Treehugger’s mind often wandered which soon made the madmare realize that teaching her two henchcreatures was a lost cause.

Pinkamena facehoofed in frustration and wondered how she was going to get those two to be useful to her in the future.

While she pondered about the usefulness of her allies, Pinkamena’s phone rang. Legal Lee had a request for her and she was curious about what it was. The last time she saw the lawyer was during Johnny’s trial at the courthouse.

“Hey there Lee, do you need more insurance claims to file?” Pinkamena asked.

Lee chucked at the mare’s guess, “No, nothing of the sort. Too many of my clients contact their insurance companies and the companies might start asking the wrong questions. I got a different request for you; one that would benefit the both of us in a very pleasant way.”

“What do you need?”

“I got a couple of ongoing cases against the Stilwater PD, and I could use a little leverage.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I’ve heard that you were the inspiration for a certain TV show called Fuzz a few years back. The show has decent ratings but they can’t seem to find the right cop who isn’t squeamish when it comes to getting the show’s ratings to skyrocket. I’ve heard rumor that there is a pink pony in the Stilwater PD who is particularly violent and might be willing to take part in the show, if you get what I mean…”

Pinkamena held a hoof to her chin for a moment and hummed. “So how far can I go with this?”

“The show is rated TV-MA. As long as nothing happens to the ones recording, the limit depends on your imagination. Only thing is that I wouldn’t advise any slow measures, they only have a thirty minute time slot per episode.”

Lee would never notice the massive creepy smile on the madmare’s face. If the show was as brutal as Lee implied, she might have found her favorite show on television. “I’ll do it on one condition: I want a copy of the footage.”

“That can be arranged.”

Later, Pinkamena donned her police uniform and walked into the station that was broadcasting the show, Fuzz. The producers were surprised and excited at the prospect of recording the mare in uniform on a rampage. When she agreed to take part in an episode, the producers got a camera crew together and a police car the studio acquired for the show.

After that it was a matter of listening to the police radio for disturbances in Stilwater. The incidents were minor at first with purse snatchers who the madmare killed by strangling them with the purse they stole, or streakers who she killed by mangling their private areas with enough buckshot to make them unrecognizable.

The criminal activities got worse from there. From bikers who lost a head from having a grenade stuffed in their mouths because they weren’t wearing a helmet, to people trying to imitate her mayhem rampages only for her to stick a satchel charge on them before burning them alive with a flamethrower, bucking them into a gas station pump which ignited the pumps and burning the people further before the satchel charges overheated and detonated.

Larger groups were dealt with by Pinkamena’s knife which dismembered groups of pirates and ninjas and enemy gang members who were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

There was also a group of college psychos sawing people up with chainsaws and the madmare joined in the madness with her own chainsaw by decapitating and dismembering the psychos in a way not unlike a certain zombie hunting cheerleader. While she would have liked to wear the cheerleader outfit to better fit the image, she had a feeling that she might go too far and end up with the station getting sued by Warner Brothers and a few other publishers. She still needed to get paid after all.

Once the camera crew was satisfied with the amount of footage recorded, the crew and Pinkamena returned to the station where she received her pay along with a Kobra pistol and a cheat-code-that-wasn’t-a-cheat-code-because-it-was-still-part-of-the-game in the form of infinite pistol ammo.

With her latest task done, Pinkamena returned to the hideout to plan her next move. Her return trip was interrupted however, when Shaundi called her to inform her that the Sons of Samedi were recruiting college students at the university student union. She had already sent Treehugger ahead to start things off.

Pinkamena knew that the activist needed the combat experience if she was going to survive in Stilwater, but some part of her was not too happy with Shaundi giving orders to her henchpony. It was a petty matter though so she let the matter slide.

By the time Pinkamena reached the student union, the area outside the student union was empty. Stands were either still standing or toppled over and the only sign that there used to be people around were the bodies of Samedi lying about the grounds.

Pinkamena strode through the area for another minute, making sure the gang members were dead, before making her way to the student union building.

Treehugger was spotted just outside the entrance with a pistol in hoof. She was breathing heavily and she appeared to have suffered a few scratches from close calls from bullets. The look in her eyes was of fear, anger and anxiety bordering on panic. She was not in the correct state of mind to handle the Samedi still inside.

Pinkamena’s Pinkie Sense told her of a potential danger so she put her knife handle in her mouth and approached the mare. The clopping of her hooves gave away the madmare’s position to the panicked pony. Acting on adrenaline, Treehugger quickly turned around and fired her pistol without thinking. Pinkamena used her knife to parry the shot before calling to her, “Whoa whoa whoa, calm down Treehugger, it’s me.”

Treehugger released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. After a few more breaths, she looked at her boss. “Pinkie? What are you doing here?”

“Wrong pink pony, we’ll work on that later. Shaundi told me she sent you here to deal with the Sons of Samedi recruiting around here. I’m here to make sure that job gets done and you don’t get yourself killed.“

Treehugger nodded and looked at the entrance, readying herself to deal with the numerous gang members inside. Pinkamena simply charged inside and quickly killed a few Sons of Samedi with her gold pistol in one forehoof and her new Kobra pistol in the other.

Pinkamena climbed up the stairs to the second floor to deal with the Samedi there while Treehugger was able to eliminate the gang members that the madmare passed.

After the stoner pony cleared the first floor and the mad pony cleared the second floor along with the student council room, their work at the university was finished. Pinkamena gave a word of praise to her henchpony for handling the situation until she got there. Treehugger smiled at her words.

The duo returned to Pinkamena’s car and returned to the hideout.

For some reason, Pinkamena could feel the smile her sister was expressing. After several minutes of feeling that strange sensation, she turned her attention to Pinkie, “What?”

“That’s the first time you ever said something nice to somepony that wasn’t me.”

“So what, she held her own and completed at least half the objective before I got there, and saw it through to the end. She at least deserved some praise for that, considering how ponies are in general. It’s not like I’m gonna start doing that often, so what’s your point?”

Pinkie’s smile lowered slightly. “If you’re as bad of a pony as you say you are then why bother to praise her?’

Pinkamena deepened her frown. “I don’t know,” she snapped. “For some reason, it just sorta felt right to praise my henchpony. Don’t ask me why.”

Any further conversation from that point was ignored by Pinkamena as she parked her car in front of the mission.

Before she got out of the car, Playa ran out of the mission with a furious look on his face. He ran up to her car once he saw them. “Pinkamena,” he said with fury in his voice, “Did you see where Shaundi went? Some bitch from the Sons of Samedi kidnapped her.”

Playa’s phone rang. Even though he never called or received calls from the number, the caller ID registered the name Veteran Child.

“With a name like that, he must be dangerous,” Pinkie commented. “He might be a skilled warrior or maybe he’s someone’s foal who has been in a war or maybe he’s a foal who has been in many wars or maybe…”

“Or maybe he’s just some pathetic bitch working for the Sons of Samedi who uses a pseudonym for his career which he just cut tragically short by pulling this stunt,” Pinkamena finished just to get her sister to shut up.

“That was going to be my one hundred sixty-second guess.”

Pinkamena ignored Pinkie again and listened to the call. “If you wanna see Shaundi again, you better come to ¢ocks,” Veteran Child said before he hung up.

Pierce ran out of the mission to find out what happened. He already knew that Veteran Child had kidnapped Shaundi but that was it.

“Pierce, Veteran Child wants me to meet him at ¢ocks,” Playa said.

“You think it’s a trap?”

“Probably, but fuck it, he can’t take me. Do me a favor though, look into any other places he might have stashed Shaundi. If you find where he might be, send Pinkamena after him.”

“You sure she can take him?” Pierce asked.

“You know who she is, right?”

Pierce took a moment to remember the madmare’s reputation. “Let me rephrase that: You sure Veteran Child deserves to die like that?’ Playa gave Pierce a look that informed him that he just asked a rhetorical question. “Right, stupid question, I’m on it.”

After Playa drove off, it didn’t take long for Pierce to contact someone who knew where the Samedi DJ was and discover that he had a gig going on at the On Track night club in the Barrio district.

Pinkamena took Treehugger and drove to the nightclub to deal with Veteran Child.

The two ponies worked together to clear out the club of Samedi resistance until it was just them and Veteran Child with Shaundi as a hostage.

“Stay back!” Veteran Child yelled. “Come any closer and Shaundi’s going back to you with a bullet in her head.”

Pinkamena was not fond of hostage situations at all, especially when she couldn’t afford to lose the hostage. Thankfully, someone was nice enough to leave a pile of flashbang grenades near her hooves. She picked one up and pulled the pin before tossing it near Veteran Child who exclaimed before the explosion, dazing both him and Shaundi.

Treehugger took this time to save Shaundi by ramming into her and sending her flying toward the edge of the room and out of the DJ’s reach. Before the stoner mare could get away though, Veteran Child placed his arm around her neck and lifted her to where her head and his were at the same height. “You might not be as big as Shaundi but you’ll have to do.” he said.

Pinkamena facehoofed as she noticed that her henchpony just traded Shaundi for herself. Ultimately, the situation did not change.

“Or did it…” Pinkmena thought to herself. When she thought about it, now was as good of a time as any to test out Treehugger’s abilities while under the influence of Loa Dust. She pulled a small plastic bag full of the substance. She tossed it up into the air once before rearing up for a hard toss toward the DJ and his hostage. “Breathe Deep,” she called out before throwing the bag at the DJ’s feet. The bag exploded, releasing a cloud of Loa Dust into the air. Veteran Child reacted by pulling his shirt over his nose and mouth to protect him from the drug cloud.

“Nice try, but you won’t get me that easily.”

Pinkamena’s grin grew wider by the second. “Who said that was for you?”

While her neck was still free enough to breathe, Treehugger inhaled the cloud as Pinkamena ordered. A second later, her pupils dilated as the drug’s effects took over. A moment later, she pulled the DJ’s arm away by using her earth pony strength to overpower him. She landed on her hooves and followed up by turning around and bucking him into a pillar. Veteran Child quickly fell unconscious.

Treehugger slowly approached him as she spoke, “Oh lost child, servant of the Baron, with your sacrifice, her message to him shall be made.” She turned to Pinkamena, “You who honors my Loa through violent actions against his followers, please help me prepare him for his departure.”

Pinkamena wasn’t sure what to make of Treehugger’s personality while intoxicated and didn’t want to bother finding out so she simply pulled a nail gun from her mane and walked up to the unconscious form of Veteran Child. She got on her hind legs and raised his arm upwards along the pillar before nailing his wrist to the pillar.

Veteran Child quickly woke up and started screaming in agony while blood poured from the wound in his wrist and down his arm. Pinkamena forced his other arm to the pillar into the same position as the other and nailed his other wrist to the wall. Veteran Child’s screaming intensified.

Pinkamena walked over to the intoxicated Treehugger to inquire how she wanted her ‘message’ sent. She had to ask loud enough to be heard over the DJ’s screaming.

“The message must be sent in a way that the Baron would know who sent it: with fire. Do you have anything to ignite the sacrifice?” Pinkamena pulled out a flamethrower and tossed it to Treehugger. “This’ll do.”

Treehugger finished the preparations by collecting Veteran Child’s spilling blood and using it to draw a circle around the DJ and decorate it in a way to show that the circle was to be used in some sort of ritual. Pinkamena found a supply of candles in the club’s storage area and brought a few to the green mare who assembled them along the circle and lit them. With the preparations complete, Treehugger aimed the flamethrower at Veteran Child.

In only a moment, Veteran Child was engulfed in flames. The screams continued until his consciousness could no longer be sustained by his immolated body.

A few small fires remained but those could be handled by the owner of the club. The two walked out of the nightclub with Shaundi following them.

Shaundi’s curiosity finally got the better of her after they left the club, “So I gotta ask, what’s with this whole acting like some cultist thing you got going on?”

“I speak for my Loa, Marinette, the Loa of power and violence. The substance you call Loa Dust allows her to connect with me so that I may be the instrument of her vengeance against the treacherous Baron Samedi. His followers murdered mine and so I shall return the favor.”

“Wow, well if you feel like hurting the Sons of Samedi even more, I did get some intel on a few drug labs in Shivington. Burning those down should really put the hurt on them.”

“Yes, we shall burn more of the foolish followers of the Baron and the source of their power. Lead the way.”

The Stilwater Fire Department did not get any sleep that night as Shivington burned.

Author's Note

Since voodoo magic is a thing for this gang arc, I decided to have a little fun with it and thought up the concept of Voodoo Priestess Treehugger for the duration of this gang arc.