The next morning, the two slutmares walked into town to check out the new, horse-herm friendly cafeteria they'd seen advertised on Ling Colt's website. Most of the people crossed the road to stay well clear of them, but Claire decided not to make a fuss since it had been a while since she'd enjoyed a date and there was something about the way Becky stretched her holes that made the taunts and disgusted looks seem immaterial.
They entered Caroline's and paused to soak in the scent of freshly made jizz-cream baked goods. It was wonderful, and filled the air like a thick mist. Their cocks hardened and lifted their skirts in unison. To the side a slutmare giggled and whispered something to her wife, and Claire fought the urge to march over and jizz all over their pretty faces. She settled on simply pulling down her top so the pair could lewdly soak in the sight of her massive tits as they passed to a free table.
The chairs had horse-shaped dildos molded into the seat. Becky flicked her tail up and glided her bum down the pole like a stripper, lubing it up with her juices, and then stood and moved behind the chair to offer it to her like a gentleman. From the other side of the room a business man reading his morning paper sneered at them in disgust. Annoyed, Claire made sure to moan extra load as she took her seat on the dildo.
Caroline arrived to take their orders, then returned shortly after with two mugs of steaming fresh jizzcream. Claire immediately lifted it to her face and breathed in the warm scent. Her hands cradled the mug as her nostrils flared and her chest bellowed out. Then she let out a long sigh and tipped the contents down her throat.
'I know all slutmares love jizzcream,' said Becky, 'but I think by even our standards you're a proper cumslut, aren't you?'
Claire placed her empty mug on the table and gazed into Becky's warm, smiling face. She couldn't help but blush.
'Well I like that in a girl,' said Becky. She winked and then turned to get Caroline's attention.