Preparing for the Outings:
”You're sure, you can have the day off, Pinkie?” I started the discussion, trying to make certain, nothing did go wrong.
“I asked them the other day, and they told me, I could have the day off, for quality time, or I could have an entire week, if I really needed it!” she assured me.
“I hope you have your saddle bags packed. We're not going back to pick anything up, if it is in Ponyvill!” I then asked.
“it's all there!” she continued, assuring me.
“Good, because I'm sure going to need the day off, and I hope you'll enjoy it with me!” I told her.
Ofhorse, I had asked her to come over to the library early, before anyone was knocking the doors down. She had been less than her usual joking self, still stopping short of deadpan, even if I still do feel her hyper personality, just under her pink hide.
I could clearly see the pink cotton candy mane, just as vibrant and fluffy as ever. She was clearly looking forwards to this, just felt it wasn't a joking matter, missing details. She could apparently be serious, I guess Humor is dead serious, just as the matter of planning a party? A detail missed, and it may all be for nothing?
“It's time!” I told her.
“Then you instructed Spike in all that needs to be cared for, while we're out of town?” Pinkie checked, just before she rose to the occasion, and gave me a firm embrace.
“Check, check and check. All's done and prepared for!” I told her, just before my horn went aglow.
Knowing Pinkie Pie felt the radiance of my horn, all the way from the first faint sparkle, until it burst out a beam of light, just before we slipped out of the room, in which we stood, and slipped back, into the room, we had booked, in a hotel, well out of reach of anyone who may know us, or of us.
Since I had booked the room, well in advance it had been prepared for just the two of us. Dead centre, there is a comfortable Queen size bed, more than large enough, for the both of us, regardless of what we may choose to partake in, for all I care.
The floor, a lively and luminous grassy green, polished to a high gloss finish, the apex of homely clean, for all you would wish for. The walls had been decorated with Tapestries, making me almost thing I had been in the forest, if not for the fact that I felt a different vibration on the magic sense, since I'm still a unicorn. The ceiling, seemingly a sky blue, as if I had been standing in said forest?
“You did an excellent choice, piking this room!” Pinkie Pie stated.
“Yes, I'm inclined to agree!” I responded.
There's the one detail, we may as well have it done and over with. Singing in!” Pinkie Pie stated, in a teasing manner, still her regular hyper self.
“Ah, yes. You're quite correct!” I said.
We quietly disentangled ourself from the warmth of the embrace. The extended hug had truly warmed me up. I could feel, just how it had affected her, in a similar manner. Though there is rarely any residual effects from hugging the target of a united teleportation.
“I still do feel a warm tingling sensation, even as we move towards the door!” she just giggled, before I opened the door, out of the secluded confines of our rather cozy room.
I had chosen it. I still do stand by the choice, and not just because Pinkie Pie had confirmed my impression, as she expressed her warm feelings and how she likes the room.
Ofhorse, it would have been late to change the room I had made a reservation for, maybe not entirely impossible, if it had proven not to be what I had expected, but I'm still happy, I did not need to consider it.
Pinkie Pie carefully locked the door, as we headed towards the Elevator, which was but a short stretch.
Conveniently, I noticed it had already been there, as I was to press the button, in order to call up the lift. The door slipping up before our very hooves, quietly closing behind us, just as we slipped into the small space of the elevator.
Choosing the lobby, since it is the place we were heading for, which is where we are to sign in. The few floors did not take long. There was a chime, indicating we had arrived at the chosen destination, and the doors slid open, just as silently as it had when we entered.
Following the path towards the desk, in the lobby is easy, we still walked the stretch in silence. Saving it, for the privacy of our room.
“Do you have a room booked?” the mare asked?
“Yes. Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie!” I responded.
“Ah, here it is, room five oh one, on the fifth floor!” she confirmed.
“That sounds about right!” Pinkie Pie confirmed.
She picked the two keys from the small shelf, before she passed them over, and we graciously accepted, while I signed the book. In these cases, it is overly convenient to be a unicorn, I would point out.
“Thanks!” she just said, as we left her, walking back to the elevator.
The door had just closed, as we returned, it eagerly opened, as we came, and we slipped inside. Opting for the fifth floor, and the doors closed behind us, just as quickly.
Once the door opened, we moved to the door, unlocking it, before entering. Then I locked it, before we walked over to the bed.
“Finally!” I announced.
“Mare Quality time. Just for the two of us. I guess I do need it just as much as you do. Just never expected to enjoy it, quite as much as I do now!” Pinkie blurted out, anticipation and excitement apparent on her voice.
“Isn't there a SPA at this place? I think it may be interesting to sample it, if it was the case!” I suggested.
“Oh, a SPA, you know how I have always loved going to the SPA, since the first time you suggested it. You have such fine taste on this matter, just as with most everything else!” Pinkie blurted out.
“I guess we'd better go for the SPA, forgetting the past, for the duration!” Pinkie teased.
“Sounds like a great idea!” I replied, lightening up, just by the thought of it.
”I have the flier, explaining all we need to know, including the directions!” I pointed out.
She had apparently locked the door as we left the room, heading for the elevator. The door soon slide open before the two of us, and we slip in, before the door closed behind us. She then indicated the floor, where the chosen SPA had been stated to be.
“This is so exciting!” I just bubbled, as the lift fell to the designated floor, before the door open and we slip out, walking excitedly towards the room in which the SPA was noted to be. Behind the door, there is a receptionist, how unexpected?
“How may I help you, the emerald mare receptionist enquired.
“Any spot open for hooficure?” I asked innocently, yet eager to enjoy, what I hoped to be enjoyable.
“There is a spot open, and waiting, she should be quite helpful!” she stated.
“That sounds lovely. Is there any opening for massage, just about when she's done?” Twilight followed up.
“There is, I'll just place your names on the spot, and she will be ready for you. Names?” she then asked.
“Pinkie Pie, and Twilight Sparkle!” I informed her.
“First door to the right. She's awaiting you!” the receptionist informed heartily.
“Thanks!” I said, as I started to walk towards the door indicated.
This was starting to be interesting and exiting. Just like before, the door slide open to the right and left. Aparently this is the general architecture for this building?
The white unicorn was looking up, just as the door closed behind the two of us. She had lined up all the equipment for direct action. Eficient, and to the point, no fuzz, just comfortable and beautiful.
“Pinkie Pie, you take the right seat, Twilight sparkle, you take the left!” she addressed the two of us.
I noticed that the colours had been matching the two of us, even if she had had minimal time, preparing, which was going either to the enjoyable, or the outright creepy side, I chose to hope for enjoyable.
I needed scarcely a glance to notice her silver made, eyes and hooves. This was her room, she would be 'Sliver Hoof', by any chance?
“Lining the two of you up makes it easier to give the two of you the same treat. The process is after all the same, even if you may choose different colours for your colour coat in the hooficure. Most of the ponies who come her, if in group, may not be over-joyed to wait for the other. Now I can give both of you more care, since I have more time, when neither of you wait for the other. I guess this is an advantage of being unicorn, in the first place?” Hoofie explained her arrangement.
“That would make perfect sense!” Twilight responded.
“Make yourselves comfortable, and I'll give you the most enjoyable hooficure possible!” Hoofie explained, as she picked the vails for the base coat, or it is what I had originally imagined.
“I'm certain I'll enjoy this!” I bubbled over in excitement, my eyes starting to glow from expectation.
I could see Twilight claiming the designated seat as I'm sitting down on the other side, leaning back comfortably, it is a SPA, after all. I knew this is supposed to be enjoyable, since Rarity had not only explained it, but demonstrated it, when I followed her to the SPA in Ponyville, which I had enjoyed.
Only now, I'm alone with Twilight, just the two of us here in order to enjoy the day all by ourselves together. How could it be any better.
The seat really is comfortable, and just a little bit more so then I had expected, but I had only our local SPA to compare with. I guess I need something more, something better, for a fair and reasonable and meaningful comparison.
The seat had been created with hooficure in mind, which is obvious, now as I look at it, where I sit back. Instead of the regular armrests you may have on your chair of sofa, these have four of them, right and left, for both my hind quarters and my forelegs. I'm comfortable, which I had imagined was the idea. Then I had noticed the rests are only reaching long enough to give the desired support, while clearly leaving my hooves free for her to do her work.
I noticed she started with my right fore hoof, which feels reasonable. It's a systematic way of doing it. If you're a business mare, it is rational to do it systematically, just like this. It's arranged so that she could perform her job with minimal fuzz, thus saving her as much time as possible.
Maybe I had forgotten, or had she specified how long this would take. Either way, lying on my back in the seat is comfortable, enough so that I could fall asleep here, and she would be able to still perform her work.
First I felt a mildly relaxing scent from the oil she slipped on two separate pads. I could see the pads float through the air towards us. Soon landing on the top of the right fore hoof, on the top and middle, then working down, and to the sides right and left. Bit by bit, she spread the oil, working it in with a teasing softness of an experienced hooficurist.
She soon repeated the process on my left hoof, then moved down to my right hind hoof, and then the left hoof. From there she repeated twice more. I could clearly feel my hooves grow softer, more elastic which each passing instant and pass over. I would have to confess, I do enjoy the feel to it.
After the third time, she slipped the pad aside, discarding it. Then she picked up a new one, only it isn't a pad for carrying oil, it is a pad intended to rub down and polish up the hoof to a fine, soft and even surface. I could barely feel the roughness of it, unlike when I had been at our local hooficurist. She worked slowly, methodically and with such fine experience.
The first time she made little circles, next pass over, she moved left and right, ending up, pulling down from the tip, each time, using the same pattern as she had used, when she originally spread the scented could onto my hooves. Right and left, fore and hind hooves.
As she had finished polishing my hooves down, she discarded the pad she had used on my hooves, picking up another pad, intended for a clear gel.
Apparently, she started with my right fore hoof, just as before. Starting top centre, and moving down to the tip of the hoof, then going right and left alternatively. The gel feels thick, but just as warm as the oil did. It is almost as if it had been the same oil, but it is entirely devoid of odour, as opposed to the gel she used before.
She continued with the left hoof, then moved down to my hind hooves, right and left. Then she started over with my right fore hoof all over, and repeated the process exactly the ways he had before, and then the third time over. Looking down, I noticed my hooves looks smooth, shiny as if polished, which is exactly what she had done.
Looking to my side, I could see Twilight Sparkle lying on her back in her seat, clearly enjoying the attention, as she had it. For once to be cared for, pampered up and caressed lovingly.
Only now I could see another pad moving over to my right fore hoof, this time it is a light red, or if it is pink to cerise in colour, but even more shiny than the gel she just used. The pad systematically started to spread the gel on my right hoof, I could feel it is thicker, more to the rubbery feeling from it. Though I imagine my hoof still managed to absorb it, at least the first time around.
She moved to the left hoof, then starting over on the hind hooves, right and left, before repeating it a second and third time. She is nothing but persistent. She kept repeating it methodically, over and over, once, twice and thrice. Almost as if it had been a religious ceremony, coupled with the traditional chant to go with it, even if I couldn't hear a single word from her.
Only now I realised, she was breaking her pattern, as she picked a fourth pd, only this time the gel, or clear rubber is a high gloss, as if it is as a top coat. That would make sense, since it is a hooficure for two mares. We had chosen to go to her. Now I enjoyed her going over my hooves thrice, all over again. Even if I apparently had no idea as to what the ultimate effect of her work was to be.
What I see is how my hooves are becoming increasingly more shiny for each passing she used the pad on one of my hooves, still going the same way, from the right to the left, from fore hooves to hind hooves. This part was never breaking.
“Please enjoy taking a moment, as the polish cures completely. It should take only a few minutes, but I'll come back a few minuets after that. Then it would be about time to go!” she informed us in her warm tone of voice, as if inviting us to just stay, enjoying ourselves for a few minuets more.
She really made me feel welcomed and cared for. I guess it is exactly what I had hoped for. I can't claim I hadn't enjoyed it, and all the time she put into this. I had decided on remaining where I am for a few minuets longer, mainly just because I had enjoyed it, and expected to enjoy the few moments remaining.
“I sure enjoyed this, Twilight. I hope it felt as good for you too. It's exactly what we needed!” I exclaimed, a minute after the hooficureist had left us, and closed the door behind her.
“This certainly is the best hooficure I ever had. I guess we could recommend it to our friends, or whoever would ask me!” Twilight responded, with a somewhat dreamy tone to her voice, still enjoying the moment.
“Yes, it sure did feel good. Still does in fact!” I told her.
Looking around, I see the shiny tiles on the walls, in tones from green to blue in infinite variations, in what seems to be a random pattern, yet making some kind of warming sence to my mind, as if I saw something I really did not see.
The floor is a dark red beech wood panel. It made it feel classy to me, as if they spread no efforts in making us comfortable, for the short while we were staying here. I'm here for about an hour, or it is what I had imagined.
“Your hooficure polish should be cured now, it's safe to slip out of the seats, before you get too comfortable!” she teased us as she slipped in, into the room, for just a minute in order to let us know we're free to leave.
“Thanks, Twilight responded, before she slipped off of the seat.
