"Your majesties it is simply unfair!" shouted Prince Blueblood.

Celestia's wings flared open and her eyes began to take on a dangerous glint. She started to speak but was distracted by the sight of Luna launching herself from her throne. Blueblood shrank under the oppressive force that was Luna. In a panic his eyes darted about looking for some way to escape but he was fully enveloped by the princess wings. Slowly he looked up and saw the choleric glare of the Princess of the Night. His pupils drew back to pin pricks, his legs felt as though they were made of jelly.

"SILENCE YOU FOALISH MORTAL! WE HAVE PASSED JUDGMENT!" shouted Luna in the Royal Canterlot Voice as she drew closer to the stallion. Who now looked more like a colt who had just been caught stealing from a cookie jar.

"Princess Luna?" said a shaky voice of to her right.

Luna slowly turned to see the pony who had dared speak. Standing there was a teary eyed mare who was being gingerly held by a stallion who sullen look betrayed his own broken heart.

"This had to be done," thought Luna. However, the look in those ponies eyes was enough to quench the fire that was tearing at her soul. Luna sighed and then returned to her seat.

"Blueblood! Your derogatory treatment of the common pony is inexcusable," said Celestia.

"Not to mention how you treat mares as if they are your play things," added Luna.

"So as we said before you will be removed of your title. Your hereditary rites to the throne of Unicornia are here by revoked and your generous holdings will be auctioned off. The proceeds will be donated to various charities throughout Equestria. You are banished from Canterlot under pain of death. Accommodations out of the city will be handled in due haste." Continued the Solar Goddess.

Blue Blood couldn't even look them in the face. He couldn't even summon the courage to look his parents in the face. He just stood there eyes on the floor. It was when he felt a strange sensation that he look up at the sisters. And then he wished he hadn't.

The throne room filled with light that rivaled the sun. It didn't just bore into his eyes, it bored into his very soul. It ended just a quickly as it had started. All he could see was spots. A few moments latter his vision cleared but he already had a good idea what had happened. He heard his mother let out a gasp.

"My baby!" she sobbed.

He looked up to see that Celestia had levitated a mirror in front of him so that he could see his new form. He was a little shorter and his coat was now a pastel brown: his once long glorious blond mane was now short, curly and periwinkle. The only thing that remained was the light blue of his eyes.

"Blueblood from this day own you can never speak your name or else you shall remain the way you are today." said Celestia.

Blueblood nodded before he realized the implications of what the princess had said.

"It almost sounded as if there was a way to redeem himself," he thought, a slight smile formed on his face.

"The spell will only end when a mare loves you for who you...."

"Wait!" interrupted Luna.

Celestia turned a curious eye to her mischievous sister.

"Yes Luna?"

"Do you not see the flaw in that line of reasoning dear sister"

Celestia shook her head no, "Enlighten me."

"All our dear nephew would have to do is string some poor filly along and get her to fall in love with him and the spell would end before he could learn his lesson. I propose a slight alteration to you spell." said Luna smiling.

The room again filled with the aura of powerful magic but this time all the light seemed to be drained and darkness was allowed free reign. The darkness lasted longer than Blueblood could handled and he let out a terrified yell. Hearing a mare-ish scream Blueblood heart pumped even faster. It wasn't until light entered the throne room did he truly understand terror. The mare-ish scream didn't come from his mother, any of the mare guards or even the princess. The un-stallion-esk scream had come from him. He couldn't. No he wouldn't allow himself to look into the mirror because he couldn't accept what he knew to be truth.

"Oh my..." muttered Celestia.

"Bwahaha" Luna couldn't contain herself as she fell from her throne on to the floor laughing hysterically.

The sound of anypony laughing at his expense was the..Very...Worse...Thing. Fear and pride aside he had to see himself. His eyes shot forward to the mirror and met the gaze of the mare in the mirror.

"Wha... oh... no... it.. I." was all Blueblood could say before he passed out.

He stirred a while later. His entire body ached and a cold sweat had dampened his coat. Raising up he felt weak and tired.

"Had it all been a dream?" he thought.

"I am sorry my little pony but this, I am afraid is for the best." Spoke Luna softly.

"It can't be true. I don't deserve this," yammered Blueblood as he turned to the princess.

Shaking her head Luna face started to flush. "You deserve to be better than you are. Many of your ancestors were great and noble ponies. Centuries of plush living have slowly allowed your once proud line to become nothing more than a placeholder compared to the nobility of your forbears. You are not completely to blame. My sister tells me that you were once a sweet and generous colt but, the perversions of your family have made you into a monster who gets what ever you please. This lesson is as much theirs as yours." she stopped to allow her message to sink in.

"I AM A NOBLE! Heir to the throne of Unicornia. I will not be treated with disrespect!" replied Blueblood.

"You are so foalish," retorted Luna as she levitated a small hand mirror over to Blueblood, laying in gingerly on the bed beside him.

Blueblood scooped up the mirror and then threw it as hard as he could onto the floor. The resulting "Crack!" reverberated off the walls of his room.

Luna was tired of trying to reason with the displeased stallion. "The rules of your banishments are as follows: One you cannot return to Canterlot until the spell is broken, two if you tell anypony your real name you will retain the form you now possess until the day you die, and lastly, three the spell can not be lifted until a mare loves you for who you really are. Is that understood?" added Luna stately.

Crushed Blueblood sank back into his bed and buried his head into his pillow and started to sob. He didn't care if Luna saw him or not. He simply didn't care about anything.

He woke up slowly. The smell of mildew was faint on the air and it was something he didn't like. He sulked out of the bed and gazed around the room. It was a studio apartment with pale yellow walls. It had one grimy looking bay window with a small dining table adjacent to it. He glanced out the window to see the busy streets below. It took him a moment to figure out where he was. There were so many places that looked just like this all over the cites of Equestria. He spotted a street sign that read "Carnation Street". The wheels started to turn in his head and it dawned on him where he was, Hoofdale, also known as Tarterustown. Tarterustown was the poorest community in Manehatten.

"A place of vile scum and dirty, smelly, ingrates," he thought.

Sighing he looked around the apartment. It had all the amenities: a refrigerator, stove, microwave, dining table, couch, bed, sink, night stand, alarm clock, and it even had a small book shelf complete with a few books. Not that he knew how to use the stove or the microwave but the were there.

"Cooking is a servants job," He huffed. He strolled over to the refrigerator and opened it. It held all sorts of food and beverages. There was enough in the fridge and in the pantry that was beside it for a week, two weeks if he stretched it.

In one corner was a small closet. It was the closet door that really scared him because it had a full length mirror attached to it. Cautiously he approached the mirror. Standing on the other side of the mirror was the same pastel brown unicorn with the same curly unkempt periwinkle mane and tail.

"Couldn't they have made me a pretty mare," he said as he stomped the floor beneath him. Turning away from his own reflection he felt tears slide down his cheeks. He busted into uncontrollable sobs and would have continued that way had he not been startled by a rough sounding bump from below.

"HEY! KEEP IT DOWN UP THERE! SOMEPONIES WORK THE NIGHTSHIFT LADY, AND I NEED SOME SLEEP!" shouted a voice from below.

Anger started to boil over Blueblood and he yelled, "DON"T YOU KNOW I AM Pri....", he cut himself of midsentence. Paranoid eyes darted around the room waiting for his Aunties' wrath to descend upon him but, none came. Letting out a sigh of relief he returned to the mirror. So what if he wasn't a beautiful mare he wasn't exactly ugly. If he had met a mare that looked just like he did now he knew he wouldn't even waste his time trying to bed her. A mare like he was now was beneath him in every way. Guilt started to weight him down which him very irritated.

"Why am I feeling this way..." he muttered slightly unsure of himself.

He looked over to the kitchen area and then stretched out feeling with his magic but he felt nothing. Magic wasn't something he usually failed but he couldn't do a damn thing.

"Argh" "Why must this be so difficult. I am a unicorn for Celestia's sake." he dropped his head in defeat. It took him a few tries but he managed to open the cupboard with his hooves and secured a drinking glass. He sat in to the counter and the fetched the OJ from the fridge and then unsteadily poured a glass. More of the OJ end up on the counter than in the glass but he didn't give up until he filled the glass to the brim. A few moments of searching he found a drawer with some dish towels and he cleaned up the mess he had made and then he took a swig of the OJ. After finishing his glass he retired to the couch.

It smelt rather unpleasant and was likely older than himself he thought. It occurred to him for the first time that he really was a mare. He lifted up his leg and pined at his loss.

"I am a cock-less nitwit," he spat angrily. His anger subsided and he lifted his leg again and began to explore. Although it was very different in appearances the sensations were very familiar and the softness of it was rather nice. He started to feel a little warm and started to feel like he had cotton mouth. Quickly he felt his face become flushed and he felt a tingly feeling down there. He pulled his hoof back in disgust and began to feel ashamed.

"I am not in the mood for.. mas... I don't even want to say the word." he huffed as he laid back down. Slowly he tenseness he felt fell away and was replaced by anguish. Sobbing again he let his mind wonder but he couldn't let go of the here and now. Bluebood was never a pony who felt sorry for himself he only felt pity for others but as he laid there he never felt so alone and so distant. Everything he was, simply wasn't anymore. His identity nothing more than a brief moment that passed with time.

"How can I ever feel at home in my own skin? How can I ever love myself much less love somepony else? How can some mare or filly ever love me for who I am when I don't know who I am anymore?" he whispered silently to himself.

Author's Note

I haven't written to many Fan-Fictions and I would greatly appreciate anyone with a critical eye when it comes to grammar and any words that sound the same but are not the same as well as words that look as though they have been transposed. Thank you in advanced. I'm looking for an editor is pretty much what I'm getting at.