She had made me feel special. None ever made me feel special before. Not that I can recall, in any case. Maybe it is my short memory, but I can't recall my parents either. Who ever they had been, while they were alive. I doubt they merely gave me up for adoption, if they had any choice. That makes me an orphan, my parents are both dead, right.
I had lived on the orphanage for months, or an eternity in a fillies perspective. There was nothing fun, you merely survive. Persistence the only option.
Then luck found me. Someone actually wanted me. I had been adopted and it got through. She came through for me, picked me up and took me home. I have a home, a second lease on life, as it were. I once more can feel happiness.
I had an invigorating bath and showered off the last remains of what had been my life, or the excuse for one. I sure had enjoyed it. Now I am to have a party with my mum. I will never call her anything but just that, Mum. Why? She is the only mum I can ever recall.
She gave me a small fillies first Make-up, it feels a bit funny and unaccustomed, I am sure I will get used to it. I enjoyed it enough for that. Is it merely because she gives me all the attention? Then she gave me a full Hooficure. Even if she used just clear polish, but it is still a full Hooficure. That's all that matters, all I care about. Though she apparently gave me some extra bounce to my steps, which feels funny. Maybe I still do enjoy it all the same.
The treat certainly did take its sweat time, but that is the point, she took the time, doing it well for me. I can clearly see how much care she put into it. She did a very good job at it. She polished my hooves, it is just my hooves, nothing outside and missed nothing inside.
She had chosen a clear polish, just shiny all over my hooves. I noticed they gave me an extra bounce as well, for some reason. She had even told me it was good for both my hooves and the floor. I love the treat. I don't particularly mind if it is good for the floor, though. I may be a fillie, but I am not a mean fillie.
Every time I look down at my hooves, I can clearly see how shiny they are, maybe it is something I had secretly been dreaming of, or it is just that I love the treat that made them shiny. I am not sure if it makes any difference to me. As a fillie, I do need the attention.
What I had not noticed at first, is how it feels to trot around on the floor. My hooves had changed, they are still changing, adapting by what she treated me to. I still do enjoy the new feeling my hooves gave me.
What soon hit me, is how quiet my hooves are on the floor. What she had not said, is what the long-term effects of her Hooficure would be. Just as she wouldn't remove the polish, but right now, I wouldn't have a care in the world. Why, I love the looks and how it affected my hooves, for all I knew.
“If I had had your Hooficure back at the orphanage, would could have sneaked right by both the adults and the fillies hooves down!” I exclaimed, bouncing about around my Mom.
“Yeah, you probably could have. Maybe that is why you never had it back there?” she pointed out with a slight smirk.
“Yeah, that would make sense!” I pondered in a somewhat solemn voice, then my smile went right back up.
“You didn't forget I did promise you a party with Muffins and Cup-Cakes, right?” she put forth.
“Naeh, not really. I just felt a bit sad as I thought of what they robbed me of!” I responded as I followed her around.
“I guess I could see how that could bring forth a few low moments, just never allow it to ruin a day, they are never worth it. Besides, now they can't even enjoy the fruits of their labour. We have a party to enjoy too, by the way!” she proclaimed.
How long a Hooficure was supposed to last, I have no idea. Maybe I never cared. The point is that she took the time, gave me the treat. She made me enjoy the moment, just because she was caring about me. Although it had been better to just polish my hooves, if it wouldn't last more than a day, I guess. Something from a week to a month seems reasonable to me. If it was to last longer, I wouldn't mind.
For now, I had seen the shine and felt the bounce. My hooves are more elastic than I could have imagined they would be, but it wouldn't bother me. If there were any other effects, I have no idea. Maybe I need to challenge my hooves in different ways in order to find out?
Right now, there is the party I am looking forwards to. Pasties like Muffins and Cup-Cakes, and maybe even a small cake, for just the two of us?
“Since we have finished up with the Party Favours, I guess it is time to move up and start the party?” she suggested.
“Sounds bout right. If you show me where we are to sit, then you can go fetch the pastries?” I responded.
“Right this way!” she put forth, before she leads me in into the living room.
“Woah. Are we going to sit in that comfortable sofa?” I enquired, giggling as I pointed a hoof towards a sofa in the corner of the room.
“Well, why not? You are fresh from the shower, your hooves certainly are clean and pampered up, so it seems the logical position?” she retorted with a wide grin.
“Well, d'uh. I sure did have a good shower, it is quite enjoyable, with the warm water and all. You enjoyed pampering me up too, almost as much as I enjoyed it, didn't you? If you think the sofa is where we sit, then I'm not about to complain. I'm just cautious and worried. I don't want to make a mistake, and not this early on, after all you already have done for me!” I put forth with a worried and shaky grin, ending in a slight giggle.
“If you take the inner corner since I will have to carry everything, in order to serve both of us!” she just urged me.
“I think I can manage that, I'm not about to make you insist!” I responded with a new giggle, before I trotted in between the sofa and the table, then jumped up and into the seat she had pointed out for me, sitting comfortably as I wait for her.
“That's a good fillie, my daughter. I'll go fetch the pastries now, Hitomi. I wouldn't take all that long, so don't worry!” she assured me, before she walked out into the kitchen, fetching a plate of Muffins and Cup-Cakes in one hand and the pitcher of juice in the other.
I just hear the noises she made as she rummaged around in the kitchen, before I saw her returning, a few minutes later. Two glasses was also to be found on the plate of pastries.
“Here you go!” she announced as she placed a small plate before me.
There is a lemon Muffin on it, I soon noticed. She gracefully poured me a glass of Orange Juice from the pitcher, before she poured herself a glass as well. Then she placed her plate before her with another Muffin on it.
“Is that Orange Juice, or am I imagining something?” I enquired.
“That is pure Orange Juice. Only the best of a party with my very own little adorable fillie!” she put forth.
“They never served pure juice at the orphanage, for as long as I can recall. We never had parties or pastries either. This is something I wouldn't mind getting used to!” I pondered.
“Best reason to be a Parent, to see your little fillie enjoy her first Muffin. I'll enjoy every moment of your exploration of these things!” I teased her.
“I guess that is a pleasure and joy I can't deny you. I wouldn't want to, even if I could. Maybe in part, due to my very own joy in what you put before me?” I responded.
Playfully ignoring the taunt, while just responding to what she had said from my own perspective as the little fillie I am. A perspective that will stay true to me, for several years to come.
“My Muffins and Cup-Cakes are baked, ready to eat. No distraction to bother us!” she enlightened me, before I had started to look for anything to distract me from the joy I had been looking forwards to.
“Oh!” I just giggles, looking self consciously at the rim of the lightly brown Muffin before me.
“I hope you enjoy it. If not, I'll just pick another for you to try. I hope I can find one you truly do enjoy!” she put forth in a very sure voice as she looked at me.
“It is a Muffin!” I concluded, in a manner that may have been recognised from Ditzy and her daughter Dinkie.
Then I slowly nibbled on my dear treat, slowly enjoying what I had been given. I am not sure if it was my favourite, but it is enjoyable enough to me. Maybe I would even ask for one more.
I carefully placed my Muffin on the plate, before I picked up the glass with both my fore-hooves and pushed it to my muzzle. Parting my lips and sipped, only to be shocked by the delight of the fresh juice she had poured up for me. It almost brought me to tears, right then and there. Maybe it is because the best they had served me was water?
Something that surprised me momentarily is how well I had managed to grip the glass with my little hooves. I had had some problem, but that was before the treat. Maybe it is why she did it? I did not ask, maybe I didn't dare to. I wouldn't be lying, if I claimed I preferred the ideas I had come up with myself.
“Yeah, it sure is. Just that it is a lemon Muffin. I have several other Muffins to choose from, just to explore which you like the most!” she put forth.
“Oh, wait? That sounds like fun. I guess it is like a buffet, only with Muffins instead of the more regular foods?” I concluded.
“That sounds positively enjoyable, in a festive way!” she responded with a wide smile and a small giggle.
“I have to agree on that. Life is too short to hide away and cower from joy?” I suggested in a shy voice.
“To that end, I chose to adopt you. Now we can enjoy life together. You need someone to help you explore who you are and what you enjoy. It is what parents do, help their little fillies to learn who they are. Then you can fully enjoy your life, safely. Most parents are responsible and enjoy helping their little fillies!” I put forth, chewing on my Muffin.
“What berry is in the brown Muffin?” I enquired.
“That's chocolate. There are Blue-Berry, Rasp-berry, Apple and Cinnamon, and regular!” I pointed out, pointing at the respective Muffin as I mentioned it, as if I had been presenting friends.
Maybe that wasn't too far from the truth, though. I do enjoy them thoroughly, from time to time. It just feels funny, when you put it in this way, as opposed to demonstrating mere pastries. Something that could make me feel a bit self-conscious, at times like this.
Then the Muffin presentation made me thing of Ditzy, the grey Pegaus mare with the unstoppable love for the Muffins. Pinkie Pie must be making a fortune, selling Muffins to her. Even if she never would consider over-charging her, or any other Pony.