What if it was Ruby as Ruby?

Ruby crashed through one of the stained glass windows of Canterlot Castle, and landed gracelessly in the middle of Blueblood's presentation on the public benefits of increased taxes. A moment later, she'd bounced off the floor and towards a column. After that, another bounce, and soon, she was bouncing around the courtroom, heedless of Crescent Rose impaling itself in the solid marble floor, a large magazine case making a crater next to it, or Blueblood screaming and running away like a little filly.

Celestia, unbothered by the turn of events, took a dainty sip of her peppermint tea, draining the whole teacup. She made a note to. . . Repurpose some of Luna's heftier coffee mugs. After setting the note down, she calmly reached out with her magic and stopped the red and black clad ballistic girl, upside down and mere feet from hitting her head on. She even held the skirt in place because she was Celestia and she was nice like that. "Pardon me. . . Miss, I presume?"

"Uh huh?" Ruby's answer was only a little more graceful than her landing.

"As glad as I am for the break from my nephew's long-winded short-sightedness, I cannot allow this interruption to court go unpunished."

"Whaaat?"

"Unfortunately, I am unable to appropriately do this, as you're clearly new here, and I must tend to other tasks. Raven?"

"Yes, Princess?" The assistant dutifully asked.

"Please take our guest to the dining hall. You may use the confinement field on her at a booth. See to it that she gets a good meal."

As Ruby was gently lowered onto Raven's back, the human girl, dizzy and dazed, passed out. The assistant, without a word, left to fulfill her orders. "I don't like carrying anyone like this. At least she's being easy on me."

While Raven was going about her task, Celestia repaired the courtroom, starting with the window and working her way in towards the middle. There stood the scythe, one unlike any she'd seen before, and the case. The case was heavy, but moving it and repairing the floor was trivial. The scythe, meanwhile, did nothing. No matter how much she tried, she could not get her magic to hold it. "I suppose it'll have to wait there for now." With a flash of her horn, Celestia teleported away.

Ruby woke up with a groan. She could tell that she was sitting on a comfortable seat, and it felt like she'd been playing pinball, but as the ball. "What happened?" She eventually asked as she opened her eyes.

Across from her was a sight she never could have imagined: a dark blue winged unicorn with a look on its face that screamed, "You woke me up for this?" On the table, right in front of the winged unicorn, was a big mug that said "#1 Bestest Sister Evah," and based on the smell, it had coffee in it. Very strong coffee. To Ruby's left was an odd, glowing wall. To the right was a more normal stone wall.

"What's going on?" Ruby got around to asking.

"Ah, you're awake," Luna observed. Her horn lit up with a silvery blue light and a glass of water, surrounded by a similar glow, began floating. "Here, have a drink." Ruby reached out and accepted the glass, the glow soon dissipating. Suddenly feeling very thirsty, she brought the glass up to her lips and greedily drank the refreshing liquid. Once it was empty, the glass floated back to the other side. "Feeling better?"

"A little. Where am I? Is this a dream?"

"I assure you, it is not a dream. You are currently at the Canterlot Castle dining hall, and I'm here to determine whether or not you're the subject of a recent vision of mine."

What if it was Miranda as Weiss?

"This proposal is ridiculous," Miranda said after making a clean landing with a glyph she had somehow summoned on reflex. The stained glass window hadn't been so fortunate, though. "Tax increases hurt productivity across the board, and even those who would benefit from them will eventually be hurt once the money stops flowing in. Lower taxes make people more willing to produce and spend, and that increased spending is what brings in more money."

"But-" the blonde unicorn stallion in front of Miranda said.

"If you think that the public's spending habits won't change just because of changes in the tax rates, you are sorely mistaken. You're rich, right?"

"Of course I am."

"Surely, you wouldn't want to lose more money than you already are to taxes, right?"

"I don't pay taxes, since I am a noble and reside at this castle."

Miranda went over to Blueblood's presentation and, with exemplary grace and precision, slashed it to pieces. With it destroyed, the noble couldn't help but run away.

"Very well done," Celestia said, sounding more like a teacher than a leader.

"Thank you. Now, why are you a horse, why was he a horse, and what's going on here?"

"Hark, is that a voice of sensibility I hear?" Luna dramatically asked as she entered the courtroom, slamming the doors open. The lunar Princess took in what little sight there was to see: Celestia, Miranda, a destroyed presentation, and the faint, likely imaginary scent of Blueblood tears. "Celestia, I will make her my protege!"

"Luna, it's not that simple," Celestia pointed out.

"Nay, it is that simple. Come, new student of mine!" Luna's horn lit up and Miranda was soon flying out the door.

"What's going on here?"

"Relax. I'll tell you everything I can in a way that you'll be able to easily understand."

"How will this help?" Miranda asked from Luna's gentle grasp in the big, comfy bed. Luna was also a comfortable and comforting presence, in spite of the fact that she was a strange, and apparently very silly horse.

"I am tired, and need sleep. We can talk in your dreams."

Not seeing any way out and feeling incredibly comfortable, it didn't take long for Miranda to fall asleep.

What if it was Ally as Blake?

"This is both demeaning and oddly comforting," Ally said as Fluttershy, somehow, expertly scratched a soft spot between her new cat ears with a hoof. "I'm not sure what to think."

"Ummm. . . Sorry?" Fluttershy had no idea what to do with the mixed statement. On one hoof, she knew she should stop since Ally was feeling that way about it, but at the same time, it was comforting, and that was something to continue, to an extent. "Should I stop?"

". . . Maybe in a minute."

What if it was Sandra as Yang?

Sandra's fall from the sky came to an end when she crashed into a tree. Really, it was more of a diving kick, and the tree was already dead and rotting, so it fell apart. The landing wasn't perfect, but at least she was able to stay on her feet. "Haha! Whoo! That was awesome!"

A number of growls came out of the woods around her, and a pack of wooden wolves surrounded her. Feeling confident and powerful, Sandra put up her fists and got ready to fight. "Come on, you walking Christmas tree rejects!"

Sandra, exhausted and dirty from the fight, collapsed on the front porch of a wooden house in the middle of an apple orchard. All she had to do was wait for someone to show up. "I'm sure they'll let me in. I don't know how they'll take the-"

"Ah don't know what it was, Mac, but somethin' turned those timberwolves into kindling, and Ah'm not comfortable knowing that something that can do that is lurking in the forest around here," a female voice with a southern accent said.

"If it comes on the farm, we can deal with it," a male voice with less of a southern accent stated.

"Ah hope you're right." A moment later, an orange pony with a hat and a bigger red pony with a yoke walked into Sandra's view, and stopped when they saw her. "Mac, what is that?"

"Oh my god, you speak English," Sandra said with only mild amazement. She was still too tired to drum up any extra energy.

"It speaks Equish."

"Sounds female," Mac noted.

"Ah'll go get Twilight. Make sure she doesn't go anywhere." Applejack, without waiting for an answer, left to do what she said.

For a whole minute, neither Sandra or Big Mac said anything. Finally, the stallion did. "You get in a fight with something?"

"Wooden wolves," Sandra answered. She couldn't find the brainpower to come up with anything else.

"I see." The stallion nodded, putting the pieces together. "You promise not to hurt anypony if you can help it?"

"Not unless they attack me first. Or I have a good reason to fight."

"It better be a real good reason."

The conversation ended there, and the two stayed where they were in silence. Some minutes later, there was a flash of lavender magic, and Twilight and Applejack were there. The farmer looked a bit dizzy. "Ah'm never gonna get used to that."

"It's not that bad, Applejack," Twilight assured her friend before noticing Sandra and recoiling a bit at the dirt covered clothing. "It looks like you got into a fight with a timberwolf."

"A whole pack," Big Mac added.

"Wait, you're saying she's the one that beat up those timberwolves?" Applejack asked. "Well, she hasn't done anything to anypony yet, so Ah suppose she's okay for now. Twi, do you think it would be okay if we take her in until she's on her hooves again?"

"I won't stop you, Applejack," Twilight said. "That being said, I will need to talk to her sometime soon."

"Legal stuff?"

"Yeah. Legal stuff."

"The worst kind of stuff," Sandra added.

Author's Notes:

Title says it all. I may do more.