Now former Senator and businessman Blueblood stared down at his hooves after being shoved through the base of that statue and experiencing the odd rainbow kaleidoscope that stretched and twisted his body. Looking up from the floor, he stared up at the face of a pink horse with wings and a horn, ceremonial gold armor adorned its chest and hooves, a little golden crown sat atop its head. Its mane, instead of being normal horse-colored, was stripes of pink, purple and white. Standing next to the big pink winged and horned horse was a smaller white horse that had a horn coming out its head and an electric blue mane. Flanking the two horses were other hoses with crystalline coats, wearing crystalline armor.

As the big pink horse spoke, he didn't bother to listen, instead going over the event that led to him becoming a horse.

When it came time to go to his office, Blueblood was a mental wreck. Instead of sleeping, he had been up all night mulling over who Kay-kay and Moony were that Scratch had said were coming for him. At some point he had started drinking as he searched all his files and even the government database. Not even an inkling who Kay-kay and Moony were. By the time the clock chimed that it was time for him to go to the office, he wasn't just an emotional wreck, he was also a drunken mess. The intercom buzzed. It was the limo driver his office had sent. "I'll be down in a few minutes.", he said into the intercom. If he had been sober, he would have realized that he never put in a call to his office for a limo.

Blueblood put on a clean, fresh suit fifty thousand dollar suit made of Kashmir wool. Ran a comb through his blonde hair. Slipped on a pair of thousand dollar black silk socks and slipped on the new five thousand dollar Italian leather shoes. Looking through the tie rack, he chose a simple black one made of imported Chinese silk that matched the color of his suit. He picked up a pair of eighteen karat gold cuff links with mother-of-pearl inlays and matching tie tack. To top it off, he put a pair of two thousand dollar sunglasses on his face. Stepping out his front door, the outfit he wore cost more than most people's mortgages Note to self: call up the One Horse bank main branch and have them revoke the mortgages of the teachers of Canterlot High. That should make my two aunts sweat as they try and figure out how to help those trash people out.

Stepping into the back of the limousine, Blueblood noticed a fresh cup of coffee and two aspirins waiting for him. Picking up the cup, he took a sip of the hot, rich, dark liquid. It was the perfect blend, the perfect temperature. Popping the two aspirins in his mouth, he swallowed them down with a gulp of the hot, dark liquid. As he sat in the back of the limo as it drove off, he went over his itinerary for the day. It looked like today was going to be a light day, he only had a meeting scheduled for that morning in an hour.

As the limo pulled a couple of blocks away from his mansion and slowed to make a turn, Blueblood heard the whine of sirens. Looking out the back window, he saw a long row of black SUVs that had red and blue flashing on top pull up tothe main gate of his mansion. "Driver. Turn around so I can find out what's going on.

The driver,instead of turning around, or saying anything, simply let up the partition. The electric door locks engaged with a *clunk*.

Blueblood jiggled the door handles. He tried to pull up the locks. No dice! They were the completely rounded and smooth ones. He unscrewed the plungers. The little threaded bolt was too far down for him to get a hold of. He tried the switch for the window. The window locks had been engaged! He tried the sunroof. It had been locked too! He tried kicking the windows. No such luck! They were made of thick bulletproof glass that only a high caliber bullet designed to penetrate armor could get through. He banged on the partition. "Driver! I demand you pull over this instant and let me out!" No response. The partition didn't even slide a fraction of an inch, nor did the car even change its speed in the slightest, just maintaining its constant speed to its destination, his office. He began to frantically pound on the partition. "Do you know who the fuck I am?! I am Senator fucking Blueblood! I have more money than God himself! You will pull over this very instant and let me out, or I will make you watch as I have the guts of everybody you've ever loved and known pulled out in front of your eyes! Your spouse! Your children! Your siblings! Your aunts! Your uncles! The guy you bought breakfast from this morning! The little girl who live next door to you! Their guts all over the floor! You want that?! Let me out! Let me out this instant!" His threats and insistences were ignored. He began begging. "Please! Just let me out! I'll give you anything you want! Just name it! A million dollars! Two million dollars! Men! Women! Boys! Girls! Animals?" His begging was ignored and the car continued on its route.

Blueblood resigned himself. The driver was either deaf or stupid or had no one who loved them or... He began banging on the partition again. "Are you Kay-kay? Moony?! Scratch?! I know that's you up there you bastard! You fucked up now! There won't be a hole deep enough that I won't be able to find you!" He slumped back in the back seat. He picked up the partially drunk cup of coffee and threw it at the partition. The dark liquid splattered across it and dribbled down, the ruptured cup and broken lid bounced into the floorboard. He smirked at his small victory, no matter how insignificant it was. The driver would have to take time out of the day. He just wished he could poop right now, he'd leave them a real mess to clean up.

The limo pulled up to the office. Blueblood looked out the window. He saw people wearing windbreakers bearing the seals of all of the alphabet agencies. They had set up simple wooden barricades. Across the street some of them were holding back the tide of journalists. Agents walked in and out of the building carrying boxes in their arms marked "evidence". Intermixed with the agents were people wearing archaic armor. The limo came to a stop, the engin cut off and with a *clunk* the door locks disengaged.

A Secret Service agent walked up and opened the car door. "Blueblood, come with us, please." As he got out of the car, several agents quickly ushered him to the building.

Blueblood pushed back against the agents ushering him to the building and shouted to the journalists,"Whatever they've told you. I assure it's all lies. This is a witch hunt! A WITCH HUNT!" The agents quickly shoved him forward."I'm going! I'm going! Just had to throw chum to the circling sharks." As he with his entourage of agents reached the front door, the agent standing by it opened it for them. The agents that had armfuls of cardboard evidence boxes stepped aside for them. He sneered defiantly at the evidence-toting agents.

There on a chair was his secretary, Gladys. Streaks of mascara marred her cheeks as she dabbed her eyes with a tissue while an agent was talking softly to her. Looking up, she locked eyes with Bluedblood, anger, hurt and rage flashed at the same time across her face. Getting up, she stormed over to him. "Is it true?! All those people you hurt?! All those people you killed?!"

"Gladys, I assure it's all--"

She spat in his face, causing his words to cut off.

"Don't you dare lie for me anymore! Don't. You. DARE! And to think I defended you all these years to my friends and family! And now here at the end of it all, you can't even look me in the face and tell me the truth! Consider this my official resignation." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the building.

Blueblood wiped the spittle from his cheek. "Well that could have gone a lot worse."

A middle aged woman wearing a badge with the seal of the CIA on it walked up, her greying blonde hair done up in a bun. "I can assure you, Blueblood, it's about to get worse."

"Co-director, I mean Director Molly Williams. How nice to see you.", Blueblood said in his best smarmy, condescending tone.

Molly waved off the agents. "Go back about picking this place clean for evidence. Remember to tear down every wall panel and rip up every floorboard. Who knows where this slimy snake has stashed evidence of all his crimes and the routing numbers for his offshore accounts." She gestured to the elevator. "This way."

As the two stepped into the elevator, she pressed the button for the penthouse office.

"So tell me, Molly. Your family ever find out what happened to your brother and sister?", Blueblood said with a smarmy snicker.

"I know exactly where Megean is buried, Prince. As for what happened to Danny, well, now that there is a new group helping, I'm sure his remains will be found and buried where they belong.", Molly said. She turned to face him. "I remember before you changed your name to Prince, it was Gaylord. Is your ego so big that you couldn't stand teasing by high school kids as an adult?"

Blueblood clenched his fists and fumed. He hated his parents for naming him Gaylord. The teasing from his fellow students was bad enough, but his stepfather had also mercilessly taunted for his name until he had it legally had it changed to Prince.

"You know people call you Purple Rain." Molly gave a chuckle-snort. She couldn't help herself.

"And your name is for a popular party drug."

"At least my name is synonymous with a good time. Your name is synonymous with a rock star who is remembered for much better songs."

Blueblood had to give it to her, that was a good one, not that he'd ever give her that benefit.

The bell dinged signaling they had reached the penthouse office. The two stepped out of the elevator. Standing by his closed office door was a Secret Service agent. He whispered into his lapel, then pulled the door open for them.

President Lewis Theisman was sitting on the desk thumbing through Blueblood's Rolodex as he chatted with two giantesses. Their hair gently flowed on ethereal breezes. The one on the right's hair was a flowing pastel rainbow. The one on the left's was a flowing field of stars and constellations.

"Ah, Prince Blueblood, Director Molly Williams! Come in! Come in!Allow me to introduce you to Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, ruling diarchs of Equestria.", President Theisman said. "I really wished this visit of theirs was on better circumstances. So you could tour their country. A land of ponies who talk! Ponies, I have the correct term, princesses?"

"Yes, you are correct, president.", Luna said. "We are ponies."

"A land of talking ponies! And they've built a society as complex as any here on Earth.", President Theisman said. "And the best part, magic real! Freaking magic! They use it in everything from things as mundane as moving boxes to providing near unlimited, clean energy for their country! Think about it! If we had those magical generators! We could use it to provide every home with more than enough power! They also use magic to grow food so plentiful that no one there goes hungry unless they choose to do so! And they control their weather with flying ponies called pegasi! Her eon Earth Pegasus was a mythical winged horse from ancient legends, but there, they make one third of their population and are as common as an average person here."

"Mister president, not to interrupt your praising of our country and what we can do for one another. But I have many responsibilities to take care of. And my sister isn't normally up this long after sunrise without a nap or buckets of coffee. Let us get to what we discussed.", Celestia said.

President Theisman stood up from the desk. "Ah, yes. What had been discussing. He gestured to the chair. "Please take a seat, Prince. You'll want to be sitting down for this."

Blueblood tentatively took his seat behind the desk. He shot suspicious glances at the president, the CIA director and the two princesses.

The president walked up behind him and clapped both hands down on his shoulder, then reached over to the desk and pressed the button on the intercom. "Show our guest in, please."

Blueblod's eyes practically bugged out of his head. Standing there across the room was a clone of him. "Wha...huh?!"

"Former Senator Prince Blueblood, you are to be remanded into the custody of the Equestrian authorities for the repeated murder attempts of the princesses subject, Sunset Shimmer.", Molly said.

"This has to be some sort of sick joke!", Blueblood exclaimed, gesturing between his clone and himself.

"I assure you that this is no joke.", President Theisman said, leaning down to Blueblood's ear. "This is your replacement. The princesses adopted nephew, Prince Gaylord of House Blueblood. He's a real prince, not some overstuffed, egotistical asshole who changed his name. Well, I mean he is an overstuffed, egotistical asshole, and overstuffed, egotistical asshole with a real title."

Pony Prince Blueblood sniffed at being called an overstuffed, egotistical asshole, but he refused to allow one who was below his station see his derision. He simply inspected the fingernails at the end of his fingers. "How long must I be in this absolutely disgusting monkey body?"

"In two days the One Horse jail will report that former Senator Blueblood will have managed an escape with the aid of a pair of accomplices and made his way to the airport to board his private jet and managed to fly away. Five hours later it will be reported to have lost radar contact somewhere over the Gulf of Mexico. You see the problem with the small private jets is that they often don't receive as much maintenance as the big commercial jetliners. Forty-eight hours later they will find the jet,but no body will be found. There will be a search for the remains, probably for months.", Molly said. "We can have you back home twenty-four hours after the escape is reported." She looked human Blueblood straight in the eyes. "I'm sure there will be a funeral, complete with empty casket and professional mourners. But within thirty-six hours the stories of all you've done will hit the airwaves and the news cycle will forget the tragic death of former Senator Prince Blueblood, and the story of the corrupt senator who used extortion, blackmail and murder cover up his many crimes, and even used his vast wealth and connections to cover up the multiple gang rapes his son committed. The story of the corrupt bastard Senator Prince Blueblood will live on for weeks in the news cycle for weeks at least, unless a cute kitten does something amazing or a little girl falls down a well."

Blueblood glared indignantly at all around him. They had planned everything down to the minutiae and they were going to orchestrate a kidnapping and replacement by a cheap imitation, all the while the media would slander his his name in a witch hunt! Leaping to his feet, grabbing the drawer on his desk, he flung it open and snatched up the Walther PPK within. "There's no way some horsey whores are going to kidnap so that some imitator can fake being me!" He aimed the pistol at Luna and pulled the trigger.

Blueblood stared in dumbfounded shock as the bullet was held in a golden field millimeters from Luna's forehead. Celestia, her face a mask of rage, stared with murderous intent at him. Her irises were a pair of blazing gold embers. Luna's eyes flashed momentarily with vertical cat-like slits. He felt the pistol ripped from his grip and it landed in Luna's hand. She closed her fist, crushing the pistol. Celestia's eyes went back to their normal rosy pink and the bullet dropped.

Blueblood dropped to his knees in defeat. He had just tried to murder a goddess, and they hand proven not only to be faster than a bullet, but also stronger then gun steel. He had just stared down a pair of goddesses, and he was the one who flenched. He felt empty. He felt hollow. He was one of the richest men in the world, but right now he felt poorer than the most destitute hobo.

Secret Service agents swarmed into the room brandishing sub-machine guns, assault rifles, shotguns and pistols.

President Theisman waved them off. "Stand down! Stand down! Everything is under control here." He bet over and picked up the spent casing, then extended a hand to Luna. May I have the pistol...you crushed?...And the bullet, please? No need to further exacerbate in international, inter-dimensional and inter-species incident by leaving the evidence of an attempted assassination laying around." She placed the crushed pistol in his hand, then picked up the bullet.

"I think I shall keep this and have it made into a necklace as a monument to his failure." Luna gestured to the disgraced senator on his knees.

The president simply shrugged, then placed the crushed pistol and spent casing in his pocket. "I must bid you all a good day. I've got press conferences to hold, hands to shake, babies to kiss, bills to approve and veto, and whatnot. I hope to see you both again very soon under better circumstances. Maybe at the White House rose garden for brunch? My wife makes a quiche that is scrumptious, but a bit fattening."

"We both look forward to it.", Celestia said with the practiced smile of a politician.

The president was quickly ushered out to do presidential things.

Molly walked over to the intercom on the desk and pressed the button. "I need a bag and cleaning."

A dozen CIA agents entered the room. Two approached the defeated and disgraced former senator. One slipped a black canvas bag over his head and the other pulled his hands behind his back and zip-tied his wrists together. He was roughly shoved to the floor.

"How did Megan die?", Molly asked.

"In her sleep at one hundred and forty-five, surrounded by those who called her mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. In her life she had adopted and raised twenty orphaned foals. Her remains are laid to rest in the catacombs under Canterlot Castle.", Celestia said.

"Is that where Majesty's castle stood?"

"Yes. In fact grandmother's old keep is now the throne room where Tia and I hold court.", Luna replied.

"Don't worry, we'll find what happened to Danny and bring him home. All who have been touched by the Rainbow of Light will find their way back to the ponies, even Sunset's friends.", Celestia said.

Blueblood found himself picked up, carried down stairs and unceremoniously dumped into the back of an unmarked van. The last thing he remembered before being shoved into the plinth of the statue that served as a portal to another was the bag pulled from his head and the zip tie cut from his wrists.

Blueblood stared up at the face of the pink pony princess. He hadn't heard what she had said. It didn't matter. He was a man without a world. He couldn't go back home. Back there he would be written off as dead soon enough and all his sins would be lain bare for all to see, and if were to ever show his face there again, he'd be made dead-dead.

"Prince Blueblood the hoomun of Earth, do you understand the charges that have been leveled against you?", Princess Cadance asked.

He didn't, he really didn't. He didn't really hear what she said as he stared up at the pink pony princess. Another goddess. Another fucking goddess? How many fucking horse goddess does this world have simply just walking the fuck around? "Yes.", Blueblood lied. This wasn't the first lie he told today. Why break with a winning strategy?

"Very well.", Princess Cadance said. "Do you have anything you wish the scribes to put into official record before you are clapped in irons and placed on the pegasi chariot bound for Canterlot?"

"The bill always comes due."

The scribes scribbled down his words as the Crystal Guards clapped irons on all four legs and applied a restraining ring to his horn.

The cell Blueblood sat in was much better than the ones he had been shown in tours of jails and prisons back on Earth. The mattress, though a bit lumpy, was clean and usable, the cell, though a bit small, was clean, there were even proper toiletries and a small spigot to get clean water from. He had half-expected a grungy dungeon cell filled with creeping damp and mold, a pile of hay to lie on crawling with biting parasites, a trough with filthy water and a bucket to shit in.

That morning Princess Celestia came personally to his cell carrying a tray of homemade pancakes and fruit made in the likeness of a funny face. "~Good morning!~", she sang out in a pleasant tone. "I hope you slept well last night." She used her magic to open the cell door, placed the tray on the floor and closed it back. "Eat up. Those are the last homemade pancakes with fresh fruit you might be eating in a long time." She trotted off back the way she came.

Blueblood ran to the cell door and waved a hoof through the bars."Princess, wait! Who are Kay-kay and Moony?"

"Eh? Oh! That's one of the silly nicknames Discord gave Luna and I. ~Eat up!~"

"And Mister Scratch?!"

"That was one of the names his mind came up with when he visited your universe. That's the funny thing about the spirits of chaos. You can petrify their bodies, but their minds can still wander the multiverse. There was this one absolutely awful universe he visited a few times where he called himself each time he showed up Khorne, Tzeench, Nurgle, Slaanesh, Gork, Mork and Cegorach. At least that's how I think he pronounced those names. You'll have to ask him yourself when he pops by. And as Rarity said: ~Ta-ta, dah-ling!~" With a flash of light, she disappeared.

Blueblood flopped onto his haunches. "He gave me every chance to back off and join him, and I squandered it.", he whispered.

"Righty-oh you did little boy blue!", Discord said with a chuckle as he appeared in the cell. "Tsk-tsk. You had such great potential for chaos. But no matter." His voice turned sinister. "I always get what's owed to me in the end."

The walls, floor and ceiling rolled upand flapped like a pull blind. Blueblood found himself floating a realm where stars were born in the forge of creation one second, ripped apart by the forces of entropy the next, then remade into new and interesting shapes the next.

Discord's voice took on a menacing and distorted tone. "Oh the sights I will show you!" He turned and looked at the reader. "But not for you to see." He reached up with his lion's to a ball chain attached to a lightbulb and pulled the chain. *click*

The next sound was an anguished scream.

Author's Note

Blueblood gets his comeuppance and Discord collects his debts.

In the next chapter Sunset and Wallflower will get their happy ending.