Oh, for a second I though that were caught, but to your and Derpy's relief there was no one. Dinky was still in her room. You slowly turned to face Derpy and kissed her sole with passion. She smiled softly and showed you her second hoof and asked, or rather ordered you to return to your work. And of course, you happily returned to licking them.
While her hooves lost their taste, you still felt that odd and very pleasant feeling of worshiping someone's hooves, being their hoof slave. And Derpy's hooves still have this heavenly stench to help you enjoy yourself.
-"I have some friends that would probably like to use your hoof licking "service", you know?"
Derpy's voice shook you off this trance you were in.
-"What friends do you exactly have in mind?"
-"As a mailmare I managed to find some good friends, like DJ Pon-3 for an example."
You gasped in amazement of how wonderful pony Derpy is and how unexpected that was. I mean would have though that this cross-eyed mailmare could have such connections. You were a fan of Vinyl Scratch's (aka DJ Pon-3's) tracks. The idea of being responsible of keeping her hooves clean was fascinating. You started to plant many quick kisses on Derpy's right hoof.
-"Could you arrange a meeting with her for me?" You asked Derpy in between those kisses.
-"Well, I don't know." She said, obviously teasing you.
-"Pleeeeeeeeeease."
Derpy started to slowly stroke your mane with her hoof.
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