The world of Equestria was that of a more technologically advanced society than it was thousands and thousands of years ago. Those many years ago, Princess Celestia discovered a mirror shaped object that was able to transport her to a world filled with a species she never imagined she would see in her lifetime. Humans.

Rather than close off such an artifact, she had her most prestigious royal scientists and explorers; study and research the strange new land; and, with such information came ideas of the uses for such technology in Equestria. One-hundred years after the exploration of such a dimension, architects, inventors, and business ponies alike were both amazed and intrigued by such fantastical building structures and technology, which ultimately led to attempts at emulating and replicating the alien technology.

Most of these efforts were successful.

The outcome of such technological innovations that swept Equestria led to an all-out rise in greater educated population, such as the information that not only pertained mostly towards Equestria but information about the human world as well. And with such information, a large abundance of political ideologies came into play, with many ponies petitioning for a modicum of democratic influence. As a result of many rallying behind the democratic ideology, the 'Equestrian Constitution' allowed for a Prime Minister to gain most of the political power and general royal duties that befell upon Celestia, while in turn, Celestia's political power would be lessened to only her current position as judge of the day court.

By the time that Twilight Sparkle, one of Celestia's former students, received her talent mark, the use of computing, cellular phone, television and even automotive technology had expanded beyond Equestria. Although some minor changes were done in order to accommodate for the equine species, such as the magic gloves which were magically charged gloves that emulated the feelings and mechanics of a human hand, as a way for all equine races to grip the steering wheel of an automobile with ease; the innovations of such creations supported Equestria, and many countries economically with an increasing employment rate, which in turn, caused the population to rise.

As a way to accommodate the increasing population, Celestia, the prime minister, and many other world leaders followed came to an ultimate agreement of building cities in areas of the world that were entirely too inadequate for such a populous.

...Which now brings us to Ponyville...

The day after the reformation of nightmare moon, an election was held in Ponyville for a new mayor. After the following election days, the one chosen for mayoral duty was a pony that most felt was right for the job. Granny Smith, with her immense wisdom of Ponyville, and being one of the founders of the city, it'd only make sense to vote for her.

As a business pony, she began working on reforms for every and any business owner in Ponyvillian economics; she then started various projects and conferences with many architects to construct larger buildings in the town. One of the buildings she suggested, titled, "Tower of Comradery", was modeled after the World Trade Center of the human world with few changes to the structure such as the statue of one of the founders placed at the top of the building.

As of today, a petition was formed for the change from Ponyvile to New Mane City. In the next few hours, the results will be announced at a press conference in the Tower of Comradery

The streets of Ponyville slowly began to die down, as Celestia's sun began to set. "Have a fantastic day!" Pinkie exclaimed happily, as the last customer left the small bakery.
After Granny Smith was elected, she opted to expand small businesses; the first on her list of 'ma and pop' stores was Sugarcube corner. Because of her contributions to the bakery, she helped expand the store's business to other Equestrian states.

In the back, Mrs. Cake began cleaning off the counter of the various contents strewn about, while Mr. Cake took to the tables, wiping each one. The door rang once again, as a young grey colt entered the store with his saddle bag on his back. He scanned the room to see if he arrived before the store could close; however, his eyes became fixed on the yellow colored equine. He stared at Mr. Cake a good ten minutes until the pink mare behind the counter attempted to call over the young unicorn

"Hello, earth to- whatever your name is- are you alright?" the young unicorn continued to stare.

"Um, Mr. Cake," She began, catching the attention of both the colt and her boss, "I think you somepony might want to talk to you?" Curious, Mr. Cake turned to see the customer in question. The grey equine blinked once he met face to face with the shop owner. The long was a long span of silence between the two, while the young unicorn looked longingly at the stallion, Mr. Cakes would occasionally away from his eyes. What finally broke the tension was the sudden movement of the colt, as he removed his saddlebags from his back, and began looking into it.

In his bag, he pulled out a photographed picture. He looked at the picture, then back to Mr. Cake, the back to the picture repeating the same head movements until he finally stopped and stared at the slightly uneased stallion.

"No. Fuckin'. Way"

Mr. Cake face went from uneasy, to slight irritation. With good reason being that his two young foals were not out of hearing distance. "Sir," he began, "are you going to buy something or-" before he could finish speaking, the colt exclaimed a word, or rather, a name that Mr. Cake had tried so long to forget.

"Accelerator...is that really you!?" The moment he heard that name, his eyes widen in both ineffable shock and fear, for he had not heard of such a surname in years. In an attempt to steer the suspicious activity away from him, he quickly composed himself before replying back to the young colt.

"I-I beg your pardon-" he stuttered, but was once again cut off by the awe-stricken customer.

"I can't believe it's you," he paused. As he continued to look at the baker, his face changed to that of slight disgust "I can't believe it's you..."

Entering the conversation, was a now curious blue earth pony. As she looked towards her husband, a sense of worry began to grow in her. "Is everything alright, honey?" she asked. Both males look towards her in a state of surprise.

"Honey?" The colt looked on in confusion before the realization finally struck him. "Wait, you settled-"

"I'm sorry sir the bakery is closed," Mr. Cake quickly walked over to the colt and forcefully pushed him out of the store. Struggling to keep his stance, the unicorn began to bargain and plead with the owner, claiming several times that he was just there for a baker's dozen. Obviously, the stallion was having none of it. "Wait," he began as Mr. Cake had pushed him further and further towards the door frame, "can I at least ask you one thing before you throw me out?"

"And what's that?" he complied

"Can I get an autograph?" With much gusto, the baker quickened his pace and pushed out the crazed unicorn. When he reentered the store, both his wife and employee looked at him with much confusion. Mrs. Cake then asked her husband about the event that unfolded in front of her.

"What was that all about dearie?" she asked concerned for the well-being of her life partner. Pinke also entered the conversation, as she became a little suspicious of her employer.

"Yeah, I've never seen you this upset since that hoofball game." Recounting the many pieces of broken glass left by Mr. Cake and his sports buddies. Also having to extinguish the fire that Spike created in her bedroom.

Remembering such events, he began to blush a heavy tomato red breaking eye contact with the two. "Well first off," he began, returning his look towards the two, "Pinke, Cup Cake I've apologized immensely about that game night, could we please just forget about that for a second." Although she was slightly annoyed by his 'forgive and forget' gesture, Pinke and Cup Cake decide not to go down that road once more.

"And secondly..." he trailed off, once again breaking away from the concentrated looks "I want you to close the store, but could you call Twilight and the others over." With a slight look of worry on her face, Pinke made her way to front door and flipping the switch for the neon sign from OPEN to CLOSE

Taken aback by her husband's suddenly serious tone, she made her way upstairs to gather her two foals. When she returned, she glanced at Pinke, who was seen sporadically texting her friends at a quickened pace. "Carrot Cake," she began "please tell me what going on."

He sighed deeply before facing back to his significant other."Honey...I need to be one-hundred percent honest with you..." He took a brief pause before finally finishing his sentence. "I've been lying about my past," he continued, as his wife's face contorted to that of absolute dread "My real name isn't Carrot Cake...It's Accelerator."

"Wait," Pinkie looked at her employer with slight mistrust in her eyes, "Are you telling me that-" Mr. Cake cut her off before she could affirm out her conclusion.

"That's right" he confirmed his pink co-worker. "I'm known as one of the best drag racers in Equestria."

Author's Note

To those of you reading you may be wondering, wasn't this story here before? Well, the reason why I'm re-uploading this fic is that, while I would really like to make this into a comic, or a short animated series, I'm far too busy with my other comic Idol so I decided to give this fic another shot.

With that out of the way, get ready for a tale of adventure, determination, and excitement!