Foxy flew as fast as he could. His mane blew in the wind, blowing through his feathers. It was exhilarating. However Foxy wasn’t focused on that. He was focusing on beating that mare.
“No way am I letting some wee lass beat me…” he muttered.
Said mare turned back around, flying backwards. “That all ya got, big guy?” she asked.
Foxy growled. “Ye haven’t seen the start o’ it!” He surged forwards suddenly, powered by adrenaline.
“Pfft, boooring” she teased, fake yawning.
“Oh, I’ll show ye borin’!” Foxy said.
He flew downwards towards the town, weaving through the buildings. He heard a whoosh as the mare pulled up behind him. “Hey, not bad. Name’s Rainbow Dash,” she said putting out a hoof.
Foxy reluctantly shook it. “Foxy.”
She quickly flew off again. “Betcha can’t bet me!” she said, dashing off again.
“Lass has the maturity of a 5 year-old,” he said, blasting after Rainbow. She led him through the town, weaving through the streets. She turned around and stuck her tongue out, flying into a sign post. Foxy took this opportunity to overtake her. He flew inside a building, interrupting a tan earth pony scolding her son, who looked on curiously. Foxy flew down the stairs and out the front door, Rainbow hot on his trail. He took a sharp turn upwards into the clouds. Rainbow followed him. She stopped and hovered above the clouds.
“Heh you’re pretty good!” she said. She looked around. “Hey, where’d he go?” suddenly she was pulled down by a red hoof and one made of metal into the clouds.
“Gotcha!”
“Hey, lemme go!”
“OK, OK, hold on ta yer horses,” Foxy said, letting her go. He stopped to consider what that saying might mean in a place like this. He shrugged and jumped out of the cloud with Rainbow.
“OK, you totally tricked me!” she said, annoyed.
“Hey, I’m a pirate. It’s what I do!” Foxy said.
“So the accent isn’t just for show, huh?” she asked. “Wow, that’s really cool!”
“R-really?” Foxy asked. “Wow…nobody’s called me ‘cool’ in a very long time…”
“Wow that must be tough – wait, ‘nobody’? You mean ‘nopony’?” she asked, curious.
“Huh?”
‘Oh, right, it must be different here,’ he thought.
“Uh, Aye, that’s what I meant,” he said.
“So, what were ya doing flying around like that? You didn’t seem to have a destination in mind and you looked kinda pissed.”
“Oh, right, it’s hard ta explain. But yer right, I was angry.” Foxy said. “How did you know I didn’t know where I was going?”
“I’m a professional fly, that’s why! Wonderbolt Reserve as a matter of fact!” she boasted.
“Uh…’Wonderbolt’?” Foxy asked.
“You don’t know who the WONDERBOLTS are??” Rainbow exclaimed, like it was some kind of crime. “They’re only the most legendary flyers in Equestria!”
“Ah…”
“…”
“…”
“So you want me to show you around? Or have you already got a guide?”
“Uh, I’m not sure. I should probably get back ta me friends now. Not sure how to get back though?”
“I’ll help ya! Know where they might be?” Rainbow offered.
“Aye, uh, this Mare called, uh, Flutterby or something’, ya know where she lives?” Foxy asked.
“Yeah, I do! Fluttershy’s one of my best friends! I’ll lead the way!” she offered, flying into the air. “Try to keep up!”