Ling stood to one side, sneering in disgust as the herm couple strolled past. She could see the flared tips of their horse cocks dangling below the hem-line of their tight skirts, and nipples protruded obscenely in their tank tops.
'When we get back to the hotel, I want you to fuck me in the ass while I lay on my back so you can watch me titfuck myself to a facial,' said one of the harlots.
'You dirty cumslut,' said the other. 'I love you so much!'
'I love you too Margaret!'
The bell above the door dingled as the two creatures finally left and Ling shivered as her body purged the horror of what she'd just witnessed. Then she turned toward the counter and noticed that the owner was another slutty herm.
Did I stumble into the red barn district, she thought to herself. At least she wasn't staying long. 'One espresso please.'
'Coming right up!' bubbled Caroline. She turned and seemingly pressed herself against a contraption on the wall.
Ling rolled her eyes. She looked around the empty cafe and wondered how such a place stayed in business. It clearly catered to slutty horse herm clientele, with big rubber horse dildos glued to most of the seats, but horse herms just weren't common enough to justify scaring away the rest of the population.
The place smelled nice at least. A mixture of cream and musk that was both relaxing and arousing. Her nipples hardened. She never wore a bra, so they brushed against the linen of her shirt and she buttoned her blazer to maintain her modesty. Not that anyone really ever tried to perve on her tiny tits.
'Here you go!' said Caroline. She placed a half-filled espresso on the counter, and next to it a creamer filled with milk.
Ling snatched the espresso, fully intending to drink it like a frat boy downing a shot so she could scramble out of there, but the scent of the milk reached her nose and she simply had to try it. She set the espresso down, tipped the milk into the glass until it was full, and necked it.
The warmth spread through her whole body. Espressos normally took a few minutes to give her the kick she needed, but this one was energising her immediately. She felt like she could run a mile. Or maybe several, in the open fields, with horses galloping around her.