A Muzzling Good Night

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The event had run its cause, and we ended up, back home. Only rather then the three of us, we're now four, since the scorpion had opted in, following us. I know we could make room for another.

“I think you need to loosen up. Maybe we could lend you a hand, or hoof in the process?!” I pointed out, as I cast a meaningfull glance towards the new party poni name Pinkie Pie, just as I pronounced 'hoof'.

“You galls wouldn't do that, just for me, right out of the blue?” scorpion enquired curiosly, with just a hint of doubt and suspicion in her voice.

“Why not? I could so totally see you enjoying it, just as I know I for one, would certainly enjoy doing this, just for you!” Pinkie pronounced.

“I couldn't make you insist!” Scorpion relented.

“This would be just the right time to do it!” my older sister pointed out, with utter certainty in her voice, smiling at me.

“Ofcause, this does requirte me to disrobe for the three of you?” Scorpion suspected.

That's esentially corect, but you wouldn't mind, once you start to enjoy yourself?” Pinkie enquired, in a somewhat acusatory voice, casting glances.

“It isn't the same, if you did it, all by yourself?” Pinkie pronounced, all too knowingly.

“I guess it is time we revela the sacred stach to you, since we're going to give you a treat, like none other!” I promised.

My elder sister soon followed her to the bed room, where the stach had been hidden away, just before we headed out, making the town utterly unsafe.

Scorpion soon slipped out of her boots, such as they were, tailored by her very own hand, just to fit her feet such as they are. Then she slipped the suit off of her body, almost as if it had been a slightly skimpy bathing suit? The black, rubber soon found itself on the bed. That is where it belong, for a good time forth.

“Ofcause, I guess you could start with using the hand cream? It's after all easier to do it on your own!” my elder sister pointed out, placing the tube in scorpions right hand.

She accepted the tube, with merely a brief glance, before unscrewing the cap, before extracting the crystal clear gel the tube contains. The lable merely stated 'Hand-Cream', while the colour did not give any clues, just as the no-name bar code didn't give her any idea, as to what it was.

“Spread it over the palms of your hands, fingres included!” my sister instucted her in a lightly teasing tone, not quite the dare, and certainly not any lecture to it.

She eagerly complied, spreading the gel, until the skin had been completely saturated. Then she just rubbed her hands, for a short moment. Her skin now soft, to the point of elasticity, and as smooth as desire. Just that the one, final detail had yet to be revealed, as the joy is to be realised, but that was not giving as much as a hint of a clue, thus leaving her utterly ignorant of the joyfull hilarity.

“Would you sit down?” I said, pinting at the intended seat.

“Okay, that seems comfortable!” Scorpion responded compliantly, as she slowly sat down in the indicated chair..

Once she was seated, I started off, lifting her right foot, slowly spreading gel over the skin, starting with her toes, from the smallest, on the edge, to the largest, then continued rubbing the soul of her foot. Meanwhile, my sister mirrored my every action. Scorpion was to notice, and apreciate.

Then I moved to the top side of her fot, moving upwards, before I finished the heel, and moved up her calf, then further up, over her knee, and all the way over her thigh, until I was at th end, where her hip begins, which I had to leave bare, for obvious reasons, this this is part of the next step.

My sister had capped the gel, just as she had uncapped it before we set off. Now she had picked the next gel, similar in nature, compared to the gel used on the mound and orchid. As I slowly spread, and rub in this gel over her foot, and up her calt, and thih, I could clearly see how her foot turned into the desired hoof, and the leg soon started to take on the more equine chape, desired, for her to be capable of walking, in a comfortable stance. Several minutes late, we had completed this part of the process. Thus moving on to the next gel, and for the sake of it, curing the gel, and sealing it in, thus making it a fully integrated part of her anatomy.

“Since you're the 'Black Scorpion'? I figured we go with black!” I uttered.

My sister just nodded, while Scorpion did not protest, so I started brushing her hoof with the black gel. The hoof soon absorbed it, until it had been completely saturated. Then I continued with a clear gel, polishing her newly aquired hoof, to a high gloss finish, glistering radiently. Teasingly applying the elastic gel, rubbing it in, until her hoof had been saturated.

From there, I continued with the hoof glue, the permanent component. Then I applied the top coat, making the front of her hoof as hard as a hoof was supposed to be, masikng just how soft and elastic the hoof really had become.

Since my sister had done her other leg, the process is complete, and she simply capped the final gel.

“You could stand up now, if you like!” I suggested in a teasing tone of voice.

“I could?” she asked, surpriced, before she got up on her new hooves, then looked down, only to find the hooves we had just created for her.

“These are beautifull!” she just burst out, a smile spreading on her face.

“If I could say so myself, I had to agree, these do look great!” my sister pointed out, trying to hide her pride as best as she could, knowing it was pointless.

As she walked around the room, her hooves made the most adorabe 'Clip Clop' noises, making her sound like a truly happy poni. Naturally, she couldn't help but notice it. By the looks of it, the sounds did not just sound happy, the feeling had slowly spread over her features, leaving her with a wide smile on her face.

“This feels more right, then I had ever dared to imagine. Not just the looks. It's in how my posture changed, it's as if you've interpretted who I am, and made me complete!” she stuttered, her voice filled with emotion.