I was thinking about this when I was speeding on the highway so I'm gonna repost it. I might repost subsequent chapters every couple of days as the mood strikes me, who knows.

=Aces High=

>Equestria.
>The city of Cloudsdale. Practically the pegasus capital of Equestria and home to the weather factories.
>Weather from Drackenridge Mountains all the way down to Marehiem was produced in Cloudsdale.
>The pegusi here were a jovial type who worked hard and played harder.
>So it made sense that they were big fans of racing.
>You are Anonymous and you are a Wonderbolt.
>First human to be one, first alien too.
>You had landed in Equestria a few years ago with only your baby to your name, it had just made sense to get a job flying, you didn't expect it to lead to you becoming a celebrity.
>Not that everyone was happy about that...
>The idea of an alien not only being considered to join a national treasure of a team not to mention PASSING their rigorous enrollment process had been less than well received. Especially considering how you were able to do it.
>"Cheating" they called it. "A technicality, nothing more."
>It annoyed you. Mostly because you trained your ASS off at the Academy to even pass the fitness requirements.
>A little recognition for that kind of work would be appreciated, a guy couldn't get along on his flight suit making his butt look good forever.
>"Yo Anon!" a voice calls.
>You look up and see Soarin' and Fleetfoot, both dressed and ready for the race hovering in the air.
"What's up, Soar?"
>"We can't find Spitfire! You seen her?"
>Christ, that mare.
>She could turn Stalliongrad into Las Pegasus inside four hours if she put her mind to it.
>You think back to that party she threw on the Albatross last night and get an idea.
"Shit...Soar, go get to the track and warm the others up! I'll get our esteemed leader!"
>Soarin' nods, salutes, and flies off to the stadium as you make your way to the docks.