Manties in a Twist by J.A. Rock

Author:J.A. Rock [Rock, J.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2016-01-25T05:00:00+00:00

The next day, we drove out to Horseman’s Needs, the tack shop. It was a small, white wooden building, and inside it smelled ridick amazing. Like leather and new clothes and Murphy’s Oil Soap. The walls were mostly pegboard, and there was all kinds of stuff hanging from them—leather harnesses and colorful ropes and helmets and what have you.

The woman behind the counter had curly hair and kind of a big, flat face, like Collingsworth.

I smiled at her. “Hi, we’re here for, just, um, some horse equipment. Do you have, like, the things that go over their heads?”

“Bridles,” Ryan supplied.

She narrowed her eyes at us a little. “Yes, we have bridles.”

I nodded. “And do you have any really light saddles? Like the kind they use for racing? Our niece is a jockey. I mean, she’s getting there. You won’t, like, see her in the Kentucky Derby or anything. Yet. But some day, man . . . Triple Axel.”

“Crown,” Ryan corrected. “Triple Crown.”

“Trip-le Crowwwnnn,” I agreed.

The cashier wiped her hands on her pants. “We don’t have racing saddles.”

“Let’s just look around,” Ryan suggested.

We wandered for a while. I found gloves with little bumps all over the palms. “Hey, what are these for?” I called to the cashier, holding them up.

She gave me that narrow-eyed look again. “Those are pebble-grip gloves. They help you grip the reins.”

“Cool.” I nodded and put them back. Wandered over to some bottles of liniment gel. I opened one and smelled it. It smelled like Icy Hot. “Ry, c’mere.”

He came over. “What’s that?”

“Smell.” I offered it to him. “It’s like Icy Hot.” I sniffed it again. “I didn’t know they put that on horses.”

“Well, their legs probably get sore.”

“You know one time Dave let D put Vicks VapoRub up his ass?”

Ryan glanced over at the cashier.

“Oops.” I lowered my voice. “But, seriously, he did.”

“Do you and your friends talk about the sex stuff you do?”

“Duh. Remember when Dave was, like, interrogating us about what we were into?”

“I thought that was a joke. That’s kind of weird.”

“You’re kind of weird.” Was it kind of weird?

“So you’re gonna tell them you’re doing pony play?”

“Uh, yeah, if it goes well.” Except maybe not Dave, because furries.

I put the liniment gel back, and we headed into the back room, away from the cashier.

Ryan went over to a giant metal, like, arrow quiver or something. “Ooh, look. Here are the whips.”

“Ryaaannn,” I whispered, propping my arm on his shoulder. “You’re not gonna whip me, right?”

“The whips are to give cues. You don’t really whip a horse unless you’re a dick. Aw, look.” He picked up a crop that had a leather thingy on the end shaped like a little hand. He pointed it at me. “Bend over. I need to test it.”

I glanced around to see where the cashier was. Looked back at him. “Don’t hit me with the tiny hand! I already have to deal with that all the time with your tiny doll ha— Ow!” I backed away, laughing, as he started smacking any part of me he could reach with the crop.

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