The first batch of muffins had been consumed, even if I had only had a few of them, but she had happily enjoyed the rest. Only now, I felt it was the time for the next part of my plan, which is why I had brought home a few things for her.

“I have prepared something else, I hope you'll enjoy a hooficure as much as I recall you would!” I suggested, in a playful voice.

“If it is anything like what I think I recall, I'm sure this will be fun!” Pinkie responded.

Apparently she did come with a few memories and impressions of what her previous life had been, in form of her own desires. I had also managed to get them just right this far, which did please me pretty much. I like being right, who wouldn't?

“Since you enjoy to be in the spotlight, and you have just stuffed yourself with the pastries we, or rather mainly you just baked, my guess is that you'd like to just sit down end relax while I treat you to the hooficure!” I suggested.

“Yes I do, and I did that too. I recall Rarity introducing me to her favourite SPA, and I enjoyed going there with her. This may be a moment for this, if it is what you like to do for me!” Pinkie pondered.

“I hope this will be just as enjoyable a treat for you, as it was back then, with Rarity. I'll just prepare a hoof bath for you, then you can just lean back and relax!” I pointed out, as I placed the special bucket before her, then poured up about half as much of the silicon solution, compared with what I expected to need in order to cover her hooves.

“You have hoof bath on bottle, that's just so neat. I wish they had that on the SPA!” she responded as she slipped her hooves into the liquid reaching half way up the hooves.

Once she had placed her hooves in the liquid I poured up the rest of the silicon into the bucket, stopping just as it reaches up to the rim of her hooves.

“It's not quite as warm as at the SPA, but just allow it time to soak in. I'll prepare for the next step to complete your treat while you just sit back!” I suggested.

“It's barely room temperature, but that's all right!” Pinkie Pie pointed out with a crooked grin on her face, her ears perking right up.

Now I placed another smaller bucket on the table before her, then I poured up some more to cover the bottom of it, for her to place her hands on the rim of the bucket.

“If you don't mind, place your hands on the rim of the bucket!” I said as I nodded to indicate where she would place her hands.

“This feels strangely exciting, and familiar!” she responded as she placed her hands as I instructed her as her miniature finger hooves hit the bottom of the bucket I had placed on the table for this very purpose.

Now I poured up more to cover her hooves. Looking down I noticed her hooves had started to absorb liquid, so I filled up to the line in order not to give up the detail, aside from the fact that I wanted her hooves to be fully saturated. The notion is that this would help her hooves to absorb the next step in the process. Only I didn't need to explain this, since she felt she knew what I was doing, and that it is in line what she enjoyed.

Another detail I left out is how I was to know when she was to pull her hooves up, since they had become saturated, but the liquid would be turning pink. While I was waiting, I had prepared by placing the clear gel before her hooves.

“I'll lift your right hoof out now!” I told her, as I pulled it up, then slowly painting her hoof, starting from the rim of her hoof.

From the centre, then continuing right and left, right and left until I had covered the entire front of her hoof, then I continued with the soul of her hoof in the same pattern, and drew a line from right to left on the rim of the hoof, then repeated with the edge under her hoof, thus finishing the process on the hoof.

Once the polish had cured, I placed her hoof on the floor, and started with her left hoof; “I'll lift up your left hoof!” I pointed out.

I started over from the top of the left hoof, from the centre, and continued left and right, left and right until I had reached the end. Then I started to paint the soul of her hoof in the same pattern, and the rim from the left to the right, and the edge in the same manner. Holding her hoof up for a moment while it cured, before I placed it on the floor.

Now I pulled the bucket away, before I poured the contents into a bottle, to avoid spilling it. No point in letting it go to waist. Only now it had apparently cleared up, since it is no longer in contact with a saturated hoof.

“How does it feel, this far?” I asked her with a curious tone of voice, in a more playful manner.

“Good, I enjoy it. They're bit shiny!” she pointed out as she looks down at her hind hooves.

“Then I'm doing a good job, and that's part of the idea. I like to see them like this!” I responded.

“Aside from the shiny surface, my hooves doesn't appear to change all that much, but if you enjoy it, I'm happy!” Pinkie pointed out in a very confident voice.

“That's why I enjoy giving you the treat so much. Would you lift up your right hand?” I continued as I noticed the pink hue in the small bucket before her.

“Okely dokely!” she responded as she lifted up her hand, then curiously presented it, for me to examine it, and continue her treat.

“Here we go!” I suggested as I selected the vial, uncapped it and took her hand in my left, as I started to polish the hoof of her thumb, starting from the centre, then continuing right and left, right and left until I had covered the entire front, then started over with the soul of the hoof, before finishing by drawing a line on the upper rim, and another along the lower edge.

From here on I repeated the process hoof by hoof until the hand was left with five shiny little miniature hooves.

“How does it look?” I asked her, as I picked up her left hand, starting over with the hoof of her thumb, from the centre and to the right and left, once more repeating the process, finger by finger.

“Looks good, just a bit unaccustomed for a day!” she commented as I finished her left hand.

I poured the remainder of the thin liquid into an empty bottle in order to save it, storing it away, then slipped both the bucket and bottle out of site.

“I hope you'll enjoy the effect of it for a long time. Even if it is fun, it would be pointless if you didn't enjoy it. How would red polish for your hooves look?” I asked her, presenting her with the red polish I had in mind for her, contained in two bottles, big for her hind hooves, and the small for her miniature finger hooves.

In the bottle it looks a plain red, or maybe just a version of a pink, a few shades darker than her mane, but pink was after all merely a lighter shade of red. Once cured it would be metallic bloody red.

“Looks like something I could get used to, it should fit in with my natural colours!” she giggles warmly.

“Then I'll start with your right hoof!” I suggested softly as I picked it up, before I started to paint it red.

Once more I started out painting her hoof, starting at the upper rim of the hoof, and down, right and left, right and left, systematically covering it with a solid layer of the chosen red colour. Once I had covered the front, I continued to paint the soul of the hoof in the same manner, then drawing the line along the upper rim, then the edge, thus sealing the hoof completely in the red hue. I just hold on to her hoof for the minute it takes for it to cure, before I placed it on the floor.

Now I picked up her left hoof, starting the work, painting it in the same red. Just covering the ever softening and elastic hoof, from the top of the centre, then moving right and left, right and left until I had covered the front of the hood, starting over, repeating the process under the sole of the hoof, before painting the upper rim and the lower edge of the hoof. Holding it for the minute while it cured.

I had capped the bottle, before I placed it away, picking the small vial and opened it.

“Your right hand, please!” I cooed.

“This is so exciting!” she just responded as she reaches her right hand forth to me.

“I know, I feel the same way!” I stated with playful confidence as I accepted her hand in my left hand.

Now I started to paint the hoof or her right hand, from the top and downwards. From the centre, then left and right, left and right until I had covered the entire front of the hoof, then started over with the soul of the hood in the same manner, finishing by drawing the line along the upper rim and the lower edge. Now I continued hoof by hoof, until I had finished the hand, only holding on to it for a minute while the red polish cured, before I let go of it.

I pick up her left hand, slowly starting to paint the hoof of her thumb from the upper edge and centre, continuing right and left, right and left, from the top to the edge, until I have covered the entire front, continuing by repeating the process for the soul of the hoof, then the upper rim from right to left, and the lower edge, then I continue, repeating the process, hoof by hoof.

Should I have stopped here, I knew I could have, but it would leave the process half done, and a very bad quality, aside from the fact that her hooves aren't too good to walk on in this state. Just as they aren't as shiny as I had desired them to be.

“If you don't mind, the right hoof!” I suggested as I picked it up, just as I had slipped the red polish away, and picked up the clear stabilizer polish.

“Okeley dokeley!” she responded in her usual bubbling hyper manner.

At this point I started out, uncapping the larger bottle of polish, and started to paint her right hoof from the top to the edge of the hoof, at the centre, then right and left, right and left until I had finished the entire front of her hoof, before I draw a line from right to left all the way along the upper rim of her hoof, and then the lower edge in the same manner.

“And the left hoof!” I continued, just as I had seen the polish of the hoof cure and placed it back on the floor.

She just nodded as I picked up her left hoof, before I started to polish it. Starting at the upper rim, top centre and down all the way, then to the right and the left, right and left until I had covered the entire front of the hoof, and the upper rim, from the right to the left, followed by the lower edge, holding on, while the polish cured, before I placed the hoof on the floor.

Now Pinkie Pie reaches her hoof out for me to begin as I uncapped the small vial, and started to polish the hoof of her thumb. Hoof by hoof, I painted, starting out from the top, centre and pulling down, then right and left, right and left until I had covered the front. Finishing by drawing the line along the top rim, then the lower edge and repeated the process with her left hand's hooves.

“I hope it isn't a drag on you, since I'm taking so much time, Pinkie!” I asked her.

“It's fine, I've been enjoying it this far!” she cheerfully assured me with a wide grin on her face, smiling happily.

This is the final detail, and the completion of the work, even if I had not explained it to her. She lifted her right hoof, as I approached it with the final polish, the high gloss top coat. It is designed to hold the polished hoof together in the durable manner of intent.

Just like before, I started from the top of the hoof, centre, pulling the brush down along the red surface, all the way to the edge, then starting right and left, right and left, until I had covered the front of the hoof, then repeated the process under the sole of the hoof, and finished it by drawing the line from the right of the upper rim to the left, and then the lower edge from right to left. Then completed the left hoof in the same manner.

Once I had put her hooves back down, I moved up, finishing the hooves of her fingers in the same manner.

“That would be it. I hope you still manage to enjoy the work!” I said.

“Sure thing. Looks great too!” she pointed out.

Author's Note

The story is about to change, with putting this chapter in the story.

This Marathon chapter will soon be ready to post.
Finally, it feels insnly long to me.

Just tell me, iot isn't Pinkamena, since that would be a horrid Tragedy.