Star-Song

The next day…..

Sweet-Song was in her sheets still crying that was until a bright plum colored light came flashed in the room. She was suddenly levitated onto her back, Sweet-Song looked to see Meadow.

“Mum you need to stop crying. Come on. Why don’t we dress up?” She said,

“Leave me alone! I don’t wanna!” Sweet-Song snapped. She sniffed and tried rolling over again; but Meadow used her magic to hold her in place. The filly sighed and looked into her mother’s eye’s as she forced her ears to go down. And put on the biggest puppy eye’s ever,

“But muuum! I want you to be happy! I want to spend time with you! And I made you some mango scented soap.” She said. Sweet-Song looked at her daughter for a second. She sighed,

“Alright.” Sweet-Song said. Meadow smiled and shoved the newly made bar of soap in Sweet-Song's hooves.

“Good! Now take a good bath and make sure to put your mane in a good, cute and stunning hairstyle.” Meadow said as she lifted her mother into the air, somewhat struggling to lift a grown mare. Sweet-Song raised an eyebrow but with her senses (and intuition) dulled. She went along with extreme excitement from her daughter. Sweet-Song walked inside and shut the door along with locking it. Meadow smiled and sat on the bed waiting for her mother.

Sweet-Song was now in the shower scrubbing her fur she still wasn’t in a good mood by any stretch of the imagination. But she always loved her daughter’s soaps, conditioners, shampoos, and perfumes. They always had a very pungent and perfume-y smell to them. That no other’s had; not to mention her daughter always experimented. And combined odd scents that no one would thing and they turned out perfect.

And if Sweet-Song was being completely honest that was the one thing that pushed her over the edge to agree. Was it selfish? Yes! But between her shyness, current humiliation, and bad mood you couldn’t blame her. Sweet-Song sighed as she started to think,

‘I can only imagine what she was thinking. I’m a fool. She probably never wants to see me again. Meadow is probably doing this to cheer me up. Well it isn’t going to work….I’ve never felt more pain then I’ve ever felt in these past hours.’ She thought. When her snapped out of her self-loathing she realized that her entire body was sudsed up. Sweet-Song sighed as she let the suds be washed from her coat. She stepped out the shower and dried herself off she looked in the mirror and brushed her hair. Once she was done she started to do her hair.

Meadow was in the room with the light on as she paced waiting for her mother. She was beginning to worry that she’d never come out luckily after ten more minutes. The handle door turned and Sweet-Song came out. And Meadow had a beaming smile on her face. As her mother’s hair was a mixture of the hair now and singular french braid hairstyle.

The top of her hair had two large bows; both being completely composed of her hair. While down the braid it had bows made of her own hair as well; the end having the biggest bow on it. Sweet-Song scratched her hoof against the floor looking embarrassed.

“So….umm….what do you think?” She said, Meadow smiled.

“Good…..but the top needs….something different.” She said, and Meadow lit her horn up and undid the hair bows. She then wrapped it up into a big one two times larger then the bow at the bottom of the braid. “There! Now that’s much better.” Meadow then pulled out a brush, and and casted a paralyzing spell on her mother. Sweet-Song recognized this and used her eye’s to follow her daughter having a parenting gleam in them.

“Meadow…..what are you doing?” She said, Meadow's ears went back but she started brushing Sweet-Song's hair.

“I’m just brushing your coat and tail for you. And then doing the same style to your tail. I want you to look just right and for that I need you to stay perfectly still.” Meadow responded, Sweet-Song still had suspicions. But tried to push them to the back her mind chalking it up to her daughter being kind. So the mare waited as her daughter brushed her coat and tail till it was silky smooth. Once her tail was smooth she put it in the hairstyle just like the braid in Sweet-Song's mane. The mare to move again but Meadow’s spell was still in effect.

“Sorry mum. But I need to dress you myself. If you see the dress then you won’t put it on. And then you won’t realize how cute and innocent you look in it.” Sweet-Song narrowed her eye’s at her daughter.

“Meadow I don’t want to be forced into anything.” She said, Meadow looked back at her faking tears. As she actually started to cry real tears,

“But mum! I want you to looking foxy! It ain’t fair that you are cooped up in your room bawling! You will like this I swear! Pinkie Promise me you’ll not question my methods! I have a surprise and you’ll love it!” She said. Sweet-Song blushed wondering if her daughter knew what the definition of “foxy” was. But she sighed feeling guilt,

“Fine. I Pinkie Promise.” Sweet-Song said.

“Yay!” Meadow said before she tied a bandana around her mother’s eyes. Making sure not to ruin her hair, “Now just sit tight.” And with that Sweet-Song was left to wonder what deal had she just made.

For what felt like hours the paralyzing spell stayed in place as Sweet-Song felt what could only be. Shoes, a dress, make-up, and some sort of small hat put on her; finally the blind fold was removed. And when she looked she saw that her daughter was now in a bright silk orange dress. Large pale yellow bows we’re on the bottom of it along with a large on the chest. Her mane and tail we’re in large bouncy curls as she smelled like peaches.

She had bright orange eyeshadow, blush, and lip stick on to match. Sweet-Song felt tears come to her eyes; her little girl looked all grown up. Meadow gasped and casted a spell on Sweet-Song and her tears vanished.

“Alright all done. Now for the pièce de résistance….your new look!” Meadow said and she levitated a full length mirror in front of her mum. Sweet-Song's jaw dropped as she wore pale royal blue eyeliner and mascara. She had lipstick to match as she wore a sweet loita styled dress. The dress had four layers; the first of course being a pale royal blue, while the next one was a pale midnight blue. The third was a pale tropical sea blue and finally the fourth was baby blue.

Each layer sparkled and shined as a big bow sat on the flank. The dress (as Meadow had said) made her look cute, innocent, and foxy. An odd but surprisingly fitting combination. She looked down her legs and saw that she had pale royal blue socks that had little white specks in it. Matching the dresses color scheme perfectly; she shoes she wore we’re a baby blue.

As she wore heels on all four of her legs; by the time Sweet-Song was done gawking at her look. Meadow had undid the paralyzing spell and the filly still waiting for her mother’s reaction.

“Wow. I—I…..look…..amazing.” Sweet-Song said, still stunned. Meadow smiled,

“Glad ya liked it! Now come on!” She said. Sweet-Song followed put her room door; but only felt fear when they got to their hotel room door.

“W—W—Wait! You said the make-over was a surprise.” She said; Meadow turned around and had a coy smirk on her face.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I never said the make-over was the surprise. I said “I have a surprise” and we haven’t got to it yet.” She said,

“But why would we have to—” Sweet-Song said until her daughter interrupted.

“You also Pinkie Promised not to question my methods.” The mare bit her lip realizing she was trapped between a rock and a hard place.

“W—Well….let me take the dre—” Sweet Song said,

“I put you in that dress and did the make and made the soap which took all of five hours to do. Do you really want to ruin somepony's hard work?” Meadow challenged. The mare sighed and gave up, “Good.” And with that the mare And the filly walked out the room. But as they walked Sweet-Song couldn’t help but notice their was a strut in Meadow’s step.