During a sunday drive, I saw an odd phenomenon at the Vinewood sign. Now I am a princess's personal guard and friend.
Life as a thug in Los Santos can be boring at times: kill this guy, get those documents, get me one of these cars. Over time it mentally ages a man. The thug-life had chosen me and it rarely gives you a chance to leave it behind and start something different.
So what do you do if you get the chance to get something new other than a new car or gun? You set your sights to it and put the pedal to the metal to get to that something. To me, that something was a new chance at life on the right side of the law. It may be a different world, but my new job pays well and I get to watch the nicest pieces of female anatomy to get said pay.
Disclaimer: GTA and all of it's properties mentioned in this story is owned by Rockstar. And if you didn't know My Little Pony is owned by Hasbro, you seriously need to do a reality-check.
Also: previous knowledge of GTA:ONLINE is usefull but not really required.
The halls of the castle of the royal sisters were dark and quiet, except for the sound of hard rubber soles repeatedly making contact with the cobblestone floor of the hallway to the private chambers of princess Luna. The being making the sounds wore a black leather jacket and blue jeans. The aviator style sunglasses covering its eyes and the neutral look on its face made most foes stand still in fear.
"Orion! We are in need of thine assistance!" a female voice rang through the same hallways. These words gave the being reason to speed up its pace towards the chambers of the aforementioned princess.
"Ah, there you are." When the creature opened the door to Princess Luna's bedroom, it was met with a sight to behold. A dark blue furred mare in a black dress sat on her ebony wood bed and looked at the creature in the doorway with what one could only describe as a seductive smile.
"Swift as always." she remarked. The creature only responded by bowing down on one knee and presented a black metal hairclip with a small crescent moon on it. "Next time, We would recommend thou would wear thine armor instead of whatever thou art wearing now." the princess took the hairclip out of the creatures hand and put it in her hair. "Then again." she motioned for the creature to stand up. "A mare can only ask for so much, even when she is a princess."
Princess Luna walked to a window. "The arch mages are approaching a spell that would render thee un-mute, as it were." the princess put a hand on the window, her face and voice expressionless. "It would be pleasant to finally hear Our most loyal guard speak his thoughts for once."
The creature called Orion simply walked to Luna's side and put his hand on her shoulder.
"We have many questions to ask thee." Luna turned around and removed his sunglasses, revealing his grey eyes. "Yet there is no voice to answer them."
Luna put the glasses on a nearby cabinet containing all manner of perfumes and make-up. Orion merely stood by and observed.
"What drives thee?" the princess sat down on a chair. "Where dost thou originate from?" She looked at her guard in leather jacket. "What is thine story?"
He just stood there, clearly willing to answer the questions, just not able to make any sound out of his throat.
After a few moments of silence, Orion made his way towards the door.
"Until the next summoning." Luna called after him. "Also, be sure thou moveth towards the Royal Library. Mayhaps the mages are further than We thought." He merely saluted and walked out the door. "New developments travel slower than We would want through this castle." Luna sighed as she slumped her head into her arms.
One year earlier: Los Santos, Del Perro Boardwalk. 18:43 pm.
The lights of the fairgrounds ferriswheel and rollercoaster shone brightly in combination with aal the other stands and shops on the wooden platform on the western edge of the bustling city of Los Santos. However, these lights were not as eyecatching as the red and blue flickering coming from several police cruisers and SUV's chasing down a stolen armored police truck manuevering the tight spaces inbetween the stands and the attractions on the boardwalk. This armored truck was occupied by a young caucasian woman in her early Twenties who was shooting the law enforcers with a way too large assault rifle and a maniacle grin on her face, an equally young caucasian man who was doing the driving and an afro American man who was throwing explosives at the same law enforcement units as the woman but with a less entousiastic look on his face.
"I told you it was a bad idea to rob that last store, Rox." the bomb throwing man yelled at the woman with the rifle in the back of the truck.
"Shut up Drift, I'm having fun an I am not letting your pussy words ruin it!" the woman now known as Rox yelled back to the passenger seat of the truck right after shooting two officers off of the side of an SUV. At this point, the truck was moving towards the centre of the city on the Highway.
"Yo, Prime. When are we gonna initiate your plan to ditch the cops?" Drift asked the driver, who was evading civilian and police vehicles at the same time while occasionally looking at the right side of the road.
"Any moment now, I'm goin' to drive this hunk o' junk into a hole in the wall." Prime slowed the truck down a bit to accomodate the following movements. "Right here!" The large and heavy vehicle dissapeared into a big hole underneath a bridge. The police vehicles that tried to mimic the maneuvre, drove too fast and crashed into the side of the tunnel, effectively blocking the entrance behind the stolen truck. During the clogging up of the entrance, the truck fell about 30 feet and landed on its wheels and drove into an underground construction site.
"Shit, dog. How'd you know about this place?" Drift asked his fellow runaway who was controlling the armored vehicle.
"I have been roaming this state a bit longer than you two have." Prime explained. "I have discovered this place while driving a Futo and failing miserably during my first few weeks in town." The truck slowed down. "We have a few choices to get out of here. You got the underground railroad to our left and right." Prime indicated with his finger while he talked. "Or we could go through the sewers and enter the LS river near La Mesa."
"The underground tracks must have some form of camera security for the cops to see us." Drift put a hand on his chin, considering the options.
"Lets take the shit-river to LS river and jack a ride from there." Rox proposed. "Of course, we would need to ditch this bad boy before we leave the safe, piss filled sewers."
"Sewers it is!" Prime started the truck again and drove towards the less than fine smelling tunnel in front of them.
"It is gonna take a while 'till we are out of this place. Care to share your plans for the evening?" Prime asked his compatriots.
"A car showcase near the LS-Customs by the airport." Drift leaned back. "I got my Sultan a new paintjob and want to impress the bitches. You know, add a few panties to the wardrobe." Drift's Karin Sultan sports car is a copper colored street/race car. A car is only as good as the driver, this is even more true in the case of Drift, who has out-accelerated Progen T20's with his Sultan.
"I hear ya, man." Prime smiled. "But I'm gonna relax at home when we are out. I've had enough exitement for the day. What 'bout you, Rox?"
"I still need to steal my Zenporno back from the cops." she examined her gun. "After that, Imma go rookie-huntin'. I just bought a new rocket launcher and want to test it on a few live subjects." Rox grinned. The Zenporno is a purple Pegassi Zentorno Supercar with fluorecent blue dollar rims and has had some heavy bodywork done to it. The car is mostly driven by Rox.
"Never change, girl, never change." Drift supressed a giggle.
"Never will." she responded before shifting her focus to Prime. "But you have. You're softer than a few months ago. Don't you dare pull a Wes on us, motherfucker." Wes is the original leader of the crew occupied by Prime, Drift and Rox. He left for Liberty City without saying a word. As Prime was co-founder of the crew, he was elected as the new leader with Rox and Drift as his most trusted lieutenants.
"Rox is right. We need you here." Drift looked at the man behind the wheel. "Wes was a quitter, you're not. I know you will not leave us, not while we are in shit as deep as we are."
"I am turning a bit older since my time here in Los Santos." Prime focused on the filthy water in front of him. "Not on the outside, but on the inside I am turning gray. Don't get the wrong idea, I am not leaving the crew behind just yet. I just need time to sit down and enjoy the view from time to time. San Andreas has some beautifull locations if you would just stop and stare for a second, no I am not just talking about the racks at Rockford Mansion."
"You better not leave us alone, dipshit." Rox held her rifle against Prime's head. "Not with the number of crew members at an all time low."
Prime pushed the brake right before a fairly steep ramp up.
"This is the last ramp out. Lets leave the truck and part ways for the night." he said, trying to change the conversation.
"Rox." Drift said. "Need a ride to the impound lot?"
"Sure." she got out of the truck and hid away her weapon. "But I decide the radio station!"
"Well, see ya later," Prime gave a salute and walked out of the sewer and directly into a small group of streetracers.
"You fellas won't mind me taking your nice Serrano?" he asked while walking towards a bright red convertible sportscar. "Of course not. You can't hear me." The man got inside of the car and took off to the road with a few bullet holes in the trunk and tail lights of the car. As Prime drove away, a huge explosion could be seen and heard coming from the sewers he just left. If one would return at the scene, one scorched wreck of an armored truck , seven torched human bodies and tire tracks from three cars could be seen.
"Something Rox and Drift both agree on." Prime smiled as he took a ramp up to the road and out of the drain. "Disposing of the evidence."
The moment Prime's stolen car touched the asphalt, he made a beeline towards a large storage building with one garage door near the LS river. He got out of the car and poured some gasoline over it before entering the building. The building served as one of three car storages he owned, this specific one was used for the heavier vehicles like a military grade armored truck called 'Insurgent' and a rusty 1930's hauler called 'Duneloader'. Prime, however, chose the one car that differed from the rest: a metallic grey and orange sports car called 'Furore'.
"Let's go home." Prime got in the car and out of the storage building. Before he would leave, he set the stolen Surano on fire with a combination of gasoline on the car and exhaust-spark from the high performance Lampadati Furore. Then Prime put the pedal to the metal and drove towards his Del Perro appartment near the boardwalk.
When he got to his appartment building, his phone rang. a picture of Drift appeared on the small screen. "Yo, sup?" Prime answered while he entered the building.
"Car show got compromised, G. Cops all over the airfield."
"Need a ride?"
"Naw, man. Snatched a Maverick and am heading to your crib."
"What has gottten into you? Leading cops to my place? There is a reason we wear masks during jobs!"
"My joint is too small to fit seven people and the cops eye it, too."
"So you bring seven rookie street racers to the home of a bank robber?"
"The cops don't know you, dog. 'Sides, they good. They ain't got no beef with others."
"Why not Rox her place? She lives near the airport."
"She out killing dudes, remember? Oh, and I also need a place to sleep."
"Fine, but none of you are getting the comfort of a couch. All of you sleep on the floor."
With that, they ended the phone call and Prime had already entered his own high-end appartment and sat on his couch.
"Why does it always come down to me?" he whined to no one in particular. "No wonder Wes left. Being the boss is more work than it is worth. Maybe I should leave town too. Maybe start something in Paleto Bay or live the rest of my days in Sandy Shores?" He got up from the large couch in his living room and went to his kitchen for a glass of wine. "Maybe go to Liberty City, visit Wes." At that moment, a buzzer rang througout his appartment and he walked to the door. It was Drift with exactly seven rookie street racers following his lead.
"Come in, motherfucker." Prime opened his door and let the new people in.
"Thanks, man. I owe you one." Drift put his hand on Prime's shoulder.
"Don't mention it. That's what friends do: help each other out of the shit..." Prime started.
"And jump back into it together!" Drift finished Primes words and they high-fived each other with a dumb grin on both their faces.
"Okay, people!" Prime turned to all of the other people in the room, some were drinking Prime's wiskey and others were hitting the bong.
"If you have no legit reason to be here..." he did a quick one-over of his home. "... I suggest you get your asses out of my house or face the barrel of my sniper rifle!"
Four of the seven racers left the appartment immedeately after Prime spoke his words. The remaining three were all female and apperantly hoping Prime would allow them to stay for a few favors, if their clothes were anything to go by.
"And take these sluts with you, Drift. I may be lonely, but I'm not desperate." Prime turned to his friend.
"What the fuck happened to us being able to crash here?" Drift responded, somewhat pissed.
"Change of plans." Prime answered. "Tomorrow at the Shack I'll explain it."
The Shack is a small building on an island east of the main state of San Andreas and can only be reached by boat or helicopter, unless one likes to swim 700 yards with their clothes on and their car on the side of a cliff. The building may have been a home a long time ago, but now it serves as the main HQ for the crew now owned by Prime for its desolation from any main roads and overall impossibillity to see it from any form of civilisation in the state.
"You fucking better." Drift pushed Prime away with his finger on Primes chest. "Come, ladies. We're not welcome here."
With that, the appartment was empty again, except for Prime moving towards his bedroom to catch some sleep.
When Prime awoke the next morning, it was already 11:30 am. It didn't matter to Prime though, as he slowly stretched his limbs and got out of bed and walked straight into his walk-in wardrobe. He put on a simple white V-neck with the text "Los santos Lovers" on the front, a black leather jacket with a blue stripe over the left shoulder and his crew logo on the back, simple blue jeans, bronze aviator glasses and a pair of all black Oxfords on his feet.
His breakfast consisted of a glass of 'healthy' green juice and a peanutbutter-banana sandwich. Right after breakfast, he sent a message to every important crew member he had under him.
"The Shack 7 pm" it read.
"So, I still have time to rob a store and give Simeon a car." he concluded while walking out of his appartment and into the garage that came with the place. In this garage he stored his favorite vehicles consisting of a large Western Sovereign motorbike with the American flag painted all over the thing, a Pegassi Osiris supercar wich colors matched with Prime's leather jacket, a red Declasse Tornado with a white roof, a matte black Imponte Phoenix with a shiny black racing stripe and a rusty red and black Declasse Tornado nicknamed: The mariachi car. The mariachi car had a special place in Prime's heart because he saved it from it's previous owners were trying to commit suicide in the car by driving it off of a cliff. Prime shot both women who owned the car with a sniper rifle from a nearby bridge and took the poor thing home after an intense police chase.
Prime entered his all black Obey Tailgater sedan with blacked out windows and chrome rims. When he drove out of his garage, he got a text message from Simeon Yetarian. "Get me these vehicles." it read. It also included a list of six vehicles of wich Prime only needed to steal one. Simeon is a car dealer who uses way too short pay terms for his customers and hires people to steal the cars back for him. Prime was one of those people who stole the cars back. Simeon also trades in export cars he lets people steal off the street.
"Yeah, no." Prime put his phone away and drove towards a small supermarket near his home. "I am not gonna steal those crappy cars."
When he got to the store, he parked his car in an alley next to it and put on a "Princess Robot Bubblegum" mask before entering the store with his musket in hand. "Showtime." He whispered to himself and he entered the store with his musket aimed at the shopkeeper.
"This is the third time this week!" the shopkeeper said as he opened up his cash register and put all of the cash in a plastic bag and threw it on the ground near Prime. "Thank you very much." Prime said as he picked up the bag and ran out of the store before the owner could get out their own shotgun.
When Prime got out of the store, he could already see a few police cruisers nearing him with lights flashin' and sirens howlin'.
"Not now and not ever, Blue!" he shouted at the cops as he got into his own car and took off towards the same hole in the wall he used the night before with Rox and Drift in the armored truck. Because of the difference in the amount of police officers compared to the last time, the cops actually managed to wedge a car in. By the time the police cruiser was underground, Prime was already far enough for the cops to not see him anymore. Prime's own car took a bit of a beating during the fall and because of speeding through a confined space, he had lost his front bumper, most of his windows and his front wheels were bent in a way they shouldn't be at all when he got out of the sewers.
"I'm losing my touch." he remarked as he moved towards a garage near the drain he ended up in. "Normally I could drift through there without a scratch."
The Prime took a look at the clock in his car. "Shit! It's 6:30 already!" He then took a second look at the rest of his car. "Need to change wheels if I wanna make it in time." With this he drove to the same garage as last night and drove out in a red and black Coil Brawler with chrome suv rims. The Coil Brawler looks like someone put the body of a sports car on the chassis of a military off road vehicle. Prime took off towards the general direction of the island the Shack was located. While on his way of climbing a fairly steep mountainside, his phone rang.
"Yo, sup?" Prime answered.
"You're late, dipshit." on the other side of the phone sounded a clearly annoyed woman's voice.
"Sorry, Rox. Cops."
"You got five minutes before I start smacking a bitch."
"Oh, come on. Leave Gio alone." Prime supressed a smile. Gio was one of the most recently joined members of the crew, who was also the biggest whimp and worst driver in Los Santos.
"Ha ha! But seriously: five minutes." with that, Rox broke the connection.
"Well, fuck." Prime put his phone away and drove his car to the cliff side near the island where the Shack was located.
Meanwhile: on the island the Shack was located.
"All-righty!" Rox clapped her hands together while turning towards a small group of people. "Prime is late." she grinned. "You know what that means."
Rox pointed her finger towards a man in a black T-shirt and Camo-pants wearing sunglasses. "You! Get your ass over here."
"Me?!" the man yelped in fear.
"Don't make me say it twice." Rox added sweetly while sporting a friendly smile.
"Wait! Do you hear that?" Drift asked everyone else, saving the poor thug Rox just chose.
"Hear what?" Rox asked annoyed. just as she asked that and silence had returned to the small group of people on the island, a horn usually used on trucks could be heard.
"That must be Prime." Drift remarked while looking over to where the sound came from. What he saw was a Coil Brawler car blinking it's headlights from a cliff.
Rox turned towards the man she wanted to beat up.
"If you get the boss over here, maybe I will not bash your brain in after I bite your dick off." she snarled. "But I will most certainly bite your dick off."
"Yes ma'am!" he saluted and sprinted towards a Cargobob helicopter one of the others used to get to the island. He took off and flew towards the red and black car wich belonged to the crew leader. When the helicopter hovered over the car, the pilot got a message. "Scratch my car and you're dead."
It was well known to the crew that Prime valued his cars and rarely damaged them during normal drives through town. It was also known that the last guy who hit Prime while he was driving his red and white Declasse Tornado got hunted down and killed over and over again rather brutally.
Needless to say: the pilot was sweating dispite the cold of the desert at night. The pilot was put out of his concentration by a loud screeching noise from metal on metal.
"You motherfucker!" Prime got out of his car and shot the pilot with one bullet from his Marksman Pistol, wich is basically a hand cannon, and killed him. This left the Cargobob to land on it's wheels after damaging the car even more. Prime took control of the helicopter and waited for the previos pilot to get seated again. You see: most of the thugs in San Andreas are immortal. This doesn't mean they can't die, because they do that quite frequently. It means that after they die, they just re-spawn mere feet from where they died while having full memory of how they died and who killed them. It also hurts like hell. This has started many grudges and rivalries between crews and individual criminals.
"You are lucky I am in a good mood." Prime told the former pilot, dispite sounding very pissed. "And you need to hear what I have to say to the rest."
The helicopter took off towards the island the rest of the crew was idly waiting for Prime to make his announcement.
The moment the helicopter was landed, Prime got out and climbed on the roof of the Shack and cleared his throat.
"I..." Prime looked towards the crew who were carefully observing him. "...have a big announcement to make."
"You finally getting out of the closet?" Rox shouted at him, getting a laugh out of the rest of the crew. Prime, however, paid her no mind.
"I quit."
This revelation got a unified gasp from everyone in the crew followed by murmuring.
"One more job. But before that, half of my bank account will be distributed amongst the entire crew." Prime spoke. "I will leave for another life. A life Los Santos can't give me."
When he looked towards the crowd once more, the only thing that stood out was the pure fire in Rox her eyes and her bared teeth.
"Leadership of the crew will be given to the one you choose, people." Prime tried to look as stoic as possible. "I thank you all."
With those last words, Prime jumped off the Shack and got back in the Cargobob.
"You better run, motherfucker!" Rox yelled after him. "I will end you! Ya hear me?! END YOU!"
The helicopter took off towards the city and landed by a garage near Los Santos International Airport. Prime used this garage to store his older vehicles like a Truffade Z-Type, a Invetero Coquette Classic and a Invetero Coquette Blackfin. It was the Blackfin he drove out of the building and into the city, clearing his mind and waiting for an assignment from anyone who could give him one.
After two hours of mindless driving through the city of Los Santos, he got a call. Lester Crest is a proffessional hacker and criminal mastermind. He planned heists and other things. He has used his computer skills more than once to mislead or bribe the already very corrupt LSPD. There are also rumours going around that... Well, let's just say that he has earned the nickname 'Creepy Uncle Lester'.
"Hey, it's Lester." came from the other end of the line.
"Listen. I have found some mysterious readings coming from the Vinewood letters in Vinewood Hills. If you would take a picture of it and send it to me, I would be very gratefull. I have already installed an app on your phone that takes readings from everything you take a picture off. Also, The FiB have found it too, so you might want to take care of them first. Just a warning." and with that, Lester hung up.
"It's no money maker, but it'll take care of my boredom." Prime did a Bootleggers-turn and floored it to the Vinewood sign north of him.
When he got near, he spotted some familiar faces. None looked too happy to see him.
"You got three seconds to make like a tree and get the fuck away." Rox pointed her rifle at the former crew leader.
"Be smart, Prime." Drift also aimed his gun at the guy. "We really don't wanna clap your ass."
"I'm sorry." Prime revved his engine and ran his former friends over, driving straight towards the anomaly Lester had found. He dodged the FiB cars parked near it and drove into the bright blue ball, leaving only tire tracks and small puddles of blood behind. When Drift and Rox finally got to the ball of energy, it disappeared and with it all signs of Prime.
"That sonovabitch..." Rox stood there dumbfounded. "That motherfucking son of a motherfucking bitch."
"ASSHOLE!" Rox broke down in tears and fell on her knees.
Drift just stood there next to her.
"Well." he turned around. "I got bitches to fuck." and he took off in his Sultan, leaving a crying Rox between dead government officials and totalled black cars.
I was a moonless night in Equestria. By moonless I mean that the clouds obstructed the moonlight from touching the land. Princess Luna had taken it upon herself to investigate an odd magical anomaly she sensed in the Everfree Forest. It was only her because her elder sister liked her sleep in the evening and the royal guards did not like venturing into the last remnant of Discords reign.
"Why doth a tree make it's limbs hang this low to the ground?" the dark blue furred princess removed another treebranch from her path to the anomaly.
"No wonder no pony hath ventured into this heinious forest ever since We liberated Equestria." she removed another tree branch out of the way. "The path is unwalkable and it smells of dead flora."
When princess Luna made the path free of a fallen tree that must have been lying there for quite some time, she encountered a sleeping manticore. Slowly and carefully she spread her wings and sneaked past the unconcious beast. However, it was in vain as she stepped on a stone that was hidden underneath the leaves and mud on the ground. The sound of her horse shoe against the rock was loud enough to wake the manticore from it's slumber.
"Dear Us." Luna silently cursed as the wild and large animal took notice of her and let out a loud roar while exposing it's bat-like wings and scorpion tail.
The beast swatted it's front claws at the princess and hit her with full force against a tree, making said tree fall down and rendering Luna barely concious.
The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes was a silver circle within a white circle within a black circle rolling in front of her face.
Moments earlier.
Prime drove his red and white roadster out of the blue portal. The portal vanishing behind him when he got out of the car.
"The fuck did I just do?" he lifted his eyebrows when he closed the door of his car.
Just as he closed said door a loud roar could be heard in the close vicinity. Not taking a second thought, he jumped back into the car and drove towards the sound.
When he got closer after a few seconds, he saw a feral beast had just hurt another creature. Prime stopped his vehicle near the hurt creature and pulled his Assault Rifle out and shot the wild animal in the face, killing it swiftly. With the monster down in a puddle of it's own blood, Prime took a look at the other creature.
The creature had dark blue fur covering it's entire body. Wings on it's back had the exact same color in their feathers, just like the horn on it's head. It also wore a black and white dress that wouldn't look out of place in the Victorian era. The hair on the creature's head was blue translucent and glittered in a way that remided Prime of the night sky. Using his logic he guessed it was a female.
Having no way to get back to Los Santos and having no idea where he was, he decided to clean up the wounds on the blue woman and placing her neatly on her back. Prime himself just decided to lean against the side of his car and keep watch. After all: if one of those beasts existed, more would surely follow.
The moment Luna woke up, she noticed something different: she didn't wake up in her bed. Instead, she woke up on the ground in the Everfree forest. Another thing catched her eye: somepony was watching her while leaning against a red and white metal structure. Said watcher also seemed to smile as he saw her wake up. When Luna looked around for a bit, she also saw a dead manticore covered in it's own blood with a messed up face.
"Hast thou slayed the manticore?" Luna asked the other pony. All he did was walk towards her and wave his arms around.
When he got close enough, however, Luna could see his face was anything but that of a pony. Instead his muzzle was replaced by a mouth underneath what she could only assume was his nose. His eyes were covered by heavily tinted lenses within a golden frame. His mane was swept back, exposing his forehead. His hands were covered in shiny black gloves and his hooves were misshapen and covered by his all black shoes. His appearance alongside his arm movements resulted in a frightening sight for the princess, so she scrambled to get back on her hooves and hide from him.
When the princess found a hiding place behind a large fallen tree, she noticed the white bandaids covering some of her wounds. Feeling said bandaids, she noticed that they were made of the same material as the white parts of her dress. She also noticed that her dress was in horrible shape as pieces were ripped off, leaving nothing left to guess where her improvised bandaids came from. Whe she looked up from inspecting her dress, the face of the strange stallion was right in front of her. This got a high pitched and short sqeak out of her muzzle.
"Was this thine doing?" she pointed at the blood soaked pieces of cloth over her now healed wounds. The creature nodded.
"Then thou shalt be rewarded for thine effords to serve a princess of Equestria." Luna tried to look as regal as possible while covered in grime and sitting on the filthy forest ground.
"We must return to the castle for thee to claim thine reward." she stood up. "And ,most importantly, for Us to make Ourselves more presentable." she added with a small blush that was visible even through her dark blue fur.
The creature also stood up and walked calmly to the red and white structure. It opened a latch on its apperant side and pointed towards the opening. When Luna looked inside the contraption, she saw seats made of a red and smooth material and a few metal ornaments. Taking the hint, she took position on one of the strangely comfortable seats.
Prime's perspective
This was the first time that a woman sat inside of his car that wasn't a prostitute or Rox. At least, he tought it wasn't a prostitute. She said she was a princess and that she was going to reward him at her castle, wich, coming from the city of saints, could mean anything from a blowjob to a huge amount of money to falling in good graces with an important figure in town.
