Pinkie sat back against the dirt road in the center of Ponyville Town Square, her heart racing as a subtle melody began to fill the silent village. The sound of a gentle violin echoed though the air as a cool breeze blew through the empty streets where she rested, ruffling her beautiful pink, poofy mane and flapping her deep purple cape. She tentatively raised her front hooves, captivated by their unsettling, yet fascinating allure. A quivering breath fell from her lips as the glorious hooves approached her face, her eyes gleaming as they scanned over the navy-blue wraps that shrouded them.

They were the most magnificent, unbelievable things that anypony in all of Equestria had ever had the privilege of seeing. The party mare's mouth began to water at the sight, and a second violin began to play, resonating in perfect harmony with its companion.

With her gorgeous blue eyes tightly closed, she pressed the wraps firmly against her muzzle, taking in deep and powerful breaths. It was absolutely sensational. The scent and feel of the fabric pressed against the warm hoof inside brought her to a tremble. Nopony could have prepared themself for such an exhilarating experience as the one she was currently enduring. Her body pulsed and writhed uncontrollably as she pressed those sweet, tender, impeccable hooves against her face. The violins began to bite as the music intensified, and Pinkie's senses became nearly overwhelmed before a deep bass rang out, silencing the orchestra.

Her eyes shot open with a sudden realization. The wind grazed the tips of her tightly wrapped hooves, and she knew what needed to be done. The strings faded back in with a sweeping arpeggio, growing louder with each dramatic note. Pinkie wiggled her tongue and licked her dry, quivering lips, her heart pounding in time with the invisible ensemble. She hesitantly leaned her head down towards her hoof, then her tongue slowly and softly slipped out of her mouth, perfectly moist as it dangled only inches away from the most splendid thing she had ever laid eyes on. As she cautiously pulled her hoof towards her tongue, the very tip dampened the smooth cloth wrap as it made subtle contact.

SWISH

Pinkie swiped her tongue across the fabric, the orchestra matching her sudden movements with a dramatic chord stab. She licked again, her saliva permeating the cloth. The taste of the sweet, delicious hoof invaded her body and commanded her not to stop! Her breathing quickened with her pulse as she lost control of herself, and she tightly squeezed her eyes shut as her tongue continued assaulting her hoof with vigorous yet tender strokes.

Percussion began to phase in, timpani striking with each of Pinkie's licks, which were becoming more frequent and more powerful. Her tongue viciously smacked against the deep-blue wraps that were so delicately hoof-stitched by her dear friend.

The party mare parted her lips a bit more, then began frantically swashing her tongue back and forth, the orchestra now playing with a full ensemble of strings, percussion and brass. The taste crept into her mind, its unique and bold flavor something she'd never experienced, even in her wildest baking dreams. Its aroma filled her nostrils as she licked and licked, her body tingling with excitement.

A thought occurred to her: to take off the wraps and to lick the wonderful hoof directly, with no pesky boots to block the flavor. But she couldn't. She shook her head, dismissing the thought and focusing on the task at hoof. The task at perfect, wonderfully delicious hoof. Pinkie detected your envy as she licked, but didn't open her eyes.

Mmmmmm. Pinkie opened one eye and stared directly at you as she began to slowly swash her tongue about. Her abundant, gooey saliva slowly trailing down her tongue and spilling onto her wondrous hoof. The warm liquid slowly eased down her foreleg and dampened the rest of her tight, sexy outfit. She winked, detecting your jealousy, and regained her focus with another forceful slap of her tongue onto the flat surface of her hoof.

Saliva splattered across the fabric and soaked through. Each piece of fur on her hoof absorbed the warm liquid that seeped though, warming her skin beneath. Pinkie slapped her tongue against the hooves faster and faster, her eyes still closed. Cymbals crashed and drums pounded in sync with the forceful slapping of her greedy tongue. Deep bass resonated like thunder while drops of saliva rained down to the ground.

Then all fell silent once again.

The licks slowed, and Pinkie opened her eyes to see every pony in Equestria bowing before her magnificent hooves. They didn't matter, and she wouldn't let them distract her. She forced her eyes back closed and swiped her long, wet tongue back across the already soaked hoof. Bass echoed, drums rolled, and the entire town became an immaculate choir which began to sing, as the strings raced up in scales. Pinkie's dripping wet, pink tongue flailed back and forth as rapidly as was ponily possible. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as the beautiful symphony cradled her very soul, but she knew she had to press forward.

The fur beneath the wraps was now entirely soaked through, and her hoof was chilled as the breeze blew through the street once again. However, nothing could stop her. She flicked her tongue around and about, ensuring every inch was completely and entirely covered. Then she did it again, and again. The music growing more and more powerful, the choir singing out in angelic grace, Pinkie swiped and swished! The song blasted out through the streets and echoed across the plains. Pinkie remained completely focused, as if she and her hoof were one. As if they were simply part of each other. Some would even go so far as to say they were one and the same.

With her eyes blissfully shut, and a gentle smile eased across her face, she delivered one final lick. This one was more powerful than any before, sending saliva slashing into the air and raining back down over the entranced pink party mare. As she did so, the music came to an abrupt stop, and the streets were empty once again.

Pinkie lowered her hoof and looked down at it, soaked and dripping. Equestria would be safe, once again, and it was all thanks to The Mysterious Mare Do-Well.