Unwittingly, you carried on eating your breakfast, trying hard to ignore the cyan pegasi from distracting you. Unfortunately. she wasn't giving up without some fight. Rainbow Dash called you by your name, dragging out the syllables (or lack of), making you slightly tilt your head up. Thankfully you were just about done with your meal that you could focus your attention on her.
"What's up, Dash?" you ask.
A cruel smirk started to form on her face. Wordlessly, she adjusted her position, hovering upwards just a few inches above the floor, until her face was at level with yours.
"Lick my hooves clean," Rainbow demanded, lying down in mid air and extending her hind hooves to your face.
For a few seconds, you just stared at the sweat-covered hooves, getting a small whiff of them. Surprisingly, they didn't carry much of a strong odor other than the damp smell of rain with a hint of feminine sweat mixed into it. Before you could look at any other details of her hooves, you were interrupted by the sound of Dash's cough.
You regain your composure and blinked in disbelief, "wait, what?"
"Don't play dumb with me. I know you want to worship them badly so why don't you just lick them already?"
So... how do you react to this command? Your first option is to just shut up and comply with her command. After all, judging by the excitement in your pants, your mind is screaming at you to take this opportunity. Another option is to refuse. Your face is not some doormat in both senses, that ponies can use to wipe their dirty and sweaty hooves. How she found out about your hoof fetish was another question entirely.
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