Page 8 of Tell No One
Joshua sat a bemused Billy down and helped him put on the hoof-boots. They went up to mid-calf, clung tightly to his skin and were covered in cream fur fabric. And looked strangely hot. Tag chuckled to himself. Maybe he had a kink he hadn’t known about. Getting dressed up as a horse wasn’t going to kill him. He didn’t have to be into it to play the game. That was all this was. A game with a big prize.
Then it was his turn. His boots were covered in black fur. They were tight but not uncomfortable, though he suspected his legs would quickly start aching because it would be like walking on tiptoe. Looking down at his…hooves felt surreal. They actually looked like a horse’s hooves, right shape and everything.
“The pair of you stand up,” Joshua said.
Tag pushed carefully to his feet. Billy struggled at his side, but finally made it upright. They both towered over Joshua.
“They’re weighted at the back so you should balance,” Joshua said. “Try and walk.”
Billy bent his knees and took a wobbly step forward.
“Stand upright.” Joshua took hold of Billy’s arm.
Tag straightened up and rocked slightly before he tried to walk. It was strange to have nothing under his heels especially when it felt as if there was something there. It was a matter of having to trust that he wouldn’t fall back, but also being careful not to fall forward. Either way, he might break an ankle.
“You have to walk in a different way,” Joshua said. “Plant your foot flat, and don’t take too big a step.”
It turned out to be easier than Tag had thought it would be. Billy was struggling.
“Think about how women walk and try and do the same,” Joshua told him.
Tag made his way round the room, looking at those who were walking with no problem and those who weren’t. By the time he was back with Joshua, he felt relatively comfortable, as if he’d been walking around naked wearing hooves all his life.Ha!
“When you run, you need to remember that you still have to plant your foot flat on the ground. Don’t go too fast or lean too far forward or you’ll fall. You can do a sort of hop as you’re striding.”
Tag hadn’t got his head past the wordrun.Walking was one thing, but running?
“You look hot.” Billy smiled at Tag and reached for his face.
“No touching,” Joshua snapped and then as he looked down at the equipment he’d carried in, he sucked in a breath. “Ah.”
“What?” Tag asked.
“They want you in the long forearms.” He held up two fur-covered, glove-like rubber tubes with hooves attached.
Tag gulped.
“If either of you need to take a leak, better do it now,” Joshua said.
“I’m okay,” Billy said.
Tag shook his head. “I’m fine.”I am most definitelynotfine.He was going to be having words about this with…someone. Most likely himself. “Will you scratch my balls if I get an itch?”
“I will,” Billy said.
“Don’t you dare touch me with your hooves!” Tag laughed.
“I could use my tongue.” Billy smiled at him.
“Not allowed,” Joshua said.
Of course it wasn’t.
Joshua squirted lube onto Billy and Tag’s hands. “Rub it on your arms. These are supposed to fit tightly. Inside the glove, there’s a small bar about halfway down that you need to wrap your fingers around. Then, when you have the hooves on the ground, you’ll be supporting your weight on your fists with the rigid part below.”
Uh?Then Tag registered he was going to have to walk bent over on all fours.
Tag slid one hand into the rubber tube and Joshua pulled the glove up until Tag felt the bar and put his fingers around it. Below that was around sixty rigid centimetres of something covered by black fur, then the hoof. The fur disguised the thicker section where Tag’s fist was trapped so that it really did look like his arm had transformed into a horse’s foreleg.
