Swift sat with the princess as they enjoyed a nice meal before bed. It didn't take long for Swift to notice the lack of guards outside his room. Hopping out of bed he made his way to the window. After a quick check out the window he prepared for takeoff.

"If you're going to keep an eye on me. I hope you can keep up." He teased at the corner of the room where a female batpony stood.

She sheepishly stepped out and bowed her head. "Sorry sir. The princess ordered me to tend to your needs."

Smirking, Swift replied. "Then I NEED you to stay quiet about me leaving the room. Savvy?"

After a moment of thought she nodded.

"Good. Then I'll be off."

And with that he hopped out the window. Unaware of a dark alicorn watching from a nearby window. "A rebell… What shall I do with you?" She thought, watching him jump from building to building.

Swift jumped from rooftop to rooftop, enjoying the sights and sounds of the nightlife. Gliding to the street he watched as a shifty stallion followed a timid mare into an alleyway. Taking a deep breath he quietly followed them and watched as the stallion set his saddle bag on a crate before cornering the mare.

"So hot stuff. How about you show me that fine flank?" The stallion laughed, licking his lips.

Spotting a blade poking out of the crate, Swift took it in his hoof and stepped up behind the stallion after switching his eyepatch to the opposite eye, revealing a cat-like pupil. "Or how about you let the lass go and show me your flank?"

The mare let out a scared eap as the stallion froze. "Pppppplease don't hurt me." He whimpered.

"Let's see how fast you can let the lass go then." Swift replied, motioning with his head for the mare to run.

With a scared nod the mare got up and fled. After a moment Swift released the stallion before spinning around and delivered a buck to the back of his head before slicing off his balls.

Coming to a full stop he looked at the bag and quickly picked out some goods before flying up to the rooftops. "Oh. This knife is going to be my new friend."

The mare soon arrived with the guards to find an unconscious stallion with a pair of severed testicles on the ground. A 'loud' scream sounded from the mare before she fainted.

Several blocks away Swift readjusted his eyepatch as he slipped out of a store with several bottles before he flew to a rooftop. With a broad smile he landed and relaxed against a chimney. He let one of his legs hang over the edge, his leg swinging ideally as he popped the lid off one of his bottles.

"Such an eventful place." He laughed, taking a swig before toying with his new knife. "To think they'd be so openly friendly. And so easy to con." Tapping the tip against his chin, Swift hummed to himself. "Come to think about it. If I'm going to be stuck here. I should put together a new team… but where to start?..."

Taking a swig from the bottle he looked up at the stars. "Now that I think about it. Should I see about getting something other than a simple boat?" Taking a deep breath Swift sighed. "Seems I have quite a bit to think about in this place. But for now… I guess I can play nice."

Lifting his eyepatch he smiled at the stars. His different colored 'normal' eyes shining in the light. "At least till I start my reputation." He laughed.

As the night ticked by he looked around town, exploring the different backstreets before finding himself at a bar.

Fixing his eyepatch he entered, a smirk crossed his face at the familiar smell and sound, causing his mouth to water.

"Hold it pal." A gruff stallion huffed. "This is a stallion only bar. Mare night isn't till tomorrow." At those words several stallions laughed as they watched the big guy block Swift.

Rolling his eyes, Swift once again cursed his slender figure. "Haven't heard that one before." He sighed sarcastically. "Have you heard the one where the big guy begs the little guy for mercy?"

"What?" Was all the stallion got out before he found himself on his back with a hoof on his balls.

"Now. Are you going to give up? Or shall I end your line now?" Swift asked, pressing his hind hoof down on the stallion's balls, as his other hoof held his blade to the big guy's neck.

"Sorry." The stallion whimpered.

"What was that?" Swift asked, pressing down on his balls.

"I'm sorry! You're welcome to the bar. Please don't hurt me." He begged.

"Say it." Swift threatened. "Nice and loud for the bar to hear. Who's the mare?"

"I am!" He cried.

With a smirk, Swift stepped past him and went to the counter. "How about a bottle of your best stuff. On the 'mare's' tab." He asked with a broad smile before turning to said stallion. "Or do you have a problem with that?"

Pulling out his coin purse the stallion let out a whimper. "No… no problem at all sir."

With a smile Swift sat back and enjoyed his drinks as he listened to the talk of the night. By the end of it, he stumbled back to his room with a bag of rum, a smile on his face and new knowledge of this strange new world. "Drink up me hearties yo ho."

Luna sat in her room, thinking about what she should do or if she should let him leave her side. Oddly the thought excited her and scared her at the same time. If she did send him away. Where should she send him? Perhaps she should follow her sister's lead? What should she do?

Letting out a sigh she returned to her task of looking over the dreamscape. "I'll think more about it tomorrow."

Author's Note

Wonder who all he'll run into next and who he'll get to know better.