Pinkie and Playa thought about which gang they wanted to target first. They could target the airport and industrial sections of Stillwater owned by Los Carnales. They could target Chinatown and the suburban sections owned by the Westside Rollerz. They could also target downtown Stillwater and the commercial districts owned by the Vice Kings.

Before they could make any decisions however, Julius informed the duo that while the reputation they gained was enough to help them reclaim the Row, that was all that that amount of respect would get them. Before any campaigns could be started against the rival gangs, Pinkie and Playa would need to go out and help more of the sympathizers of the Saints. Julius told the two that there were a couple of such associates in Bavogian Plaza which was west of Harrowgate and its neighboring district, Rebadeaux.

Julius gave them a map of Stillwater. The map had markings all over it to show various points of interest. “This map gives you the locations of anything you might need in Stillwater as well as those who might help spread the word about the Saints. Don’t let that fall into the wrong hands.” Pinkie stored the map in her mane before leaving the church.

Before they made the trip to the red light district, however, Playa decided to check out the Saints Row Loft that had been left to them by Julius. The building was small and run-down but it had all the necessities of home, except for food since Playa would likely be buying from some Freckle Bitch’s or wherever else food was served.

“Hey Pinkie, go check out that drawer in the kitchen and put the sharpest knife you can find in your mane,” Pinkamena requested.

“What? Why?” Pinkie responded.

“Because I want it for later and I’m too lazy to switch out just to grab a knife.”

Pinkie pursed her lips for a moment before shrugging, “Okie dokie lokie.” She granted her counterpart her request and stuffed the sharpest kitchen knife she could find, a butcher knife, in her mane.

Once both were done checking out the place, Pinkie and Playa headed back to the car and headed for their destination.

The drive to Bavogian Plaza was uneventful and only a couple of people were maimed by Playa’s horrible driving skills this time. The car was parked in an empty parking lot near the building they were supposed to enter.

When they entered, they noticed someone with a camera was taking photos of one of the workers of what Playa realized was a strip joint called Tee’N’Ay. Neither Pinkie or Pinkamena knew what a strip joint was due to Equestria’s cultural norm of optional clothing which rendered such places moot.

Pinkamena saw a stripper, who was only wearing underwear, pantyhose, high heels and pasties over her tits, try to work her charms on Playa while one of the club bouncers wrestled the camera out of the photographer’s hands. “No fuckin’ cameras!” he shouted at the paparazzi.

The paparazzi was thrown to the floor before the bouncer grabbed him by the shoulder. “Please. I-I-I thought-,” the cameraman simpered.

“You thought you’d come here to get a story, but let me tell you somethin’, that ain’t gonna happen. Now get the hell out.” The paparazzi was thrown towards the entrance.

The paparazzi got angry at the bouncer suddenly and started pointing his finger at him. “You’re gonna wish you never did that, when my lawyers get through-” Playa punched him in the face before Pinkamena quickly took over and bucked him out the door with her rear hooves before he landed on the ground again.

The bouncer, who was wearing black pants, gloves and a hat and wore a grey shirt that said “Security” on it, smirked at the duo. “Nice teamwork. Thanks for saving me the trouble. Name’s Bruno. We could use someone who’s got no love for the press. A bunch of big shots like to rent our girls for private parties…” That got Pinkie’s attention. “...and there’s nothing the media loves more than a sex scandal. If you can make sure our girls can do their job without the press catching on, we’ll pay you some serious cash. We’ll even spread word of the Saints among our customers.”

“Mena, I wanna do this one. Please, please please…,” Pinkie begged.

Of course, Pinkamena was going to let her counterpart handle the task anyway since she drives a lot better than Playa does. After switching again on the way to the car alongside one of the Tee’N’Ay workers, Pinkie gave Playa a look that told him to “get his ass into the passenger seat.” Playa wanted to complain but Pinkie gave him another look that warned him that Pinkamena would get mad if he didn’t listen to her. Playa slumped in defeat and got in the passenger side of the work vehicle. The stripper got in the back seat.

The stripper told Pinkie where she was to meet her client who was nearby so the party mare quickly stopped in the street near the client. The client was confused that there was what looked like a pony driving a car and the stripper affirmed what he saw.

Pinkie noticed a number of vans barreling toward them that had more of those cameras installed on them. “Don’t let them film me!” the client said.

“Okie dokie lokie,” Pinkie said as she pulled out a paintball gun from her mane and gave it to Playa who got the idea about what the mare wanted him to do.

The party mare continued to evade the news vans and Playa blinded a number of them with paintballs which caused some vans to swerve and crash into other cars and news vans or structures. The stripper finished up with her client who asked to be dropped off where he was at so he could find his own way home.

This process repeated itself several more times as more clients were pleasured and dropped off. Pinkie continued evading the news vans, even driving in ways that should have been difficult to pull off if not impossible. Playa continued to cause more accidents with the paintball gun. The party mare easily fulfilled special tasks given to her by the client and places that they wanted to be dropped off briefly were arrived at in impossible times that stunned everyone in the car. The passengers decided not to question it. Pinkie often had to return workers to the Tee’N’Ay and pick up a new one. Pinkamena felt like the workers could stand to have some endurance training if they got tired after two clients.

Once all of the clients were serviced for the day, Samantha, one of the strippers of the Tee’N’Ay, offered her services to the Saints beyond her workplace vocation.

Since the next Saints sympathizer was nearby in the same district Playa and Pinkie figured they might as well help the other person before heading back to the church to figure their next move.

Entering the building that was mentioned in the address, neither Playa or Pinkie were sure what kind of place they had entered. The lobby appeared to be of a theme of red, white and gold with some portraits and landscape paintings hung on the walls.

The duo suddenly heard the voice of an angry woman nearby. “Listen mutha fucka; if you come by here one more time, no, if you look at this fuckin’ building one more time, I will personally feed you all three inches of your cock. Do you hear me? Now get the fuck out!” She then shoved the man she was yelling at to emphasize her point.

She turned her attention to the duo. “Okay, one, this ain’t a petting zoo and this place ain’t the kinda place for that kinda fetish. Two, I don’t know what you want but whatever it is, I ain’t got it.”

“So what kind of place is this?” Pinkie asked.

The woman turned her attention back to mare again as if she just heard the weirdest thing ever. “You can talk?!” She shook her head. “Whatever, this place is a brothel hun. Unfortunately, some fuckin’ pimps from outta town have stolen most of my stable. Think you two can go bring my girls back? I’ll pay you well if you do.”

“This is just like that time with Will and us stealing hos from pimps, Pinkie. I’ll handle this,” Pinkamena said. Pinkie nodded to herself before she became Pinkamena again.

The woman raised her eyebrow at the change, “What happened to you?”

“Nevermind that. We’ll get your girls back and drive the pimps out of town...likely in body bags,” Pinkamena said with a wicked smirk.

The process was much the same as last time: kill pimps and deliver hos to the brothel. The task was only made more difficult not only because some of the pimps tried to drive away in cars, but also because Playa was driving. For the driving pimps, Pinkamena jumped into the pimp’s car and stabbed him in the throat with her kitchen knife. The hos ran screaming in terror before Playa whistled for them to come to him for delivery to the brothel. Another driving pimp was dealt with after Pinkamena stole the first pimp’s car and drove it beside her next victim. She leaped into his car, grabbed him by the head before slicing him in the jugular, which led to the same reaction among the hos.

The Vice Kings were not taking this lying down, however, as they acted to defend the pimps. Unfortunately, that only succeeded in increasing Pinkamena’s body count for the day as she either gunned them down or eviscerated them with her knife.

Once all the pimps were dealt with and the hos returned, the woman, who introduced herself as Vikki, gave them their cash reward and even let Playa have some pimp bling that was left behind in her brothel.

Feeling that the Saints reputation had been built up enough for the time being, the duo returned to the discussion about which gang they would move against first but Pinkamena had decided for them.

“We’re going after the Vice Kings first. We’ve already messed around in their territory quite a bit so we might as well remove them first. Besides, I wanna see if Johnny is as legit as his boasting.”

The two eventually made it back to the church but not without Playa’s driving angering the cops and the Vice Kings. Pinkamena had some travel entertainment because of it. Once they ditched their pursuers, the duo entered the church and into Johnny’s little war room.

“Take a seat,” he said, motioning to the chairs in front of him. Dex was standing next to Johnny who was sitting with his feet on the table before he put them down and got to business. Pinkamena noticed the posters behind Johnny, most featured one person named Aisha. She quickly returned her attention to Johnny who was now looking at her. “I heard what you two did in the red light district...well, mostly about what you did, Pinks. Driving like you did I couldn't even begin to fathom how that’s possible. And what you did to those VK and pimps was like a work of art. If you’re as legit as what I heard, you and me need to go on a killing spree sometime.”

Pinkamena smirked, “I’ll think about it.”

“Anyway, the Vice Kings are named after one guy: Benjamin King. That shit don't happen unless you’re a professional or a bad ass, and in King’s case, he’s both.” Johnny’s phone suddenly rang. “Hold up, I gotta take this.” His attention was focused on his phone call. From what Pinkamena picked up from the call it was someone named Aisha who might be the same one from the posters. Apparently she seemed frazzled given Johnny seemed to be trying to calm her over the phone. He asked where someone was located and that he would handle it.

“What’s up?” Dex asked.

“Some mother fucker’s grabbed Aisha’s sister right off the street,” Johnny responded.

‘“Shit man, that’s the sixth girl this month. We know who’s doing this?”

“Yeah, the Vice Kings.”

“No way man, kidnapping ain’t King’s style.”

“Maybe that slut Tanya is goin’ behind King’s back, don’t know, don’t fuckin’ care. Aisha said they were drivin’ a yellow sedan.” He turned to Playa and Pinkamena. “Tail those bitches back to wherever they go and get those girls back.”

Pinkie took over and made Playa sit in the passenger side of the nearest car they could grab. The mentioned yellow sedan turned down the street ahead of them and Pinkie was careful to avoid getting too close or too far from the sedan. Avoiding traffic also made the tailing go flawlessly.

The car was tailed to an abandoned warehouse in Rebadeaux. Pinkie and Playa saw Aisha’s sister being forced along inside.

Pinkamena took over and she and Playa made short work of the few warehouse defenders and found the missing girls locked in a room in the back. Playa knocked on the door.

“If you're not with them, the guy with the key went to Tee’N’Ay,” a voice inside the room said.

Pinkie had an idea on how to get the girls out without having to go after the pimp with the key so the mare switched minds again and Pinkie reached into her mane and pulled out a cupcake she borrowed from someone named Peter Griffin. Stuffing the pastry into the lock, the mechanism exploded a second later, busting the lock and freeing the girls.

By the time VK reinforcements arrived, Playa, Pinkie, and the missing girls, Aisha’s sister among them, were already too close to the church for them to pursue.

The Vice Kings also ended up giving up Bavogian Plaza to the Saints.

Mena now has a kitchen knife and she's gonna get a lot of use out of it.

Unfortunately, stories on fimfiction have a 3 blue tag limit because there's gonna be some horror later. I'll have to add it into the long description later.