My Little Star Butterfly

by Omegathyst


Night Travels in Canterlot

The night was starting as Applejack, Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash left to their homes and the other half of the Mane 6 joined Star and Marco, waiting for Rarity to finish packing.

"Honestly, how long does it take to pack a few supplies?" Marco growled.

"She's packing accessories too." Twilight replied. "She's into fashion remember?"

"I've known you guys for less than a week." Marco retorted.

"Done!" Rarity said in a sing-song voice, wearing a thick pink and white jacket and a rainbow colored hat. "Thought it'd be helpful for the winter weather."

"We have fur pelts." Marco muttered.

"C'mon Marco!" Star giggled. "Don't be such a stick in the mud!

They headed to Fluttershy's cottage.

"I won't be in here long." Fluttershy reassured Marco, who's face turned red at the softness in her voice.

Fluttershy walked into her cottage and moments later walked out with a small handbag strapped to her side.

"Just some food and things for the trip." Fluttershy explained to everyone.

"We should probably head to the Train station now." Twilight announced.


They made it to the late train and walked in, realizing that there were only a few stray mares and stallions in the train to Canterlot besides themselves.

The train started moving and Marco clumsily hopped onto one of the beds, hanging his head down looking sadly into the night sky.

"What's wrong...?" Star whispered as the other ponies were ordering dinner service.

"This place is foreign to me." Marco muttered. "I just wish we could find a way home instead of doing this."

"Maybe after I become Celestia's student, I can ask her how to send you home?" Star suggested.

"Without you?" Marco asked. "You're my best friend Star. I can't leave you by yourself."

"Then...just enjoy this, Marco." Star replied. "Cause this is what want to do, if you want to go home, let me know."

Marco looked away from her, scowling.

I can't help thinking that she's being selfish, she's being reckless again.


The other ponies came back from ordering food, with plates full of vegetables with lots of sauces and seasonings and trays of sweets.

Twilight was levitating two sets of vegetables and sweets and set one to Star and the other on Marco's bed, inches away from his nose.

"Mmm, late night food!" Star chirped, munching on a carrot. "The sauce is delicious Marco!"

Marco looked at her and sniffed the food.

He nudged a tiny tomato in his mouth and began slowly eating.

"That's the spirit!" Star smiled broadly and began munching quickly on her food.

Fluttershy looked at Marco and walked over to him.

"She not helping you feel better?" Fluttershy asked delicately.

"She's trying." I think.

"Well, Canterlot's very nice and fancy. Maybe the tone will help a little?" Fluttershy suggested.

"Thanks, maybe." Marco sighed. "I just want to go back to America."

"By the ways you explained it, it sounded nice minus the magic." Fluttershy reassured him.

The moon began falling as the five began to fall asleep.


The sun was rising and early wakers such as Twilight and Star were already up, looking out the windows.

"Only a little time away from Canterlot." Twilight smiled. "It'll be nice to check up on the other Princesses."

"I can't wait!" Star squeaked.

"So was seeing the Princesses the only thing you wanted to do?" Twilight asked. "It must be really important if the map summoned it."

"Well, you don't need to know." Star huffed.

She's a princess too, she might feel challenged by my desire to become a princess here as well.

"Well, I'm a princess too." Twilight laughed nervously. "Princess of Friendship, so you can tell me."

Star looked at her wand on her bed and considered a great but not the best idea.

"Excuse me for a second." Star grinned and walked toward her wand.

"What're you doing?" Twilight protested.

"Brainwash telepathy spell!" Star boomed, a blue and pink beam shot at Twilight from the wand.

All the other ponies shot awake and looked oblivious to what happened.

"Star! Twilight! What happened?!" Rarity gasped.

Star tried not to close her eyes as she used her telepathy to control Twilight.

"Oh nothing." Twilight said, hardly showing any difference to how she was acting earlier.

"It must've been something!" Rarity protested.

"Well, Star got scared of a spider." Twilight shrugged.

"Star isn't-"

"Hush Marco." Star giggled. "We're here!"

They left the train and saw the castle, Star's eyes widening as she wondered what other ways she could climb her way to being a princess in Equestria.

"Looks beautiful hmm, darling?" Rarity asked the enamored Star.

"Absolutely." Star gasped.

"Twilight!"

Star saw a tall white mare with a beautiful mane and long wings.

"You brought new friends!" The mare rejoiced.

"Of course, that's what I'm for right?" Twilight grinned, Star mentally patting her shoulder for the joke.

"Still great humor, that's good." Celestia laughed. "What brings you here?"

"Well, I think it should be discussed between only me, you, and Star." Twilight replied. "But we should settle in before we talk."

"Of course." Celestia replied.

The other ponies tried to follow Star and Twilight, but Star made the latter turn to her friends.

"Me and Star should share a room to ourselves." Twilight announced. "Discuss what to talk to Celestia about."

"Okay..." Fluttershy replied. "The three of us will just take the room across."

Star made Twilight walk onto her bed and flop over asleep.

Knock! Knock!

"Yes, Marco?" Star asked as she opened the door.

"What's going on?" Marco hissed.

"I've brainwashed Twilight." Star whispered with a grin. "I can't let my chance of being princess be derailed by some stupid alicorn."

"You...brainwashed her?!" Marco gasped.

"Keep it down!" Star growled. "It's a Brainwash telepathy spell so I can go in her brain and communicate with her."

"You're basically holding her hostage." Marco muttered, putting a hoof over his eyes. "God, I just want to go home."

Marco walked away angrily and Star shrugged, she walked back in her and Twilight's room to begin communicating with the mentally-held hostage.