Sequins

Party Pop strolled about downtown Manehattan, enjoying the fresh air. The hustle and bustle of the large city never failed to amuse her, and she could always find something interesting to do just a block or two from her home. She smiled, reminiscing upon her move to the city, and how it had seemed so daunting to her at first. Now, she could navigate the crowded streets with expertise, almost never knocking over anypony with her tremors. Her parents had been a little surprised at her skill in their visit a week prior, and her mother, Rarity, was especially pleased with her latest fashion innovation. However, a loud noise intruded her thoughts, and she pricked up her ears to hear it. It was a local newsstand pony, hawking his latest story.

"Extra! Extra! Rarity takes the fashion world by storm with innovative new design!" Pop smiled and walked over, buying a copy so she could read the latest story about her mother's career. She took up the paper and began to stroll down the sidewalk as she read it, but something on the page stopped her cold. The image accompanying the story was of a runway model at the recent Canterlot Fashion Exibition, but what she was wearing made Pop gasp in horror. It was a saddle. her saddle, that she had worked so hard to design. It had taken her months of work to come up with it, and now her own mother had stolen it! She flung away the paper, racing home with tears in her eyes, the wetness stinging her cheeks like the bitter sting of betrayal she felt in her heart.

If someone had asked Golden Soul to guess what was going to happen to him in the next thirty seconds in exchange for a hundred bits, he would probably never have guessed that his special mare would come dashing into their home, sobbing her heart out because his mother-in-law had betrayed her and ruined her career. If he had been offered a thousand bits, he probably would still have no clue. Not even a million bits could have tipped the odds. But that was what happened to him that afternoon, just as he had finished cleaning up. Pop burst in, sobbing as if her heart would break as she flung herself into his arms. Her mascara ran streaming down her face, creating a startling contrast to her delicate white fur. He stroked her back, trying his best to soothe her pain. "Oh, kitten, what happened? Whatever it is, I'm here to comfort you, my dear."

"She stole them!!!"

"What? Who? What's been stolen?"

"Mom saw my saddle design, and stole it!!! She used it as her own, original design in front of thousands of ponies! MY CAREER IS RUiNED!!!" Pop said in between her sobs, barely able to control herself. Soul gasped, horrified at the prospect that his sweet darling had been betrayed so.

"WHAT?!? How could she? She's your mother! And you worked so hard on it, too..." He exclaimed, terribly shaken by the news. Pop only buried her face further into his shoulder as she sobbed. Suddenly, Soul had an idea, one that would expose the treachery that had befallen is one true love. He pulled her close to his body and kissed her neck gently. "Shh... Don't worry, Master's going to make it all better."