Party Pop would normally spend her day working in her shop, sewing up delightful new gothy creations for her customers. Or, perhaps, she would take a day off, exploring the city to find fun things to do. If she was especially lucky, she would spend her day with her Master, who she adored so much, curled up in his strong, warm embrace as he wrapped his wings around her, stroking her back with his hooves... Those moments were her favorite. However, today she wasn't doing any of those things. Today, she was curled up in her bed, her mane a disheveled mess and she clung to her pillow, her eyes rimmed with tired rings of gray. She hadn't been able to sleep much, and her tourettes had been especially bad all day, as it often was when she was upset. She gazed out the window, watching the ponies in the street below go about their lives. Many of them were gathered around the newsstand, picking up the latest tabloid scandal. Her Master, in his blind fury that anyone would dare to do something so horrid as what had happened to her to his beloved pet, had told all the major tabloids what had really happened, her design sketches in hand. Now, they were debating whether it was true, the public busying themselves with choosing and arguing a side. She looked away, heartbroken over the whole situation. Her own mother, someone she should be able to trust completely, had stolen her hard work, had ruined her career, for the sake of advancing her own. She buried her face in her pillow and began to sob, wondering how and why such a horrible thing could happen to her. Meanwhile, her Master was outside dealing with an unexpected guest.

"Give me one good reason why I should let you in, you horrid excuse for a parent."

Rarity cringed at her son-in-law's harsh words. Usually, he was one of the kindest ponies she knew. Right now, though, he was taking no pains to hide his fury towards her.

"I understand I'm probably not your favorite pony right now, but-"

"You're bucking right you're not. Do you have any idea what an emotional wreck you've turned my pet into? How dare you treat her so vilely! What kind of a parent are you? I wouldn't be surprised if she never spoke to you again, you piece of shit!"

Tears began to well up in the snowy mare's eyes. "You're probably right... After what I've done, she would have good reasons to disown me altogether. I just came here to try to make things right with her, if I even can anymore."

Gold Soul contemplated his options. He could remove the mare from the premises, but if Pop found out, she'd probably be upset. On the other hand, what if the mare only made things worse and further upset his beloved? He took a deep breath, knowing he had to take a risk.

"I'll be watching you the whole time, so don't even think about trying anything, lady."

Rarity followed the large pale gray stallion into the shop, hoping she could heal the wounds she had made. Unbeknownst to her, a certain mare watching her in secret hoped the same thing.

Rarity walked up the stairs behind her daughter's boutique, her heart in her mouth as she carefully placed her hooves on each step. She knew that this moment was probably the most important moment in her whole life. So much hinged on this one moment. If she could fix what she had broken, all would be well again eventually. If she couldn't, her whole life would fall into shards of broken hearts and shattered dreams. Holding her breath, she opened the door quietly, and made her entrance, her chilly, muscle-bound host close behind. She carefully walked up to her daughter, her heart pounding as if it would burst. She sat by the bed where her daughter lay, trembling slightly from nerves. She inhaled, about to begin, but was quickly cut off.

"I know why you're here, mom."

Rarity blinked, startled by her voice. Her ears began to droop, as she knew she probably had no chance of being forgiven. "I suppose you won't forgive me, then. I know I've been a horrid mother, and destroyed your trust... You don't even have to call me mom anymore if you don't want to." She trembled slightly, tears streaming down her face. She didn't even care about her career anymore, she just wanted her baby girl back.

"Are you crazy?" Pop said, springing up into a sitting position and staring right into her mom's face, as Pinkie had done not long ago. "You were a huge bitch, but you'll always be my mom! Nothing will change that." Rarity Sat up straight like a shot, wide-eyed with even more surprise.

"You're not off the hook though, mom. I expect some reparations for your behavior."

Rarity looked into her daughter's eyes. "Anything."

Party Pop smiled. "How about a trip to the spa for a start?"

Rarity beamed back "That sounds like a lovely idea."

Author's Note

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