//------------------------------// // Prologue // Story: The Ballad of Rainbow Dash // by Ron Jeremy Pony //------------------------------// GTA: The Ballad of Rainbow Dash (Penthouse on Xenotime Street North Holland – Bedroom) Dash moaned slightly as she scooted close to Niko. He never pushed for her to do anything, or be anything she didn’t want to be. He understood that she had no idea of how this world worked, and had offered her a place to stay until she certain she could make a stand on her own. The first night she slept on the bed while he took the couch, but the following night she slept closer to where he was. Finally after two weeks she wanted to share a bed with him. It wasn’t that she was completely foreign to the idea of sex. The act itself is something any creature has some basic knowledge about, but she had no idea of how much closer it would make her feel to him. She already felt connected to Niko because he had saved her life, but now he was just as much a part of it as any other piece of her existence. She felt the soft touch of his hand on her bare stomach and it brought both a feeling of excitement and peace. He shifted closer to her and she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. “Thank you,” she said. She didn’t expect an answer. He was sleeping, far away in a land where even the worst of his memories couldn’t bother him, or at least that was what Twilight had once said. Things had changed since then though. She wasn’t sure if anything Twilight had ever said was really true, or just quotations coming from Princess Celestia. “You don’t have to thank me,” a sleepy voice answered. She turned in the bed and looked at Niko. His eyes was still closed, but there was a ghost of a smile on his face. She grinned and nuzzled against his neck for a moment. She inhaled his sent as she did and couldn’t get over how much she liked it. There was a sort of solidified sadness that simply rolled off of him. For almost anyone else in all of Equestria it would have been off putting, but she simply found it intoxicating. “Yes, yes I do. I would be dead now if it wasn’t for you,” she answered. “Perhaps, but I don’t feel right taking thanks for doing something anyone would have done,” he replied. She shook her head and studied him. Another one of his infuriating and wonderful traits was his modesty. He didn’t see himself as a hero, and in truth she knew he really wasn’t. It didn’t take super smart Pony, or Person as she was beginning to learn to call herself, to realize he didn’t operate on the right side of the law. “What are you doing tomorrow?” she asked. “Packie and I are going to do a few errands in Bohan,” he answered. “I want to help,” she replied. “This is something you shouldn’t become part of. Believe me it is better if you don’t get into this part of my world,” he said. “You don’t think that I could be of help?” she asked. “I didn’t say that,” he answered. “Then take me along. I want to learn, and I want to help. I don’t want to just be a house pon… girl,” she replied. (McReary House – Dukes) Dash smirked as she parked Niko’s Dukes next to the curb. It had been hard convincing him to let her drive, but when he finally gave in she showed him what Mallorie had taught her. Niko had his hands firmly latched onto the dashboard of the car and looked at her with an expression of awe and terror. “Who taught you to drive like that?!” he exclaimed. “Mallorie, she said that you have to be aggressive in this city to get around,” Dash explained. “Aggressive yes, suicidal, no,” Niko said. She stuck her tongue out at him and honked the horn. A moment later Packie ran out and looked at them both. He gave a glance to Niko who simply shrugged his shoulders and stepped out of the car. Packie crawled into the back and took the entire rear seat to himself. “I’m guessing that Niko filled you in on our jobs, right?” Packie asked. “He didn’t want to, but when I told him what I thought it might be he let me know all of it. I think that you can call this my on the job training,” she said as Niko crawled back into the car. “On the Job training. I think I like that. All right, but this isn’t the kind of training where if you fuck up you get shit canned. This is the kind where if you fuck up you’re dead, and you might take us with you. So listen to both of us, and don’t fuck up,” Packie said. “She’ll be fine,” Niko stated. “Look, Niko, Dash, I know that the two of you are most likely banging the hell out of each other. That’s fine, but I don’t want you to get into something because he’s thinking with his dick,” Packie said. “I’m not, and I wouldn’t the be the first to do so,” Niko said. “Granted,” Packie said. “Okay, now that we got the warning out of the way where are we headed exactly?” Dash asked. “An old friend of ours just got a get out of jail free card given to her. She’s got a major line on some product, and we’re going to help deliver it,” Packie said. “Old friend? Elizabeta got out of jail?” Niko asked. “Yeah, apparently one of her crew on the outside had some dirt Bryce Dawkings, and since he became the governor it would look pretty bad for it to come to light. Old Bryce ended up giving her complete and total amnesty for whatever it was they had,” Packie answered. “What kind of job does she want us to do?” Dash asked. “She was a little sketchy on the details, but she said the payout was huge,” Packie answered. (Elizabeta’s apartment – South Bohan) Packie walked toward the door and knocked. A moment later the door flew open and an overweight Puerto Rican woman stood there holding a 9mm Glock on him. “Where you followed?!” she exclaimed. “Damn woman! No, we weren’t followed!” he shouted. She breathed a sigh and walked toward the couch. He walked inside followed by Niko and Dash. She turned toward them and looked at the newcomer. “Who’s she?” Elizabeta asked. “I just joined up a few weeks ago,” she answered. “She’s fine,” Niko said. “Okay, okay… If Niko says you’re Okay then that’s good enough, for now,” she said as she picked up a rolled twenty dollar bill and sniffed a line of chalk. “Look, one of my connections said the cops are getting ready to go through their evidence warehouses. There’s tons of product there, along with massive amounts of cash, weapons, and damned near anything else we could want. That same contact said they are so busy trying to get through all of it they’re not even really checking badge numbers. If someone has a uniform they can get inside,” she said. “Great, only we don’t have uniforms,” Niko replied. “It won’t take much to get one. Jump a couple of cops, take their uniforms, and roll over to the Police Station in Broker. Once there see if you can take a Stoackade. It should be big enough on the inside to load up a lot of product. Once you get the Stoackade head over to the Police Warehouse and load up,” she said. “You really think it will be that easy?” Niko asked. “My contact told me that these guys have been working in sixteen hour shifts. They will be more than glad to take a couple hours off if someone is willing to take their place. Let them leave, then load it up,” Elizabeta replied. “What the hell. If nothing else it’ll be fun,” Packie said. “I think your definition of fun is different than mine,” Niko replied. The three of them turned and walked out of the apartment. “So, should we call the cops and report something going on?” Dash asked. “Good idea,” Niko replied. They walked toward the street and he dialed 911. Once he reported a domestic disturbance a cop car came into view and two officers, a male and female, stepped out. “Someone called the police?” the woman asked. “Yeah, nighty-night,” Packie said as he slammed the butt of his pistol into the back of the male officer’s head. The female officer turned and aimed her gun, but Dash caught her in the back of the head with a piece of brick she picked up. They dragged the two of them behind a cinder block wall and laid them down next to each other. “All right, lets strip these two down,” Packie said. They began to change into the clothes and Packie groaned as he tossed Niko the officer’s clothes. “They won’t fit,” he said. Niko smiled and changed into the clothes finding them to be tight, but not so much he couldn’t fit into them. He turned to see Dash finishing buttoning up the shirt and looking at the uniform. “I don’t think she ever took this thing to the laundry,” she said as she wrinkled her nose. “Don’t get bent out of shape over it. Well, since I don’t have a uniform that means you’re going to have to take me in. It shouldn’t be that hard to get into the back lot with me, but remember to take me with you,” Packie said. “Sure, sure,” Niko replied.