I've had this written for about three years now, but didn't post it since I wasn't sure about it. I'm still not sure what to do with it, but whatever. I think it has potential so we're rolling with it.

Fallen Star

Star moaned and rolled over as the early afternoon light shone into her room. 2 p.m. on a Tuesday morning. Or afternoon. Whatever. Most people would consider that a completely unreasonable time to be waking up. If fact, any responsible adult would say that the only people who would even consider the prospect of such a strange sleep schedule are destined to remain unemployed rejects in society, living off their parents' money for the rest of their lives. Either that, or they're unreasonably wealthy.

But for an unemployed reject planning on living off her parents' money for the rest of her life who also happens to be unreasonably wealthy like Star Butterfly, it was just another regular Tuesday morning. Or afternoon. Whatever.

The now 22-year-old Star rolled out of bed and fell flat on the floor, staying there for a moment before slowly pulling herself to her feet. She stretched, then took a minute to let the Southern California sunlight warm her naked body. Though half of her house's walls were made of glass, allowing for a beautiful view of the ocean from the hill her San Diego beach house sat upon, the home was fairly isolated, so there wasn't much reason to worry about any Peeping Toms. Of course, even if there were any out there, it's not like Star would care. After all, she wasn't a child anymore. Dazzling baby blue eyes and twin heart shaped birthmarks on a cute, youthful face; modest B-cup breasts on a toned, athletic figure; wide hips that swung with confidence as she walked; golden blond hair that flowed down her back, ending mid-thigh, covering her firm, round butt. She was beautiful. Simply beautiful.

And with beauty comes confidence. But confidence can breed recklessness.

And with recklessness comes foolishness.

And with foolishness, disgrace.

And disgrace is what brought the princess away from her royal chambers in Mewni's castle, tended to by dozens of maids and butlers, and landed her in a smaller home on San Diego's coast, forced to care for herself. Of course, "smaller," in this case, is a relative term. The princess left home with a fair amount of gold and jewels from Mewni's treasury. Not enough to make a noticeable dent in the piles of precious metals and dazzling gemstones, but enough to never need to worry about money. And more than enough to purchase the gorgeous seaside villa.

The house itself wasn't absurdly large, but it was certainly more than enough space for a single occupant. A single-story home, the building sat atop a small hill overlooking the sea. To take full advantage of the view, the back half of the building, the side facing the ocean, featured glass walls, allowing for a panoramic view of the ocean. The interior contained a master bedroom, a guestroom, two full baths, a dining room, a living room, a kitchen, and a loft above the living room, where Star slept. The living room was, by far, the largest room in the house. It and the kitchen were essentially the entire back of the house and, together, they solely contained the ocean view.

Besides the loft, Star used the living room the most, which is why it was the only room that was even remotely furnished. Outside of the living room, most of the house was empty, except a bed, dresser, and wardrobe in the loft, and the usual appliances in the kitchen; an oven, stove, fridge, and the like. The living room contained a bright pink sofa and two armchairs of the same color, a huge flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, and a coffee table in the center of the room. There were also a few houseplants around the room, just to add some color. There wasn't a whole lot going on the room, but, compared to the other rooms, which were nothing but white walls and hardwood floors, the living room was well-decorated.

Speaking of decorations, however, there wasn't a single photo in the entire house. Nothing hung on the walls. Nothing sat in frames on the tables. No sign of anyone Star had ever been close to. Not a single one.

What good is it to remind yourself of people who abandoned you?

Star, not bothering to put on any clothes, wandered downstairs through the living room to the kitchen. She had a bit of a hangover, but nothing a little magic, a bottle of water, and an afternoon of doing nothing wouldn't fix. Technically, magic could solve the problem by itself, but that would require more effort being put into the magic, and Star really didn't feel like doing anything that required too much work, instead opting for a simple spell to ease the pain and leaving the rest for time to heal.

The living room and kitchen were basically the same room, as the only thing that really acted as a border between the two was a peninsula countertop, and, as the girl walked toward the fridge, she noticed the TV was on, albeit the volume was pretty low, so she hadn't noticed it. Whatever guy she had slept with the night before, whoever the hell he was, must have been watching something before he left earlier this morning. It was some science show on PBS, with some nerdy-looking guy in a lab coat talking about the stars.

"PBS?" she mumbled to herself. "That's for kids, isn't it? Damn, who'd I fuck last night?" But, as she reached the fridge, Star became aware of a soreness between her legs. Grabbing a water bottle, Star smirked a little. "Who did I fuck last night? Might wanna see him again," she giggled.

As Star walked back to the couch, the man on the TV continued his lecture. "…which is why, because the sun is so close to Earth, it's difficult to see even the brightest stars during the day. But in the darkest nights, even the dimmest stars can seem to shine brighter than ever bef—"

"Aaaaand shut the fuck up," said Star as she grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. Throwing her hair over the back of the couch so she didn't sit on it, Star slouched down on the plush funiture, feet up on the coffee table, legs spread so far apart it would make a prostitute blush.

She sat like that for a while, water bottle in one hand, scrolling through Instagram with the other. An hour or so passed. Who knows, though, really. Star never really looked at the time, anyway. She always just did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Time didn't really matter.

Until, suddenly, a portal appeared above her TV, and, through it came Flying Princess Pony Head, Star's former best friend, and the only Mewman who Star had told her whereabouts to.

However, this time, Pony Head seemed somehow…different, but Star couldn't quite put her finger on why. Pony Head looked tired, was panting like she had just flew here as fast as possible, and her mane was a bit disheveled, but that wasn't what was bothering Star. Her head still hurt, though, so Star didn't give it much more thought than that.

Meanwhile, Pony Head had taken a second to catch her breath before speaking. "Star, I— Woah!" Pony Head whirled around to face away from Star. "What are you doing?! It's the middle of the afternoon, and your house's walls are glass, but here you are, on the couch, naked with your legs spread. The front door and the back door are open, Star, and in plain view of everybody!"

Star frowned at the lecture but did see an interesting angle to tease Pony Head. "Oh, come on. It's not like you've never seen mine before. I used to skinny dip on Mewni, remember? You walked in on me there once or ten times, didn't you?" Star spread a tad wider and lifted her hips slightly. "Speaking of walking in on me, I got a bit of a hangover and was thinking I'd get myself off to try to deal with it. Since you're here, maybe you can help. That horn of yours is looking very useful right about now ~ " she chimed.

"Firstly," Pony Head began without turning around. She nodded towards one of the back corners of the room, where a number of rubber toys were stashed in a cardboard box. "The contents of that box over there would indicate you don't need me at all for that. Secondly," Pony Head turned back around to face Star, her expression much more serious than Star had ever before seen on Pony Head. There was a fury in her eyes, an aura that demanded respect, an air of self-righteousness and arrogance.

"Quit fucking around and put some damn clothes on."

Star immediately shot into an upright position on the couch, snapping her legs together, more out of reflex than anything. The authority in Pony Head's voice surprised Star, and the floating unicorn head had never appeared more imposing. It was almost as if…

And, at that moment, Star realized what had changed.

"So it's like that, huh?" she thought to herself, angrily.

Star resumed a more comfortable position, arms resting on the back of the couch. Her legs were still apart, but it was significantly more modest that before. Not breaking eye contact with the royal pony before her, Star slowly pulled her hair forward and draped it over her shoulders, letting it cascade over her breasts and land between her legs, covering her immodesty. "That's the best you're gonna get, Horsey," she deadpanned.

Pony Head glared.

"Oh, I'm sorry," continued Star, sarcastically. "Put off by the fact that this commoner just refused a direct order, are you, Princess?"

"Star, you know that's not –"

"Or, I guess I'm supposed to call you Queen now, aren't I?" Star hissed, as if she found the very idea of royalty infuriating.

Pony Head looked surprised. "You could tell? That I succeeded the Cloud Kingdom throne?"

"That's your dad's crown, isn't it? Only the ruler of the Cloud Kingdom is supposed to wear it, right? And I've never seen you wearing it before now. That's why you looked different when you showed up," explained Star as she took another swig of water. "But that look in your eye a moment ago. That's what gave it away." She rose from her seat and began walking towards Pony Head, who was still above Star's TV, about a foot above Star's head.

"That goddamn look."

Star stood before her former friend, who remained floating above eye level.

"That disgusted…"

She reached up and grabbed Pony Head by the jaw.

"…disappointed…"

Star pulled Pony Head down, so that the royal had no choice but to look Star in the eye.

"…demeaning look in your eye. Like I'm nothing but a nuisance to you. An insect. A worthless piece of trash."

Star paused. The two stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other. Neither dared to move. Neither said a word. They just stayed there. Until Star broke the silence. Her words dripped with anger, and she spat them out like poison.

"Just… Like… Mother."

Star pushed Pony Head back and turned to walk away. "It infuriates me. But I guess all Queens are alike, huh? Now get the fuck out of my house." Having said her piece, Star began walking towards to stairs to the loft to get dressed. But, as Star reached the stairway, Pony Head finally spoke up. "War has broken out on Mewni, Star. My father was killed in battle, and things are looking grim. Mewni needs you."

Star paused for a moment, though she didn't turn around. Pony Head moved toward the girl and continued, "No one could wield the wand like you, Star. No one in Mewnian history mastered the wand's power faster than you. Not even your mother. So –"

Pony Head stopped suddenly, realizing her mistake. But it was too late. Star whirled around, eyes and birthmarks glowing a brilliant white. The whole house shook as Star demanded, "GET OUT!"

Pony Head backed up quickly, hesitated, then spat out her dimensional scissors and left without another word. There was no reasoning with Star now. At least, not until she calmed down. Pony Head had made the fatal mistake of comparing Star to Queen Butterfly. No matter the context, it was never a good idea. Even if the comparison favored Star, the thought of being compared to the woman that stripped her of her status angered Star more than anything in the universe.

It was true that Star was one of the most talented magicians in Mewni's history, surpassing all previous queens. Within weeks of receiving the Butterfly heirloom wand, Star had already mastered its power. In fact, she had even become capable of using magic without the wand's aid, a feat that no prior queen had accomplished at such a young age. But, thanks to Queen Moon Butterfly, Star's mother, none of that mattered now.

Star wasn't a princess anymore.

Star had been banished from Mewni by her own mother.