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Chloe was no stranger to being flustered, so much so that she made a point to sharpen her composure so she wouldn't swoon over and submit to every customer who fell under her broad umbrellas of "attractive" or "taller than her." With several months' worth of working in the café under her belt, she felt confident, in control, relaxed, her guard let down, but not so far down a tall woman could simply step over it.

Unless, of course, that woman was 7 feet tall.

And Constance, her superior by a measure of 1 inch, was well aware of this, and the kind to want to prod at it. She had borne witness to the power her meager height difference held over this girl, but was sad to see that power subside as their encounters became more regular, more routine. Luckily for her, she knew full well what it meant to be a submissive, and only shared a bed with masters in wielding their power over her. She'd accumulated quite the arsenal over the years, and had a secret weapon in store for Chloe: her towering fuckbuddy, Bronwynn. An objectively gorgeous thoroughbred, she lived life rich off of the royalties of her Triple Crown win, and was as generous a benefactor to Constance's life as she was her sexual needs (and watching this barista submit was well past the point of becoming a need). So in she walked into the café after Constance, ducking under the doorframe.

Whatever semblance of control Chloe had been cultivating shattered, her composure crumpling and folding into something small and malleable enough to fit in the palms of Bronwynn's hands, all with a single look. Her mind flickered between scenes of kneeling, worshipping, fellating, receiving, and Bronwynn saw each one with the same clarity. They were in agreement. Something had to happen, she just didn't know it'd be before she could even place her order.

Chloe absconded to the bathroom in a hurry, tagging in her coworker to watch the counter while she was gone, and didn't even bother shutting the door. The horse entered soon after, and Constance, graceful enough to signal Chloe's coworker with a wink, followed.

Whatever these three ended up doing, they'd have to make it fast, and work fast they did. Any barriers between them and their lust were shed, Chloe's eagerness rendering her almost entirely nude, every corner of her body free for the taking. A soft body braced against her. A hand wrapped around from behind and massaged her breast. Another adventured down to spread her open. Her eyes lulled back into their lids. A warmth prodded against her opening, threatening to enter her. Her eyes came to.

She saw Bronwynn, a force of nature, a woman who dominates with a single downward glance, breast and body exposed. Her eyes migrated. Her breasts, her belly, her sheath, her hand on her cock, her medial ring, her head pressing against her pussy, her dick, terrifyingly proportional to her height and species, making a promise to fuck her. She knew her limits, that her pussy was still relatively new, and that there was absolutely no way she'd dilated enough in her life to take Bronwynn. Still, that promise alone was enough to make the dragon girl cum.

She flexed, clenched, trembled in place, leaning into Constance's arms. Her gaze softened, and then coalesced back on the horse, who could only smirk, not in mockery but with pride, reassured of the potency of her sex appeal. Satisfied with that alone, she dressed herself, stood, and returned Chloe's underwear, but not without capping the moment with some choice words, knowing full well they would land with a force in the afterglow.

"Good girl. Next time, I'll be the one cumming first, got it?" She planted a kiss onto the dragon's muzzle, and left the bathroom.

Chloe slumped to the floor, encumbered and heavy with sex and words and the mere notion of a "next time." She quivered, grinned, leaked, sighed. She'd have to compose herself in a moment, but was happily letting herself stay suspended in her sensations for a moment longer. And Constance stood, rebuttoning her shirt, happy to see her favorite barista so satisfied, so small. She'd never once felt a dominant bone in her body, but something about this girl set off an impulse she couldn't control. Thank goodness she could wield Bronwynn like a blade against her.

She made for the door, soaking in this newfound energy, an attempt at being aloof coming off more as impersonal, "Don't take too long, now. Wouldn't want to keep your coworkers waiting." She'd have more opportunities to practice, at least.

"Oh, and, I'll have my usual."