Apparently, Pinkie Pie had gotten me into feeling things I had not expected to feel. Now it had also stirred other interests and desires, I was never interested in before. With that, I started out, polishing my nails.
Pinkie Pie is standing on the top of my small desk. I had done countless hours of homework on it before. It is why I had been given the desk in the first place. A strange coincidence had made it out to be a light, bright pink. I guess Pinkie Pie enjoyed this detail more than I had expected her to. I had seen her express her hyper feelings towards the colour before, when I saw an early episode in which she had been.
I had the vials lined up on my desk, in a careful order, indicating what they were for and in what order they were to be applied. Simple and practical. Why making a mess out of it?
I had uncapped the bottle of clear gel, guess I could call it a Ponish, since it couldn’t really qualify as either a Lacquer or a Hardener. What amazed me, is how it is odourless and clear, while shiny.
Holding the cap with the brush in my right hand, placing the tip of the brush on the upper rim of my left thumb, slowly pulling the brush down over the nail to the tip of the short nail, the tip of the nail just barely exceeding the finger itself. I had kept my nails short, in the more girlish fashion, since longer nails had fallen outside of my range of interests and passions.
As I had pulled the soft brush along the nail, only to pull the brush up to the tip, painting the nail alternating on the right and left side, then right and left once over, before I had covered the nail completely, proud of how well I had covered only the nail without hitting the skin even once.
I slip the brush into the vial, for a short dip before continuing on each nail, merely repeating the process nail by nail. As I had coated the last nail of the left hand, I looked critically at the result, only to realise each coat had hardened just after the gel had made contact with the nail. Each nail now slightly shiny, shinier than I could recall I had ever had them. As opposed to the Hardener it isn’t, there is no sign of the nail going brittle in the process. Maybe it had been slightly more elastic, while the surface had hardened.
From there, I slip the brush down into the vial, before starting over on my right hand, only now I hold the cap in my left hand. Starting with my thumb, continuing, finger by finger. Just repeating the process as I had done with the left hand, the result looking identical to me.
For a moment, I considered painting my toe nails, but Pinkie Pie distracted me, as she had another idea.
“Your nails does look fancy, beautiful. Could you polish my hooves like that, too?” she inquired.
“Sure, that would be fun and I am sure it would look great on your hooves too!” I confessed, with a slight grin.
“Thanks a bunch!” Pinkie Pie responded, brightening up even farther than before.
“Would you lie on this box with your hooves hanging outside, since I am not sure exactly how long the polish takes to cure!” I responded, with a less than secure smile.
“Okeley dokeley!” she replied as she hopped up on the small box on the desk before me, then slipping her hooves down on the respective sides.
“Here we go!” I said as I uncapped the second vial, then carefully polished her right forhoof, from the tip of the upper rim of the hoof down, then right and left, repeatedly until I had covered the front of her hoof, only to start over from the centre, at the back of the hoof, then right and left, right and left until I had covered the sole of the hoof too.
From there I continued to the next, the left front hoof, merely repeating the process. Now I merely turned the box around in order for her back to turn towards me, before I started over with the right hind hoof, finishing with the left one. As the gel slowly was absorbed by her hooves, making them considerably softer and more elastic, I turned the box around, making her facing me once more.
“It’s a base coat that should go very well with your hooves!” I explained, before I capped the vial and uncapped the one I had been using for my own nails.
From there I started over, right and left forehoof, repeating the process. Then turning the box around, only to repeat the process on her hind hooves, right and left.
“Shiny!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed.
“Yeah, your hooves sure are shiny. I think it looks good on you!” I responded.
While Pinkie Pie was busy examining and admiring her hooves, I turned to my toenails and repeated the process as I coated them with the hardening gel.
From there, the step was too short, not to doubling over, applying the soft and elastic gel to the soles of my feet, before I did the same with the palms of my hands, not quite sure exactly what the result would be.
“You polished your other nails too, Looks good. I guess you had to complete the work on yourself too?” she mused in a silly tone of voice.
“Yeah, I had to complete the process on myself too. I guess it was too much fun to leave it half done!” I confided.
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